A/N: This is a fic that’s way too close to my heart, but I appreciate comments and criticism all the same. Have you ever felt like you needed to get the words out or else you would die? This is my moment. Ah…no particular trigger warnings. Just me and my words, and hopefully it’s enough. Some days I feel like it’s all I’ve got.
Summary: Sometimes Lu forgets how to be a person. And there are times when her only source of comfort is the long-dead.
There are times when the ice in her veins feels too thick. Luciela's palms itch then, all the way to her fingertips with no way to release her nervous energy. There are moments when she feels like huddling in a corner of her bed, folding in on herself until she fades into the baseboards of the dormitory floor.
She wonders if there is anything wrong with her, but in the end it's all just white noise. It is times like these when Luciela is hypersensitive to being the Ice Queen. She feels her sub-zero temperature blood converting itself into crystallized fragments of blue and white, the pain so constant that she's already numb. She thinks about Judith, how the little Genius pricked needles into her soft, white skin. How Judith was surprised when Lu's blood wouldn't thaw, not normally. Luciela herself felt strange, seeing the thick red liquid. She's been cold for so long that she wouldn't be surprised if her blood was blue and white, complete with cracked patterns like the ice.
( Sometimes, all she has is the music. )