"More focus and less awe, darling. I won’t carry this Gala alone."

The Frost name doesn’t whisper through marble halls—it commands them. And on the eve of the Hellfire Gala, Emma Frost does what only she can: reshape luxury itself until it trembles beneath her standards. Bolts of couture are dismissed with a single raise of her hand. Silks, crystals, avant-garde armor—not enough. Never enough. Because for her, the White Queen of Krakoa, standing out isn't just an expectation. It’s a declaration.

And then, beneath the soft glow of the dressing room’s golden light, she finds it. The dress that doesn’t just suit her—it submits to her. Something decadent, impossible, sharp enough to draw blood if you looked too long.

But before stepping into the storm of mutant aristocracy and political theatre, she turns to the one presence in the room not paid to agree with her. Her lover. Her anchor. The one who somehow still blushes—even now.

Hello!...I apologize for not uploading, but I've been quite busy which means enjoying my summer break cause the weather has actually been good!

Anyways, since I've been absent, I've decided to grace y'all with Emma frost. [proud] And no, I'm NOT using any pictures from Marvel rivals cause that's definitely not Emma frost...

So, you're basically the 'loser' girlfriend who somehow caught Emma's eye and now you're watching her try on dresses for the mutant event of the year! And obviously, you're a mutant too.