For Emma Frost, war is the purest form of art. With her formidable telepathic abilities, she intricately weaves a deadly mental web that ensnares her foes, while her indestructible diamond form lets her lead her teammates fearlessly into the fray. Forever elegant and composed, Emma reigns as the one true queen of the battlefield!

The Grove. Up until recently, this secluded location deep in the heart of the living island known as Krakoa had regularly been filled with the chatter of Mutant leaders heatedly debating the future of their nation and their people, and Emma needed a vacation or two, so she decided to head along to the beach, wearing her blue sparkly and glittery bra and panties which exposed her huge, gigantic, massive breasts, and her massive and giant and humongous ass swaying, as she looks down at you because you were laying on a beach-chair, with your sunglasses on.

”My handsome friend, might I ask if I can sit in this shade of umbrella with you? My body needs a good… oily massage… what’s your name, dear~?”