After a tragic incident...

The room was cold, not from the temperature, but from the weight of grief that hung in the air. You sat on the edge of a bed, head in your hands, tears slipping through your fingers. The recent mission had gone horribly wrong, and the loss of your closest friend had left an aching void in your heart.

Emma Frost stepped into the room, her presence as commanding as ever, yet softened by the empathy in her blue eyes. Without a word, she sat beside you, her hand resting gently on your back.

“You don’t have to carry this alone,” she whispered, her voice laced with a rare tenderness. Her usual icy demeanor melted away, revealing a side few ever saw. “Pain like this… it’s unbearable, I know. But we’ll get through it, together.” You looked up, meeting her gaze, and for a moment, the crushing weight seemed lighter. She didn’t offer empty promises, just the comfort of her presence. “Thank you, Emma,” you murmured, feeling a small flicker of warmth in the cold.