Deanna Frost Fatal Fortunes Roleplays

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OOC: Takes place following Selena's first roleplay.

Frost No More

“What Lingers After”

Eyrie Tower
New York City, New York
December 23rd, 2025
2:41am

Sleep refused to come. Hardly surprising.

Deanna lay on her side, staring at the faint glow bleeding in through the crack in the drawn curtains covering the floor-to-ceiling windows. She could hear so much of the city below – the city that never sleeps – Just like me...

If she strained her senses to focus on her hearing, she could make out the sounds of a helicopter humming somewhere and an airplane flying in another direction...

The ever-present heartbeat of New York whispering that the world did not pause simply because hers felt cracked and tender.

Quietly, Deanna shifted for the third time in as many minutes, feeling the soft silk of the sheets beneath her bare legs, matching the soft silk of her green nightgown. Beside her, Selena lay rigid on her back, arms folded loosely across her chest, platinum hair fanned against the pillow like spilled moonlight. If she was asleep, it was the lightest version of it...

Deanna knew better. If she’s asleep, them I’m Dexter Grant... She quietly scoffed at the idea. She could never be someone like that. The man had a silver-tongue that rivalled Selena but a yellow-streak that disgusted the redhead.

Oberon was curled at the foot of the bed, a warm, white heap of fur that further kept Deanna’s feet warm, which she was grateful for. His breathing slow and steady. Even Midna, usually nocturnal and opinionated, was asleep, tucked away somewhere in the shadows of Elsianna’s room, watching her as if she knew what all had happened.

What had happened....
Almost lost again...

Elsianna was asleep down the hall. Safe and sound with her family. She had let Deanna take her up and take her home, Selena saying little more after her confession other than hailing a taxi to take them back to the Castle Suite. Exhaustion had won where reason and emotion had battled for hours and had the eldest Frost child had immediately taken a hot shower and gone to bed. Deanna had stood in the doorway longer than necessary during the last part, watching the slow, even rise and fall of her daughter’s chest. The sight had loosened something in her ribs she hadn’t realized was clenched so tightly.

Your family is safe...

And yet, Deanna felt anything but settled. She rolled onto her back, one arm draped over her eyes as if she could block out the rampant thoughts tunnelling through her mind.

The Forever Home lingered there like a ghost that refused to stay buried. The smell of cold wood and dust. The way Elsianna had wrapped herself in that blanket, small and fierce and heartbreakingly tired. The way Selena had knelt, stripped of every title she wore like armour, and those words...

“If being right costs me you…” Deanna swallowed.

She had spent so many years believing she understood Selena—her drive, her certainty, her need to control the narrative before it controlled her. But tonight had peeled back something raw and human. Something terrified of loss. Something that finally, finally admitted uncertainty.

It was her... Deanna’s heart skipped a beat. I know it was... I saw what I saw...

Deanna turned her head, studying Selena in the dim light.

She looked older when she slept like this. Not weaker — never that. Not even a beating from Xander F’N Valentine could entirely strip away Selena’s strength — but worn. Lines at the corners of her eyes, the multiple scars that raced across her bag and sides, the jaw that was always set so firmly now slackened... as if even her bones were tired of holding themselves together.

We never should have divorced…

The thought returned again, unwelcome and undeniable. Divorce hadn’t been a single moment or a single betrayal. It had been erosion. Choices made with the best of intentions. Silence defended as strength. Experience meaning wisdom and inexperience meaning ignorance as a form of ‘logic’. Both of them pushing their will on the other, hoping for support and conformity (even unknowingly) until one side broke.

And yet here they were again, sharing a bed again...

Nothing that is broken can’t be fixed...
Unless it’s broken to a thousand pieces strewn over the NYC road... Tick tock... mocked the voice.

Deanna exhaled slowly and reached out, fingertips brushing Selena’s forearm, feeling the familiar softness of the Snow Queen’s magenta nightgown – Selena’s favourite. She felt the older woman stir, just slightly.

“You awake?” Deanna whispered, already knowing the answer.
A pause. Then a quiet, “Yeah.”

The word carried no edge. No sarcasm or annoyance.

“Me too,” Deanna murmured, a faint, humorless smile touching her lips. “Shocking, I know.”

Selena huffed softly—half a laugh, half a breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding. She turned her head, blue eyes catching the dim citylight.

“She sleeping?” Selena asked.
“Yes,” Deanna replied. “All of them are.”
“Good.”

They fell into silence again, but it was different now. This time, they were sharing it knowingly. Deanna kept her hand where it was, feeling the steady warmth beneath Selena’s arm through the fabric.

“I keep replaying it,” Selena said eventually, whispering though she really didn’t have to. “The look on her face.”

Deanna nodded even though Selena couldn’t see it. “She’s dealt with so much.”
“That shouldn’t be her burden.”
“No,” Deanna agreed softly. “It shouldn’t.”

Selena’s fingers twitched, then slowly reached up to curl around Deanna’s hand. The grip wasn’t tight, but it was deliberate.

“I...” she seemed unsure of what to say, or perhaps if she should say it. “I don’t know how to fix this,” Selena admitted.

Which was fine with the redhead, because her next confession was on equal, uncertain, ground. “Neither do I.”

Another silence. One Deanna refused to let linger. “We’ll figure it out.” she added after a moment. “We always do. Even when we break things first.”

Selena let out a breath that sounded suspiciously like relief. She turned slightly onto her side, facing Deanna now. Their foreheads nearly touched.

“You were incredible tonight.” Selena said quietly. “With her. With all of them.”
Deanna shook her head faintly. “I yelled.”
“You listened,” Selena corrected. “There’s a difference.”
Deanna smiled at that, small and tired. “You did too.”
Selena’s lips curved, just barely. “Don’t get used to it.”

“Never,” Deanna replied, matching the smile.
“I am still the villain, after all.” Selena whispered in the dark.

Deanna chose to ignore that last remark. Instead, she shifted closer, resting her head against Selena’s shoulder. This time, she didn’t overthink it. Selena’s arm came around her naturally, as if muscle memory had been waiting patiently to act. Sleep still hovered just out of reach, but the tossing stopped. The night no longer felt quite so sharp.

They both knew what was next. Tomorrow would bring conversations. Consequences. Choices.

But for now...
For this late, quiet hour...
They were here.

Together.


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So… where do we start?

Believe me, gritters, I wish I could go on and on in this promo thanking all of you for the support and belief. I wish I could take a moment – even a second – to celebrate with all of you. Because you deserve that!

You deserve to be recognized for your work in all of this. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: None of this that I have done would have been possible without all of you! You’ve helped me grow and learn and adapt and move on and get over so many things that have held me back for so long. And now? I’m standing before you as the new SCW Adrenaline Champion!

I want to stop for a second and let that soak in. I want to stop for a moment and just let it all hit me – how far we’ve come. What we’ve overcome. The journey travelled....

But I can’t...

I can’t do that, gritters. I can’t do that because there isn’t any time to do that. While some people may think that winning the Adrenaline title was the ‘goal’ and that, now that I’ve accomplished it, I can ease up on the throttle, those same people have been the ones thinking ill of me and my journey this whole time. Those same people want to take shortcuts and make declarations they can’t keep and force SCW o conform to ‘their ways’.

That’s not what’s happening here. The reason I cannot really savour this moment is because this title doesn’t just make a statement on our journey, gritters, but it raises the stakes on EVERY match going forward for us!

Because not only do we still have one more match in the round-robin of the Shot of Adrenaline tournament, we have Fatal Fortunes!

Two nights, SCW Universe! Two nights where, quite literally, anything can happen! Two nights where every championship MUST be defended, which means that I will be defending the SCW Adrenaline title on my first (or second) show as SCW Adrenaline Champion!

A defence where I am going in with no knowledge of who I am facing.  From Cid Turner to Gavin Taylor, it could be literally anyone or more than one person. Same with the type of match. All variable are unknown to me. I couldn’t be diving into darker, more unknown waters...

So I say we do what we always do with these kind of waters and friggin’ cannonball!

Because I could just do what the former champion would do and spout off five or six or seven or eight ‘theories’ of “This will happen! This will be said! This will be done!” and then act all high-and-mighty when one of those events actually happen. “Oh! Look at me! I predicted it! I’m so smart!”

Yeah, so smart and yet who’s the Adrenaline Champion?

I could do that and list off every opponent I could potentially face... or... I could just not care about ‘predictions’ or ‘theories’ or what arrogant ‘know-it-alls’ say and just be me and be honest, even if that plays right into their hands.

Cause yes! I intend to defend this championship with all I have! Just like Grant predicted. Yes! I intend to retain this championship through hard work and overcoming the odds – words that Grant predicted! Know why? And no, it’s not because Grant says so and it’s not because of some conspiracy.

I’m doing it because that’s what CHAMPIONS do!

That’s what people who believe in the division they represent are supposed to do! That’s why this place is called SUPREME Championship Wrestling! Cause we are the best! We are the peak of professional wrestling! We are the example of hard work, passion, and heart and, yes, grit! And if that mindset makes me boring or predictable or something that Grant can ‘list off’ in a never-ending spiel of predictions?

Then call me all of that! Because I rather be a boring, predictable champion that lives by those ideals than a loudmouth theorist that needs an ‘out’ for every match other than earning it!

I earned this championship. WE earned this championship, SCW Universe, and I will be damned if it ends at Fatal Fortunes. I will be damned if this championship slips out of the Shot of Adrenaline Tournament! I don’t want to think about ‘what could happen’ for my match outside of the title defence. I don’t want to think about what could happen when I am ‘the challenger’ and not ‘the champion’ for my name being drawn.

Because my mind and my heart, just like when Trios came around, isn’t in it. Where those things are is with this title. With keeping this title. With keeping the Shot of Adrenaline Tournament as the forefront of focus for SCW! Where this division is on the lips and minds of all the fans of SCW!  And there is no tournament without this title! It’s in the damn name!

Because I want to show SCW and the world what this title could be. For too long, we’ve had a champion that needed ‘specialty matches’ that only favoured him. Too long, we’ve had a champion that needed his follower to nab him point and victories. A champion that tired to make deals and weasel out of matches. That tried to buried talent that deserved to hold this title as much, and in many cases more, than he did!

No more! Say it with me, gritters: No more!

Yes! I am nervous! Yes, I am scared of blowing this whole thing by fumbling the ball just when I made the game-winning catch! Yes! I am worried about pressure on me of keeping this title in the tournament when anyone – literally anyone outside of it – could take it away and keep it from the semifinals, where it deserves to be! But like I said – we are canon-balling into this, guys, and if you’re jumping, I’m jumping with you!

Because these two nights – whether it’s one match a night or I do a twofer during one, it is an opportunity! Dexter Grant likes to ‘predict’ and ‘twist’ and ‘mold’ things to his whim and narrative! I say, SCW, that we show them the REAL Adrenaline division! I saw we remind everyone in the tournament, whether they are still involved or eliminated – hell, EVERYONE in the division and EVERYONE eyeing this title – what it can be! I say we show a division, a championship, that’s earned the name “Adrenaline” and give a hard-hitting, high-octane match that redefines the division! That states loud and clear that the champion is here because they are the best of this division! I say we shatter the reality that Grant has built for himself and SCREW HIS THEORIES and we make a division that he can predict until he’s friggin’ Nostradamus and STILL can’t do anything about it!

Fatal Fortunes, SCW! There could be new champions! New contenders! The landscape of SCW will be changed. But in here in the Adrenaline? It will be for the better! It will be what Adrenaline stands for! Hard-hitting, heart-pounding, give-it-your-all and fight till your last breath!

My name is Deanna Frost! I am the SCW Adrenaline Champion! And at Fatal Fortunes, with TWO matches on my plate...

I will defend!
I will retain!
I will fight!

And in every way, I will REPRESENT the SCW Adrenaline division! Whether that’s ‘predictable’ or not!

Checkmate, bitches!