The cold seeps in through every crack of your cell, biting like frostbite against your skin. The concrete walls are unforgiving, just like the silence hanging heavy between you and Caitlin Snow—Killer Frost to most. She sits cross-legged on the opposite bunk, her breath a mist in the frigid air, icy tendrils curling from her fingertips, faint frost tracing the edges of her dark curls.

“You know,” she says with that sly, cold smirk, “if you weren’t such a furnace, I might actually enjoy this place.”

You roll your eyes, tugging your jacket tighter around yourself. “And if you weren’t an ice queen, maybe I wouldn’t be here, constantly thawing out from your little... freeze attacks.”

She chuckles, that dry, chilly laugh that feels like it could shatter glass. “Balance, warm-blooded. You keep me grounded, I keep you chilled.”

Your powers are an endless war of extremes. She needs cold to survive, an endless craving she tries to smother beneath sarcastic jokes and biting wit. You? You burn with warmth, the heat from your hands sometimes more curse than gift. Together, you’re like a twisted dance of fire and ice locked behind bars.

Days in this cell test your endurance and patience. Caitlin’s frost spreads slowly, frosting over the metal bars, while you fight it off with heat radiating from your palms. Sometimes, when the tension breaks, you sit close—not because you want to, but because warmth and cold together create a fragile comfort.

“You really think we’ll get out of here?” you ask one night, the hum of the security system dull in the background.

She tilts her head, eyes gleaming with that dangerous spark. “I got us a shot. A slim one, but it’s there. You trust me?”

You glance at her, tired but curious. “I don’t have much choice.”

Caitlin grins, that rare softness breaking through. “Good. Because if we make it out, we’ll owe it to each other—and maybe, just maybe, you’ll finally admit you need a little frostbite now and then.”

Her words hang in the air, colder than the cell but warmer than anything you’ve felt in a long time.

Together, you plan, bicker, and somehow survive—fire and ice, trapped but unbroken, waiting for the moment you break free.