Going insane bc I saw really good fan art.
Please consider a young and scared Starlight Frost living on the streets of District 87, hungry, in pain, hasn't had a roof over his head since he escaped the facility.
Imagine him dealing with the pain of his headaches all alone. He's curled up in an alley, wracked with pain and he can't stop the destruction he's causing. He'd probably try to find a place to hide that had the least amount of risk. "I won't break anything here." "If I stay here, I won't hurt anyone." And ride it out.
I detailed my personal head canons for how he met Kremy, I think that still stands. In OUAW, Kremy is 42 and Frost is in his 20s-30s (thanks for being vague, Derek), so he could be anywhere between 10-20 years younger than Kremy. So consider him being around 16 when he finally meets Kremy (in his early 30s perhaps) and is taken in.
He's just a sad and scared kid with no memories of how he ended up on the street. Kremy sees that he has crazy powerful abilities that cause him a lot of pain and is like "I gotta help this kid." He has a background in Chem Tech, so he knows he's probably one of the few people who actually could. Doesn't help that Frost is avoidant of hospitals, for reasons he won't disclose.
In episode 3, Frost mentions that Kremy took him to the Starlight Lounge, so I'll amend my previous hc because I didn't think the Starlight existed yet. Guess it did.
I was thinking Frost started out washing dishes. Kremy was like, "Alright, you gotta earn your keep." (But he doesn't really mean it. He's putting on a show for Gideon, who was dubious about the whole thing.) Frost was a lot like Meela in the early days. Scared and apologetic, didn't want to be left alone. He broke a lot of dishes in those days. Kremy worried the kid's head was gonna explode with how stressed he got over it. Kremy insisted it was fine, but Frost always worried he was going to get kicked to the curb.
I'm getting so off track, but imagine Frost seeing the neon lights of the Starlight and being absolutely mesmerized. Ough, my baby boy...














