Novel & Cerita Killer Frost Outfit

Crash! I stood over the fractured ice once more and swung the axe with every last ounce of strength. I hadn’t removed the camera from my helmet. Immediately realizing what I was doing, Luna screeched, "Sophie, are you crazy?!" I ignored her, continuing to raise my numb arms and swing them down, mechanically repeating the motions until… Crack! With a sharp crack, the ice split completely apart, exposing the heating pipe underneath. Taking aim, I lifted the axe high—

Everfrost's frozen winds howled across the wasteland. Inside the endless whiteout, Kyle fought to keep the helicopter steady. The blades spun harder and harder, shattering thick layers of ice and flinging them away, while the rotors and engine slowly warmed enough to function. An endless tide of zombies surged toward them from every direction. Every zombie soldier inside the hangars had flooded out at once. Their uniforms were stiff with ice beneath the blizzard, and their corpse-pale faces carried a bluish gray tint from the cold.

Temperature: -60°C. The Valkyrie (a prototype VTOL dropship stolen from the Syndicate and repainted) roared through the blizzard. Inside, the Shield Team was gearing up. They weren't wearing rags anymore. They wore Mark V Exoskeletons—sleek, insulated, powered armor designed by Sterling Corp. Jack checked his heavy rotary cannon. "I hope they have heat... I hate the cold." "Approaching target," the pilot announced. "Station 5 is dark. No heat signatures."

Emerald fingered the leather badge she had been working on. The intricacy of the copper wire stitches. The celtic knots that surrounding the central wolf, the imposing crest of the Frost Alpha. It was the ceremonial badge Zyan was meant to wwear at the last night of the festival, during the awards ceremony.

His expression mirrored mine. We hurried over to the chambers we now shared and dressed in winter gear. My attire consisted of layered petticoats underneath a gray, bulbous sleeved cloak and faux fur lined gloves that matched a warm, rose pink hat. Aldrich wore a long overcoat that matched the gray in mine. With Theo in bed and Aldrich holding off his duties for the day, we hurried downstairs to the back entrance like children.

he says, making me melt. “You got me more than one gift, Kaeden?” I ask and take both from him. I sit down on my bed after placing the frame on the bed and unwrap the big box. My eyes widened in shock! Inside is a set of clothes, a red and black baseball jacket with my name on it and the number eight on it. Setting it down, I pulled out two shirts, one black with Cyro’s name on it on the back and in front. It had an outline in light blue of a wolf, while the other shirt was a black and blue checked shirt. I pulled out a pair of plain black jeans and white sneakers that had a wolf printed on the outside of the left shoe and Cyro’s name on the other.

I can smell him, warm and spicy, which is so funny given his cold, remote personality and his name. “You should stop being such a creeper,” I say, eyes still closed. “One day, you’ll sneak into the wrong room and get a one-way ticket to hell.” He doesn’t respond. I open my eyes and zero in on Frost standing beyond the thick metal bars. His eyes glitter in the ambient light coming from the window, but his body is nothing more than a shadow on a darker background. He’s still in his sweats, snowflakes coating his hoodie and his pale hair like tiny glistening stars.

"Time to investigate this place." Frost said, stood up and walked towards where the door out of the room was but she suddenly paused when she noticed the clothes she was wearing. It was a white nightgown below the knee. She narrowed her eyes and walked to another direction and open a door which has a tag written on it that says, 'Closet' A frustrated sigh was breathed out by Frost when she saw what was inside. There are various dresses for different occasions, for just a casual day, and for hunting. However, it was all a dress which Frost was not used to wearing.