She sighed, her breath sending ice crystals flying. She rolled her shoulders and looked around the frozen cave she called home. She quite liked it, it was just cold enough to be cozy, and it was away from any prying eyes. Sure Godzilla would come around from time to time, but it was mostly just to check up on her. She appreciated that the King would do that. Her tail idly flicked as she laid against a large bed made of snow that she made. She hummed and looked to the cave ceiling, where she crudely painted Godzilla and Kong, even Mothra. She smiled. They were probably her only friends after she was freed from Skar. As she gazed at the ceiling, she heard movement outside, and sat up, curious as to who it could be....