Selena Frost vs. Chris Lawler

[SnowQueenSCW]

OOC: Takes place immediately following the final CD scene of Selena’s last roleplay.

Scars of a Fascade

”A Deal from the Devil…”

Eyrie Tower
New York City, New York
July 29th, 2025
6:01am (approx. 1 min after sunrise)

She finally let go of her hand…

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For the briefest of moments – ones that truly felt like a blissful eternity – Selena felt herself falling. No…not falling… Flying… Weightless in the air as gravity began to favor pulling her down over the balcony. She had closed her eyes before letting go of the rail because she had wanted the last thing she saw in this life to be on her terms – one of the only few things she could still control: how she ended things and what she chose to see last in that end.

The sun rising – beautiful, golden and warm.
That gold light bouncing off the gold of her nugget pendant, which she had left on the table by her note.
Deanna’s dark-red hair, looking so bright, almost shining, in the gold of the sun.

It was all beautiful to the woman. The only thing Selena would have changed in that moment was the girl’s expression. She had looked so scared and sad all at once. If she had had any power within her – if she truly was the World-Ruler as she had claimed to be, or even the Snow Queen she once was – she could have. Would have. Would have scoured the globe and fought any enemy to make her beloved Deanna smile as brightly as the sun.

But alas, she truly had no power… She never truly did.

Everything had failed. Everything had gone wrong. Not only had she failed to motivate Xander Valentine into becoming the ‘hero’ and ‘ending her’ at Rise to Greatness, but she couldn’t even stop the worst possible person from getting the world title in the first place. In that vein, she could at least respect Giovanni and Xander – both had fought wars and months of battles in SCW before RTG. Cid?! Two matches. That was it! Two matches and he was the damn SCW World Champion! Two matches and he was being seen as “the best in SCW” over people like her and Xander and Light in the Darkness… If Selena hadn’t felt ill about the situation during the entire flight back to New York to kill herself, she would be feeling it now. As it was… she just felt defeated.

Her plan to get the world title back – a year of planning and waiting to break the “Unbelievable Main-Event” curse that had been on her for years – dashed in a moment.
Her ‘hero’ had not risen to slay her.

It was why this – above her favorite city - had always been the ‘plan B’ of it all. Win or lose – if she did not meet her destruction at Rise, then she would carry it out herself. If no one would ‘destroy the villain’, then she would – as she had promised Xander in that private Royal Letter – end Selena Frost herself.

The villain has to fall… she thought, feeling the wind blow against her. And so I am…

Yet, it felt freeing. Keeping her eyes closed, her last ‘sight’ centered in her mind. She had almost felt this when she had been pushed off that ladder by Cid Turner, though that moment had ended too soon thanks to the ring-rope getting in her way. Now? Now she would have seconds slowed down into minutes, maybe even hours, of this feeling. Of floating – of flying. Watch me fly… Watch me fly…

It would all be over soon and everything would be fine. SCW would figure itself out. Her children would forget her – who would want to remember her now anyways? Deanna would move on. Everyone would. In the end, the platinum-blonde thought as she felt herself buzzing with the adrenaline of her impending doom… in the end, no one would care to remember “The Crazy Miner’s Daughter”, the villain of SCW…

More wind blew around her, almost chilling her – which was saying something for the Snow Queen. Still, as the seconds ticked by – slow as they were – even she began to wonder: What the hell is taking so long?? That single thought, perhaps spurned on by frustrations over fear of seeing the ground rushing to meet her, slowly allowed her senses to adjust to the adrenaline spike of letting go of the guardrail.

She heard the wind.
She smelled the fresh air above the city’s polluted mess.
She felt the cold. Except for her hand – the one that had let go of the rail… which was strangely warm.

Confused, she focused her mind on it, allowing her to register the soft skin of the, contrasting, strong grip that was on that hand, pulling her back from the abyss of her thoughts and freedom. With it came the realization that she had stopped falling – or wasn’t falling or whatever! Confused, her eyes slowly creaked open, in time to see the city below her. Thousands of feet below, she felt her heart flutter in a short spurt of shock, more so for the fact that she… hadn’t even fallen an inch! The street was still thousands of feet away from her and not growing any closer!

Slowly, confused only for a moment, the former world champion turned her head towards the warmth she still felt in her hand, seeing it pulled back behind her towards the balcony – which was when she realized the angle she stood at with one hand in front of her and the one grasped behind – and followed the hand to the one holding said hand. Guided by it, her eyes went up the opposing arm until she was met with a fiery, emerald gaze that almost made her heart stop.

“Deanna…” Selena whispered out of shock at the determined, almost angry expression of her ex-wife as the redhead grasped onto Selena’s hand for dear life, using the very guardrail separating them as a brace for herself to do so.

“Don’t you fucking dare.” Came the cold order from the redhead, her eyes never leaving Selena’s sapphire ones. “Don’t you dare leave me.” She added, her voice cracking at the last few words, revealing
the emotion of a thousand unsaid words.

Selena's heart clenched painfully at the sight, so different than the one she had wanted to keep in her mind and heart as she had made her ‘descent’ into oblivion and obscurity. The sun was still rising and shining it’s golden-color onto the balcony and her pendant still had a bit of a glow from the redirected light, but the difference in the redhead – it hurt to see Deanna like this. The determined look – the refusal to simply let the platinum-blonde go, despite everything! That damned look… so familiar to Selena, reminding her of the love the two of them had shared for nearly a decade – a love she had JUST admitted to Deanna before she had let go, ready to disappear forever…

Why couldn’t Deanna just understand that it was too late?! That it was all just… just… Too late…

She felt Deanna try to, tentatively, pull her back in towards the safety of ‘her side’ but Selena refused, planting her feet hard against the balcony’s edge to counter the pull. Perhaps it was fear of this new tension causing the hands to slip and disengage, thus resulting in Selena’s fall still happening, that prevented Deanna from pulling any harder or further, instead focusing her attention on her current grip on Selena’s hand, and on the platinum-blonde’s face.

“You can’t do this.” The younger woman implored. “Over what? A loss? Some stupid title? I lost too, remember! Both a match and a title! You’re just reacting to everything that’s happened. This…” the redhead’s gaze tore past the taller woman, over the shoulder and beyond to the city. “This isn’t the solution!” emerald eyes shot back to Selena’s again. “The children… me…” she whispered. “Why throw that away just because you lost?”

It was enough for Selena to bark a bitter laugh, the sound wet with anguish at the absurdity of such logic. “You honestly think this is about some title? Or some loss?” it was Selena’s turn for her eyes to turn cold towards Deanna. Another ‘RTG main-event loss’ simply made four in a row rather than three. A number change was not enough to bring her out here and if Deanna thought that… Selena was rather disgusted at the possibility. Does she think my ego is that fragile?

No… The reason was much deeper than that…

“What kind of mother am I?” Selena slowly asked, her voice dripping with self-disdain. “You heard Elsianna. My legacy now is one of destruction, of hatred, of controversy. EVERYTHING I tried to build for over a decade – believing I could be better… could have better than what I was left with in Nome…” she shook her head. “Thinking I could make SCW better…” her eyes drifted down. “And now look at me…” she whispered, though she did not move her sights from the streets of New York. “My child is being punished because of me. Beaten up and outed and humiliated because of me – turning to smoking because of me… What happens when David gets to that age? What about Amiliah?”

The thought of it – of all three of her children assaulted and harassed simply because they were the offspring of the hated Selena Frost – driven to drugs like Elsianna had been. Any kind of release to feel whole. Why not? Selena had sunk into delusions of a snow child in her darkest hour, swam in the depth of addiction with NX in order to survive heartbreak… Anything to just escape from the pain…

What chance did her children have with her as their parent?

“Good must beat evil, Deanna…” the platinum-blonde breathed aloud – her last belief she had, having sacrificed every other one in order to become ‘The Blue-Eyed Devil’ and later ‘The World-Ruler’. Even so, it was her strongest belief – like iron or titanium in her soul and she would be damned before she surrendered it. “It’s the only thing I can still teach them – still prove to them is true… If I stay alive, I’ll just continue hurting them and you and other people.”

“No!” Deanna’s voice was sharp, cutting through the musings. “Don’t you get it? You don’t have to be that anymore! SCW doesn’t need you to be ‘the villain’ anymore!”

The way Deanna worded that – ‘SCW doesn’t need you to be ‘the villain’ anymore’…It was enough to break through to Selena, the platinum-blonde finally turning her gaze back towards the redhead, her gaze enough for Deanna to continue, somewhat encouraged.

“That’s what Luz and Amelia… and I… understand. That you’re not… you’re not just some evil woman like you’re pretending to be. I…” she breathed. “I don’t know when I understood, but I do now.” She nodded her head. “You felt SCW needed you to be the villain. That that was all you could do when you came back because of me… and now… after everything…”

Everything. One word to encapsulate all that had happened. The pain, the lying, the manipulation of contracts, demands of conditionals, all that drama with Demetria, their divorce, years of pain and suffering within SCW and within the Frost family – summed up in one word: ‘Everything’.

Selena hated it. It felt so…inadequate to her, but she remained silent as Deanna continued to speak. “You feel you can’t be forgiven. That you’ve gone too far to go back… but…” she shook her head. “You can! You are more than that, Selena. You HAVE been more than that! Remember?”

For a moment, Selena couldn’t, but only for a moment. Then, like looking through old movies, the memories came back to her.

The Snow Queen
The Winter Diamond
The Defier of Worlds
The Winter’s Knight
The Face of SCW…

Had she really been all those things? Had she been ‘good’ before? Loved? Accepted? No… she may have been long ago, but it all seemed like a distant memory now. Like someone else playing a glorified, twisted version of the villain she was now. For a year and a half, all she had been given was hatred from SCW – and she had returned it while trying to push someone to play opposite her as ‘the hero’ to this story of an ‘evil queen’. Whatever she had been before that… there, high above New York City… she could barely remember that person now.

“I can’t.” Selena sighed, shaking her head sadly at the redhead. “Just let me go, Deanna. My letter of explanation is on the table there. You can tell our kids – tell SCW – whatever you feel you need to. Just…” her teeth found her lower lip, biting it harder than she meant to. “Just let me go…”

“I won’t!” Deanna refused with a yell, grasping Selena’s hand harder with both of her own – it would be painful if Selena cared about pain in that moment, which she didn’t. “I won’t!” Deanna repeated. “You don’t get to do that to me! You don’t say you love me and then leave me like that! You don’t have the right! Not when I love you so fucking much!”

Selena’s breath hitched at those last words. It was ironic and sad at the same time: even after all this time apart, after… ‘everything’… Deanna’s presence still felt like home, grounding her amidst the chaos of her spiraling thoughts and beckoning her back from oblivion. But home was so far away now, physically burned to the ground in Manhattan and emotionally buried under layers of regret and grief between them.

“My…” the platinum-blonde’s voice hitched. “My love… it’s too late for me.” she whispered again, trembling under the weight of the truth she had refused to surrender. “I’m a villain; I’ve become a monster—one whose only way out is to end this once and for all.” She stared into Deanna’s desperate eyes. “Villains don’t get happy endings.”

“You aren’t a villain, Selena!” Deanna all but shouted. “Okay! So you’ve made mistakes. So what?! Life is messy, and it’s okay to feel lost. But jumping off this balcony won’t solve anything. It will just pass your pain to everyone left behind.”

There was a pause between them, but only for a moment as Deanna suddenly spoke. “Xander was forgiven for being a monster, remember? And Cid! And CHBK! And Syren a dozen times over! What about Regan? And Kelcey? And David? They were hated too and they were forgiven! You became a ‘bad-guy’… just become a ‘hero’ again!”

Another bitter laugh escaped the Snow Queen. “Just… become a ‘hero’ again.” She had to laugh at that. “And do what, Deanna? Get sent to the back of the line so I can ‘earn my way up’ again? Wait another year or two for another shot at the world title regardless of who I beat or being unbeaten for months? Beg the SCW Universe to forgive me just so they laugh at me and say ‘no’? Say things I don’t believe just to ‘get over’?” she shook her head. “I won’t do it. I can’t keep doing this cycle of trying and trying to undo it all for their sake… just to lose it all again at Rise. Just to fail you and the children again and again.”

“You didn’t fail us-“
“We both know I did!” It was Selena’s turn to shout at the redhead. “Elsianna is in a hospital because of ME! Because of what I’ve done! She said she’d rather have been left an orphan-“ the platinum-blonde’s breath hitched in her throat as tears finally stung her eyes.

“I know…” Deanna’s voice released its own small cry at the horrific memory. “But she’ll hate herself more – she’ll blame herself – if you do this, Selena.”
“My letter…”
“Do you think she’ll believe that?!” Deanna interjected sharply. “You think she’ll accept it? That David will? That Amiliah will? That I will?!”

Selena’s breath hitched as she, finally, allowed the stinging tears to fall, even turning her head to watch them run down her check before finally taking the journey that had been meant for her towards the streets below – like raindrops.

“Selena…” She heard another plea from Deanna, forcing the woman to look back at her.

“What do you want me to do then, Deanna?” she quietly asked her love. “Go back to the vicious cycle I’ve run for the last four years? The same routine? Tow the line? Do the work? Try and make things different just to fail because someone comes ‘out of retirement’ or starts giving a shit at the Flame? All while my children hate my existence more and more?”

There was another moment of silence as the hands remained held, one wanting to let go and the other refusing to let them.

“Give me a year.”

The command came from Deanna, shocking Selena out of her thoughts with its contents. “What?” the platinum-blonde asked.

“Please!” the redhead implored. “One year. From this date. One year to try and fix everything between you and Elsianna. One year for you to find a way to really – REALLY – find a way back from all of this. Or to find your ‘hero’ or whatever! One year to just… prepare us.” Deanna bit her lower lip. “Can you not give us that at least?”

It sounded preposterous. “You want me to go another year?” Selena asked, almost in sickness at the idea. “Another year of hate. Of endangering our children. Of the same damn cycle of SCW? The same pain? The same hatred? Another 12 months of work just to be denied, hated, and vilified! Have it all be for nothing? Ripped from my hands by the same kind of people – same kind of cowards?! You’re asking me to go through all of that… AGAIN?!”

“Yes I am!” Deanna replied without hesitation. “Because I won’t be locked in a house anymore! I won’t be unaware or forced away and you…” she eyed Selena lovingly, even squeezing her hand within her own. “You won’t have to face it all alone this time…”

A flicker of hope ignited in Selena’s heart, though she kept it tightly within her, not letting it win out. Again, she cast her gaze down to the streets below, contemplating the offer before her.

Oblivion or another year?
An end or 365 more days of the same vicious cycle?
Peace or a year of seeing her daughter hate her…

“You think you can help me fix things with Elsianna?” she finally asked, hearing a gasp from the other woman.
“I do.” Deanna implored, watching Selena who still eyed the far-away ground for several seconds.

A slow exhale came from the leaning woman before she finally turned back towards Deanna. “Then that’s it then.” Came the cold voice. “That’s all. If I…” she took a deep breath. “If I agree… then you stay out of my way. Because I won’t just ‘change’ for anyone, Deanna. I don’t even know how I could. If you…” she took a deep breath. “If you don’t let me go now… then I’m going to double down… triple down… on SCW. On finding someone to take me down. I’m going to be more of a villain. Because I will NOT give up that last belief! So if you pull me back here and now… then you leave me to my devices…” Sapphire eyes widened at a sudden realization. “Unless you want to be the one to stop me…”

Emerald eyes went wide at the idea, Deanna’s jaw trembling as well. “I…I…” she shook her head. “I’ll stay out of your way… for now.”

One last moment of silence between the two came, their shadows dancing across part of the balcony floor.

“One last question… What if nothing changes?” Selena asked one last question, earning a long inhale from Deanna.

“Then…” Deanna breathed. “Then, I will stand here with you again,” she finally replied, her voice as steady as the stone beneath their feet. “And this time… I’ll let you go.”

“Fine.” Selena breathed, the word tasting bittersweet on her tongue. “You’d better pull me back up.”

The words were barely out of her mouth before she heard a cry and her shoulder was nearly pulled out of its socket as she was yanked back towards the rail and into the desperate arms of Deanna. Despite it all – ‘everything’ – she still embraced the redhead back tightly, resting the woman’s head in the crook of her neck. She could feel the redhead sobbing in relief as she held tightly to the platinum-blonde’s lithe frame.

“I’ll figure it out.” She heard Deanna whisper in promise. “I’ll…I’ll fix everything. I swear it. Our story isn’t over yet.”

“I hope so…” Selena whispered back as she held her love tightly to her, sapphire eyes gazing one more time to the streets below.

My life literally depends on it…