Project: Black Ice
”Parenting 101”
Frost ‘Forever’ Home
Manhattan, New York
June 26, 2022
1:01am
The night was still, with very few sounds trickling through the windows to disturb the inhabitants. The Frost ‘Forever’ Home was rather dark – the only light sources coming from two sources. First, the nightlights that Deanna and Selena had strategically placed throughout the house from the moment Elisanna had come to live with them and David was born. There were small, plastic, auto-timed lights in an outlet every few yards, creating a dim illumination of ‘circles’ that were like beacons on a map for their children. A path to go to the bathroom, a path to get to their rooms, and a path to get to their mommies’ rooms if the children needed them.
While the small lights were all uniform in design outside of the bedrooms, David’s was one of a crouching Spider-Man and Elsianna and Amiliah’s room was that of a nutcracker – similar in colors to Sir Crackshell, Elsianna’s most treasured toy. This was useful when the nightstands needed to double-act as the ‘defenders against bed monsters’, something David had been going through, Elsianna had surpassed long ago and Amiliah had not yet experienced.
The second source of illumination came through the window that was left uncovered by blinds – unlike the children’s rooms, allowing for the clear-white moonlight to stream in and run across a section of the floor. It, along with the night light plugged into the wall, was just enough for Deanna to make out the pale skin of her wife’s exposed body, which she nestled into affectionately, feeling the warm and coolness of it against her own skin. The two Frost wives laid naked in each other’s arms, covered by a large blanket that was draped over them and the rest of their bed, both breathing deeply from their recent lovemaking. It was almost hard to believe that they had had so much energy, especially after their workout a few hours ago.
After Breakdown, and her subsequent loss to Adam Allocco, the Television Champion had begged Selena to up the difficulty of her trainings. Of course, the platinum-blonde had been hesitant, not wanting to push the, still new, redhead too far and risk injury –
What would be the point if you get injured and have to not only drop your title but also miss Rise to Greatness? – but she had eventually relented and had incorporated some of her own training into Deanna’s regimen.
For Deanna, it wasn’t because of her loss that prompted this… okay, in some ways it was. She was frustrated that she had gotten so close to beating Adam Allocco and had only missed that kickout by a fraction of a second – but it was the disrespect in the ring that had riled her. Adam had promised to ‘show his hand’ in his promo against Deanna amidst the match that, to quote him, ‘she had no chance in winning’, but during the match, his moves had rarely strayed from vertical suplexes, scoop slams, and maybe two other moves. It was one thing to declare ‘guaranteed victory’, SCW was filled with arrogant jerks like that – The Brand being a key example – that were so arrogant, but to not take Deanna seriously like that?
Of course, Deanna hadn’t had too much time to dwell on her match with Allocco – with her match with Ace Sky (her first title defence with the Television championship) on the horizon – but she refused to be seen or treated that way from Adam again. Next time they fought, and she was sure there would be a next time, she was going to be better than before – and she’d force the “King of StrongStyle” to use his whole playbook.
And I’d still kick his butt! she had exclaimed in her reasoning to Selena.
However, the result of the new intensity of workouts had left Deanna sore and drained – more so than she had imagined. So, to quietly re-enter the house to take a shower and suddenly have the energy to not only make love in the shower but also on the bed had certainly surprised the two of them – in a good way.
Maybe it was all those endorphins… Deanna thought as she snuggled up to press her lips against the juncture of Selena’s neck and shoulder – her wife’s sweet spot. She heard the Snow Queen release a soft purr of contentment as her arms tightened a little around Deanna’s frame.
“Again?” Selena whispered, half-asleep. “Really?”
“No.” Deanna whispered back. “I’m just content. A content little kitten.”
“A kitten?”
“You were purring.” Deanna remarked. “So, my mind went there.”
“I wasn’t purring.”
“Oh yeah?”
Again, Deanna attacked the same spot – causing Selena to clamp down on her lip to try and resist the automatic reaction she had to her wife’s ministrations. Even so, the world champion could not stop the whine-hum of arousal that escaped her. Again, pale, lean, yet strong arms, instinctively wrapped tighter around the playful redhead.
“If you…” Selena breathed. “Played this dirty in the ring – you and I would have to fight each other eventually.”
“Lucky for you.” Deanna countered, pushing herself up on her elbows to regard her wife flushed face in the moonlight/nightlight. “I have no desire to play dirty with anyone but you.”
“Thank Odin.” Selena whispered, reaching up with a hand to caress her wife’s cheek. “I don’t think I could beat you.”
“The most unlikely person to end the legendary reign of Selena Frost?” Deanna smirked. “You realized that I’ve kept you pinned on this bed for well over three seconds now?”
The Snow Queen gave a shrug. “You ready to be World Champion?”
“No! Gods, no.” Deanna laughed. “I really don’t know how you handle it. I got miffed with Allocco not taking me seriously. You had the entire Brand doing ‘campaigns’ against you – can we sue them for that?”
“Why waste the time trying?” Selena asked with a tilt of her head. “Sour grapes is sour grapes. They don’t have the world title so they’re settling for being petulant. Adam’s acting the same way in all this.”
“I’m…” Deanna bit her lower lip. “I’m sorry I couldn’t beat him. I know you warned me.”
“I warned you to be careful.” Selena pressed. “But you said you could handle it and you did. Don’t let his ‘games’ and BS get to you.”
“I mean… the whole ‘four moves’ thing hurt.”
“Deanna.” Selena pressed, pushing herself from under Deanna so she was sitting up, her upper torso exposed in the moonlight. “Don’t give him any power. He did it to get to me and to get to you. He wanted to bury you. To make you feel like you had no chance. Hell, he went out of his way to respond to your tweets – which he rarely uses Twitter. He wants you to feel inferior, okay? It’s mind games.”
“What about you?” Deanna asked.
“Me?” the platinum-blonde asked, raising an eyebrow as Deanna remained knelt before her.
“How do you feel?”
For a moment, Selena blinked before taking in a deep breath and exhaling it through her nose. “I feel like he wants this to be some sort of game. Like he’s trying for mind games… and I just want no part of that.” She shook her head. “I’m sick of that. I just want to wrestle – why is that so hard?”
“I don’t blame you for wanting nothing to do with the mind games.” Deanna huffed, moving in to, once more, snuggle against her wife. “We’ve got enough of that going on right now.”
She immediately felt her wife stiffen at those words, the older Frost reminded of their current predicament. They were still waiting on the paternity test they had taken a few days ago after returning home from Breakdown. It was almost sad to say, but the Frosts and VanHohenheims had made a day of the event. They had gone in to the clinic, Frost children in tow, for Selena, Jonathan and Alejandra to have their ‘samples’ collected. Then, they had spent the rest of the day enjoying New York. Walking the various streets, visiting Times Square, enjoying some of the food from the street-vendors – David even got his picture with Spider-Man, a costumed-performer that had been standing near a ‘blinged-out’ Statue of Liberty performer.
It had been Deanna’s idea and it had been warranted. She wanted to distract Selena from the test and the upcoming results. Deanna knew – she just knew – that Killjoy was full of crap. That this whole thing was nothing more than a bitter person jealous at what Selena had and trying to take it from her – no different than those in SCW the young world champion had fought and conquered – or would conquer in the case of Adam Allocco.
And even if it was true – that Killjoy was, in fact, the infant that had been born ‘Selena Frost’ and had been replaced by the woman Deanna now cuddled up next to, it didn’t matter! Misfortune was not enough of a reason to commit murder! It wasn’t enough to justify destroying a family that had played no willing part in it!
No, HER Selena Frost was not a person that relished in murder.
HER Selena Frost didn’t delight in the destruction of people’s lives.
HER Selena Frost was good and kind and fought for things like her family and integrity.
That’s what it all came down to. Killjoy could claim to be anything she wanted to be, but she would NEVER be HER Selena Frost. Not in a million years.
Without hesitating, Deanna leaned up to press her lips to Selena’s forehead. “Maybe I love you, Selena Frost.”
She felt her wife hum a little at the act. “Say it again.” She whispered.
“Maybe I love you, Selena Frost.” Deanna whispered again, settling her wife down and back into their cuddle. “Maybe I…”
The knock on the door grabbed their attention, the two wives just able to hear it and, instinctively move out of bed to grab their bedwear. Deanna threw on a light-green robe while Selena slipped into her magenta nightgown, her curves filling out the gown wonderfully, Deanna always noticed.
Quickly, Deanna opened the door to see the tiny redhead rubbing her eyes, as if removing some tears. Behind her stood Elsianna. The taller, older sister wore dark pyjamas with flowers on them while the younger child was in shorts and a Spongebob Squarepants t-shirt. With the lateness of the night, Elsianna had not worn her gloves, and both Frost wives spied the scarred flesh on the hands that held young Ami in place.
“Bad dream.” Amiliah tried to say.
“She had a nightmare.” Elsianna explained, the nine-year old almost protectively holding her little sister.
“Oh no.” Deanna sighed, kneeling to take the waiting Amiliah into her arms, lifting her up with ease, despite her sore muscles. “What happened, fireball?” she asked, using the nickname Selena had given the child at birth, like she had with David (Prince) and Elsianna (Snowflake).
“Running from monsters.” Amiliah half-sniffled, half-cried before throwing herself into her mother, wrapping her small arms around Deanna’s neck.
“Oh! It’s okay.” The redhead smiled, trying to comfort the young girl. “There are no monsters here. You have your nightlight, right? The one we got to keep the monsters away?”
She felt Amiliah nod her head.
“And besides, your mom and I are expert monster-hunters, you know? We fight them on TV all the time.”
Again, Amiliah nodded her head, her cried slowly dying down.
“So, we’ll always be there to protect you.” Deanna finished as she slowly carried the child back to her bedroom, allowing Selena to give the young girl a soft kiss on the cheek before doing so. This left Elsianna and Selena there in the doorway.
“You okay?” Selena asked, wrapping an arm around her oldest daughter’s shoulders.
“I just can’t help her with her nightmares.” Elsianna sighed. “I want to but I can’t.”
“Nightmares are part of life, Snowflake.” Selena stated. “It’s something the mind brings up based on a number of factors. I have them too.”
The child gave a nod. “So do I.” she sighed. “I sometimes dream that I’m on fire again. Except nobody can put me out – and I set everything else on fire. Including the house and you and mom.”
It was like a knife had gone through Selena’s heart at those words, the Snow Queen quickly wrapping her arms around the child to hold her tight. “Sweetheart-“ she felt her daughter cling to her. “Why didn’t you tell me? Or mom?”
“You just…” Elsianna tried to explain. “You’ve been so sad for so long – I know something is wrong but I don’t know what.”
“I…” Selena tried before forcing a smile to her lips. “It’s nothing, Elsa. I HAVE been sad but it’s not your fault. It’s not anyone’s fault here. I just need to get through it.”
“Like you do at work?”
“Yes. Like I do at work. Lots of people make mom and I… ‘sad’… at work. But she and I have to do our best to get through it so we can make things better.”
“I get it.” Elsianna nodded.
“If you have a nightmare – or something is bothering you, Elsianna.” Selena stressed the young girl’s full name, earning a more wide-eyed expression from her. “I want you to tell your mom or I, okay?”
“Okay, mother.” Elsianna nodded her head quickly.
“Now, let’s get you to bed too, alright?”
The suggestion was quickly agreed upon by Elsianna, allowing Selena to easily usher her to her room where Deanna was putting Amiliah back to bed, the redhead even singing the ‘lullaby’ she and Selena had sung to their children for years.
“For wherever you are and forever…” Deanna sung softly, Selena’s heart (as always) skipping a beat or two as she watched her beloved sing. “I’ll be here.”
Lovingly, Deanna leaned down to kiss Amiliah’s forehead before shifting over as Elsianna crawled into the bed beside her sister, giving the older daughter her own kiss on the forehead. “Goodnight, my darlings.”
“Night, mom.” Both girls whispered as Deanna trekked back to the doorway where Selena was waiting for her.
“Good night, girls.” Selena smiled.
“Night, mother/mommy.” Both girls said, Amiliah choosing the simpler word to address Selena.
Now, this is where the night could simply end in sleep for Deanna. She and Selena could return to their room, remove their clothes once more and snuggle to sleep. And that would have been the choice if not both emerald and sapphire eyes didn’t see the flashing lights dancing along the floor, specifically from under the door of David’s bedroom.
Stopping their short trek, the Frost wives stared at the small space between the bottom of the door and the floor, both pairs of eyes narrowing as they saw various colored lights spring further and instantly die away.
“Oh come on.” Deanna sighed, reaching up to pinch the bridge of her nose. “Not again.”
Selena gave a sigh before reaching out towards the door. Turning it slowly, so as not to make a sound, she gently pushed the door open a crack to peer inside.
It was all she needed as she spotted her son, David, sitting on the bed, his tiny frame against the headboard. His adorable face was illuminated with those same colored lights as his fingers worked away on the small console in his hands, his tongue sticking out of his mouth in earnest concentration.
Despite herself, Selena gave a slow, quiet sigh before pushing the door open. Of course, the door gave a slight creak in its hinge as soon as she did, which, like turning the lights on for a cockroach, made David move like a shot, spinning his body around to the side, hiding his Nintendo Switch under the covers and adding an exaggerate set of ‘snoring sounds’ to try and fool his mothers.
With a roll of her eyes, Deanna followed Selena into the room where the pair stood near the bed, the mixture of fake snores and David’s video game, Breath of the Wild, filling their ears.
“I wonder if he knows we can hear his game?” Deanna said aloud, casting her eyes at Selena.
“Well, if he’s wondering that.” Selena replied, playing along. “He must also wonder-“
Her words died out as the volume from the game suddenly boomed from under the blankets, David, in an attempt to control the volume, accidentally pushing it the wrong direction. In an attempt to compensate, his snoring also suddenly became two times louder and more exaggerated, his hands moving under the blankets in a scramble to try and turn the volume off, which he eventually did.
“Did you hear that, honey?” Deanna asked.
“Oh, it must have been the wind.” Selena passed, shaking her head tiredly at Deanna due to their son’s antics. “You know how those New York breezes get when passing through the beams of this house.”
“Oh maybe – I almost wonder how our son can stay asleep when it’s so loud.”
Both women were know standing right next to the bed and the boy still was trying to ‘snore them away’.
With a sigh, Selena reached down to gently pull the covers off him, revealing his Marvel Avengers pyjamas and the Switch he held in his hands. What could the boy do but keep snoring? Anything was better to the near six-year old than getting ‘caught’, even though he didn’t realize he already had.
Reaching down, Deanna easily pried the console out of the boy’s hands. “Strong grip for a sleeping boy.” She added, semi-wrestling it out of his grasp. Holding the item in her hands, she held it up for Selena. This was the third time they had caught their son this week playing video games past his bedtime, a clear ‘no-no’ in this house.
They had warned him, told him directly not to keep playing at night – and he hadn’t listened.
With a shake of her head, Deanna turned on her foot and walked out of the room, ensuring she kept hold of the device until she had returned to her room, placing the handheld under one of the big hat in Selena’s and hers closet.
“Well, he’s grounded.” She heard Selena state as the Snow Queen entered their room.
“Yep.” Deanna replied. “You want to tell him tomorrow or do you want me to.”
“I will.” Selena remarked, crossing her arms over her chest. “I’ve got a scary ‘mean face’.”
“I do too!” Deanna countered, her lips pursing and her eyes narrowing. “I can get really mean-looking.”
A laugh escaped Selena. “Yes, you can, my love.” She tilted her head lovingly at her wife. “But I love it more when you’re your usual kind self.”
Despite herself, Deanna playfully beamed. “You sure you want to handle David’s tantrum tomorrow? I know you need to film your promo.”
“Of course.” Selena sighed. “Besides, pretty sure the ‘Because I’m your mother and I say so.’ card still works if he throws a fit – that or threatening to make the grounding longer.”
Despite herself, Deanna reached out to take Selena’s pale hands into her own. “I’m glad that hasn’t changed in your mind.”
“What hasn’t?”
“That you’re his mother.”
Selena’s eyes grew wide for a moment before narrowing a little. “That will never change to me.” She quietly whispered, a dull fury in her voice. “There are things that NO ONE will ever take from us, Deanna.” She added, squeezing her wife’s hands. “Whether I am…” her voice trailed off. “Or I’m not.” She finished with a whisper.
“Don’t forget that.” Deanna ordered. “Because no one is going to take these things from us,
Selena. I promise.”
The two women made their way to bed to finally get some sleep. A long week awaited them, with their matches on Breakdown and the impending paternity test results. But Deanna was right – she knew she was right. No matter what, Selena was still her wife and the mother of their children with her. She was still a phenomenal wrestler and an inspiration as Deanna tried to be a good Television champion.
And those were things, like her love for the platinum-blonde, that would never change.
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