“me, sensitive? it’s like you don’t know me at all frost.” he said to the girl before taking a few steps further into the room, nodding when she offered him a scotch. “something tells me i’m going to need it.” tony said as he watched her. “i’d rather not bore you with the details, so i’ll only tell you what you need to know.”
“I try my best not to because I am me and you are so...you.” Emma commented as she poured him a drink and handed it to him. “You will tell me everything, Stark.” She said, leaning against her desk and sipping her drink. “After all, I’m going to have to valuate if it is worth my time and effort.”
“i get bored easily, so when i’m not training, in class or on a mission then yeah i help out to keep busy – plus they pay me for it so either way i win.” she said to the other. “fury gave it too me, said it was important or something like that.”
“Wow, you are charitable. I assume you have some other agenda.” Emma came from a world where everything was pretty much transnational. Looking back to the letter, she folded it back up. “It wasn’t that important. Just some boring junk mail.” She lied.
“now now frost – no need for name callings i just came for some help.” he simply stated before walking further into the room and turning to face her. “i need you to get inside someones head for me – they took something from me and i’d like it back.”
“Name calling? I hardly believe facts are name calling. Don’t tell me you are all sensitive.” Emma pushed her door closed with her heel, following him in. At his request, Emma walked past him. “Scotch?” She offered, pouring it into a tumbler glass for herself. “You should know by now Tony that to come with a request like that, you better have a good pitch. After all, I can be very persuasive.”
“right.” natasha said as she crossed her arms over her chest and leant against the doorway. “fine well i was told to give you this.” she said as she pulled a small envelope from her jacket pocket.
Emma scoffed quietly under her breath as she took the letter. “Seems someone already has became one of them. Do you get their coffee before or after you deliver mail?” She found it quite funny, she opened the letter, not really worried about the redhead. Though no one would usually notice it, a trained eye could catch the glimpse of the brief second that her smile faltered. “How did you get this?”
Darcy eyed the walking figure, debating with herself for a moment as she wondered whether the woman meant to be rude or if that was just her natural state of being. After a moment, Darcy shrugged. What the hell, coffee was coffee. “Doesn’t everybody?” she replied, following at last.
“Not everyone.” She replied back to the brunette. She just assumed it wasn’t a rhetorical question. “I know of white picket suburban mothers who take their kids ADD medication just to stay awake. Of course, she wasn’t going to reveal that white picket mother she described was her own. “So, what is your deal?”
She hated that she had to ask for help, but while Hope knew she was basically set to inherit Pym Tech, it still took effort to get through her business classes. Entrepreneurship had never been her forte, she preferred to stick with the actual projects that Pym Tech had their hands in. So Hope found herself pacing outside the door of the one person she knew would give her some sort of answer. Her stubbornness wouldn’t let her knock, and she tossed around the idea of just walking away without asking.
The door opened, and out went any thought of leaving. “You’re good at business, right?” Hope asked the elder student. “I need help figuring something out.”
Emma looked at the girl before tilting her head at her question. “I’d say I am rather exceptional.” Emma smirked as she pushed her door open wider to allow her to step inside. “I’m a Frost. Business is second nature to me.” Emma then looked her up and down. “So, tell me, what is the issue?”
One eyebrow flicked up at the woman’s scan, but other than that, she ignored it. She couldn’t control other people’s opinions and in the long run she preferred to just be herself, without apology. “Darcy Lewis,” she replied. “You?”
She couldn’t see anything too amazing about her at first glance. Maybe she should pick at her head, get the boring details out the way with. However, she resisted the urge. “Emma Frost. A pleasure I’m sure.” Emma began to walk away, heels echoing before she spoke. “I assume you drink coffee.” She said, simply expecting her to follow.
“Tron wasn’t real in any true sense.” he commented without missing a beat. “Also, with my general lack of sexual desire, or understanding of it, I would have no real need to ‘peep’ at you, your……basic body proportions, aside.” he continued. “A gross oversimplification of my being. Not completely unexpected of someone so dependent on their mind to presume to be remarkable. Especially when all your mind truly is is a lump of meat. Hmm.” his tone is not malicious, merely matter-of-fact and blunt.
Emma looked at him for a moment and thought to herself before she spoke. “You are very dense.” She said, walking over to her dressing table. “You are missing out on so much, darling. Sexual desire is one of the most funnest if not most powerful tools in a person’s arsenal and by the standards of boys, they I’m far from basic.” Emma replied, placing a diamond stud earring into one of her ear lobes. “You say that like it is a bad thing. Vision, is it?” She asked as she turned on her seat, placing the other stud in. “Well, I’d rather rely on my honed talents and my powers than be a glorified toaster. No offense.” Emma responded in a tone that matched his as she unbutton her shirt and walked to her vast wardrobe.
Vision still was struggling to blend in and ‘be more human.’ As such, he was still having trouble with common courtesy and tact. Which meant more often than not, he was walking through walls uninvited. Not unlike how he was now. He hummed softly as the other noticed him there. “No, just merely to observe, I suppose.”
Emma looked at him and raised an eyebrow. “Then you can observe like everyone else and when your not phasing into people’s rooms like some Tron peeping tom.” Emma stated as she folded her arms. “Your lucky you are some machine otherwise I’d have you slap yourself silly.”
Darcy blinked at the question, having looked over at the door in amusement at the part of the conversation she’d overheard. She shook her head. “Just passing by,” she replied, offering a quick smile and a shrug. “But I have to admit, I liked the hair comment.”
Emma looked the brunette, sizing her up and down. She did so miss the days of jumping into the minds of others. She took what she needed now but considered not going into people’s minds was one way to refine her powers. “Right.” Emma responded rather dryly. “And you are exactly?”
natasha had been running around campus doing errands for fury when she overheard the conversation that the blonde had been having. “just a strange conversation to be having in the middle of the hallway.” natasha stated as she looked over at the other.
Emma looked the redhead up and down for a moment before she spoke. “Well, unlike some others, I have other projects outside of this place. Just because I’m here, doesn’t mean I shall submit myself to be some sort of lackey to these stooges.”
“i need your help.” he simply stated as he leant against the doorway. “well more specifically, your power.” the man said, watching her every move.
Emma looked the other and raised an eyebrow slightly. “Well, isn’t this surprising. The egotistical Mr. Stark, asking me for help?” She had to gloat a little of course. She opened her door wider to allow him inside. “Step inside and let us hope you don’t waste my time for both our sake.”
If you ever wondered who Emma Frost was, it wasn’t hard to spot her around campus. Many had thought of her as the Regina George or perhaps the title White Queen due to her fondness for the said color. As she spoke on the phone, she paced her sizable quarters. “Then we buy them out and if they come for my head, I’ll make sure to have my hair done.” Emma said, opening her door to find someone outside. “Do you want something?” She asked as she hung up the phone.
•*• is that ( SKYLER SAMUELS ) oh never mind, its just ( EMMA FROST ). i think she’s a ( STUDENT ) at SHIELD. they’re ( TWENTY-TWO ) but have been here for ( TWO YEARS ). i’ve heard that they specialize in ( POWERED PERSON/INTERROGATION ).
Hiya everyone, I’m Fallon and I shall be playing my queen Emma Frost. I shall write down some basic details below about how I shall be playing her etc and feel free to plot with me pls.
So, when it comes to my Emma Frost, I base her attitude and behaviors mostly from Grant Morrison’s X-Men and Joss Whedon’s Astonishing X-Men with some parts from the show Wolverine and the X-Men.
For those not into comics, to get a vibe for what Emma is like especially at this age, I recommend Kathryn from Cruel Intentions, Alison from Pretty Little Liars, Fallon from Dynasty and Blair Waldorf from Gossip Girl.
Characterization; Emma is a bit mysterious and elusive and keeps intimate details about herself very private. Despite her privilege and powers, Emma is an overachiever and embraces a haughty and scheming side. Regarded as being extremely intelligent, Emma seldom leaves success to chance. Emma finds it hard to trust other people and to betray her trust, Emma will make sure to hurt you back. She is noted for being extremely manipulative, callous and ruthless in achieving her goals. Despite those traits, Emma usually uses her charms and charisma to her advantage. She struggles heavily with vulnerability when it comes to her emotions which stems from her family life and can seemingly lack empathy, sympathy and can seem self-absorbed. Despite this, Emma can be very nurturing and protective and is often okay to make the hard choices. She is at her happiest at guiding others and is noted for being exceptional when it comes to guiding others.
Now for some backstory! You can find the full version on my page.
Emma Grace Frost was born into a very wealthy, respectable but militant family in Boston, Massachusetts and was the middle child.
She attended a private school where she was frequently bullied for her average grades and awkward looks.
Her father, Winston, was cold, domineering and placed impossibly high standards upon his family. Her mother, Hazel Frost, abused prescription drugs to cope with the tension in the family.
Emma received no emotional support from her parents and was only close with her older brother, Christian.
Having suffered headaches for weeks, Emma began to discover her mutant ability of telepathy and used it to up her grades and she found emotional support in teach Ian Kendall, who encouraged her dream to be a teacher, something her father was not accepting of.
When her car broke down on the way home, by chance Ian gives her a ride home and after reading his mind to know his feelings for her, they shared a kiss. A kiss the eldest Frost sibling, Adrienne, recorded and showed to their father to get Ian fired.
Emma had enough of being walked over by her family and she exposed Adrienne’s secret modelling career while also exposing her father’s affair to her mother, something her father was proud of. So much so, he offered Emma to inherit the family fortune but after he had Christian committed to a mental hospital for being gay, Emma refused his offer and decided to make her own way in life.
Emma used her powers to ascend in the business world and encountered another but more experienced telepath in Astrid. The two became fast friends as they learned from each other but found Astrid was with her old flame, Ian.
When attacked on a date and Ian tried to attack her as well, Emma discovered it was Astrid controlling them and the two engaged in a telepathic fight which ended with Emma gaining the upper hand and putting Astrid in a coma.
Saving Ian’s job, he was disgusted when she told him about her mutant powers. Hurt by this rejection, Emma decided to reinvent herself and dyed her hair blonde and had a nose job.
Recruited to SHIELD, Emma saw it as the perfect power play to hone her telepathic gifts and her recent diamond form mutation. However, whether she trusts SHIELD is a whole other thing entirely.
Multifandom Challenge || 32/100 Characters || Emma Frost
↳ “That’s how I survived. Time and time again. That’s my secret. I survived because I willed it to be. How did I survive apocalyptic fire? I simply refused to feel the flames.”
