Below are the 10 most recent journal entries recorded in frost_muse's LiveJournal:

Saturday, July 31st, 2004
11:49 am	What is your weapon of choice? All I need is my mind. Of course, my recent diamond mutation has made my body rather useful as well, but I've always preferred to work telepathically. I have used guns and other weaponry in the past, but I rarely, if ever, need them. Current Mood: bored (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Sunday, July 4th, 2004
10:27 pm	Living forever means simply refusing to actually die. I've died three times in my life. The first time was about two years ago, when that idiot Donald Pierce teleported to one of my parties along with several sentinels. When a sentinel blast hit me, everyone thought I was dead--my body even had the privilage of being possessed by darling Jean. But I survived, thanks to a short circuit in the mansion and the close proximity of Bobby Drake. I died again a few months ago, trapped underneath several tons of rubble, my most promising student bleeding to death in my arms. I should have died then. For a long time I thought I had, but my body pulled through. The third time was only a few short weeks ago, when I was shattered so prettily on my bedroom floor. Thanks to Hank's tireless efforts (efforts for which I'm still unutterably grateful for) and Jean showing off her telekinetic ability, I came back to life once more. Look at bloody Jean. Or Madelyne Pryor, or Sam Guthrie, or Scott for that matter. Death is just one more enemy to be beaten. Emma Frost aka White Queen X-men comics Current Mood: contemplative (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Saturday, June 26th, 2004
11:47 pm	Commitment Are we talking the romantic kind? *snort* Please. The closest thing I've ever had to any sort of romantic commitment was with Sebastian Shaw--and that was solely because we were ruling the world together. That kind of activity requires at least an iota of trust on each side if you're going to be successful. I have yet to see a strong romantic commitment that doesn't end with pain and embarrassing photographs. And, trust me, even if a couple seems perfect and blissfully happy, at least one of them is *thinking* about betrayal of some sort. I'm committed to survival. I'm committed to ensuring that my students survive. And, whether others choose to believe so or not, I'm committed to helping mutants. Anyway I can Current Mood: annoyed (Comment on this)
12:27 pm	What do you most regret losing? It's a modest graveyard, really only a grassy knoll. Emma doesn't read the gravestones as she walks past them--she knows them all by heart: here are the Hellions, clustered in the center of the yard, the first ones to be buried here; there is Everett, near the front gate; there are the Genoshan students that did not have families or parents of their own to bury them. She digs the graves of Esme, Sophie and Angelo herself. It's hard work, but she doesn't want a stranger to do it for her. This is her grief, her mistakes, her guilt; she's not going to stand by and watch while someone else gets their hands dirty putting their bodies in the ground. She failed to teach them well enough to survive. She owes them this much. They look so small in those coffins, frail and gray and childlike. They were so close to adulthood, so close to growing fully into themselves--and they would have been powerful. Esme and Sophie were the smartest, most talented, most ambitious of their sisters, which of course lead to both their deaths. The rest of the Stepford Cuckoos refuse to speak to her, although they agreed to let her bury their sisters here. Emma wonders where the Cuckoos will go now. She wonders how much time will pass before she has to bury their bodies beside Esme and Sophie. Jubilee refuses to tell Emma how the Church of Humanity captured Angelo and her, but Emma can guess. The images appear, unbidden, in her dreams almost every night: The frightened screams, the swarming soldiers, the fear and pain they must have born on those crosses. Crucifixion. It's one of the most painful deaths possible. Angelo never seemed to take his studies, his powers, seriously enough. Emma was always trying to push him, clashing with him, always acting the stern headmistress and never the friendly mentor. She could have prevented his death, somehow. If she had made him focus more on skilled hand-to-hand, or ways to escape from bad situations, or if she had even heard his plees, come to his aid when the Church kidnapped them.... There's always a way she *could* have saved lives. There's always a new way for her to fail. Emma stands over their tombstones until sundown. She wants to cry, wants to feel salty wetness sliding down her cheeks, wants to sob and wail and scream, but nothing comes out. There's a constricted feeling in her chest, much like the feeling of being crushed under several tons of wreckage before feeling herself turn to diamond. She doesn't cry. Once twilight hits, she turns around, walking back through her gallery of ghosts, getting back into her expensive car and driving back to Xavier's. The next morning she will test her students on their powers, she will quiz them on symbolism in Dickens, she will suitably punish those that have yet to come to terms with the school's strict rules. Her students will grumble and complain about the 'Bitch Queen;' they will shrug off most of her lessons and focus on more entertaining subjects. She will glare and speak in the tone of voice that makes her enemies wilt and shake, never letting them see beyond her strict punishments and cruel tests. And wonder who will be the next one she'll lose. Current Mood: blank (Comment on this)
Wednesday, June 9th, 2004
10:42 pm	Catching Up ( Who is your personal role model? ) ( What would constitute a  ) ( If you could invent a holiday, what and when would it be? What special traditions would take place on that day? ) ( What's a typical day for you? ) ( OOC note ) Current Mood: apathetic (Comment on this)
Friday, April 23rd, 2004
10:25 pm	What's better: democracy or monarchy? Monarchy, of course. Really, do you even have to ask? Current Mood: amused (Comment on this)
Friday, April 16th, 2004
10:45 pm	If you could live anywhere, where would you and why? Oh, location is so dreadfully boring. I rarely get attached to places; people, on occasion, but not points on a map. There have been few places that I have developed any particular interest in. Certain neighborhoods in Boston and New York, I suppose, and certain areas of Europe that I visited as a child.... And Genosha. *pause* I... enjoyed myself, for the short time I was there. It really was a beautiful country, I didn't have to deal with the imbecilic primates that attempt to run the country I'm in now, and my students were definitely the brightest and most promising I've ever had. I was happier there, more at peace than I'd been for quite a long time. Oh, it's true that there was that whole 'Magneto turning into a scary dictator' debacle, but frankly, I was in no danger: that man is so easy to manipulate; always has been. He's too easy. Huge pity that Xavier's twin sister had to go and blow it all up. *sigh* And now Xavier, ever the bleeding heart, is attempting to rebuild it. Is he mad? That island has been through enough heartache to last it for several millenia; will we never learn to just leave it alone and hope no one is stupid enough to repopulate it? But I digress. Back to the question: Well, really I'm quite happy where I am. Headmistress, after all, is not a position one just passes by; also, the food is decent, the students are (for the most part) intelligent, and when deranged megalomaniacs aren't trying to kill us all it's actually rather pleasant around here. Current Mood: contemplative (10 Comments |Comment on this)
2:41 am	Note to self: Find out where Logan keeps his alcohol supply. I know it's somewhere in this gigantic house. God. Insomnia again. Bloody wonderful. I haven't had a good night's sleep for weeks, since before that fatiguing riot. Of course, it's debatable whether I've had a good night's sleep since Genosha; depends completely on one's definition of 'good night's sleep.' Personally, I find I'm able to function just fine on two or three hours a night. Or maybe I just force myself to function 'just fine.' I could really use a stiff drink right now. Preferably not alone, but the odds of my finding someone in this mansion who's willing to even hold polite conversation, let alone get drunk, with me are slim. *snort* Most of them are still acting righteous and horrified over my supposed seduction of Scott. *eyeroll* *fidgets* I'm feeling chatty tonight, which is inconvenient seeing as, like I mentioned above, there are so few people on the premises whom I can talk to. Logan's accompanying Xavier on his fanciful Quixotic mission in Genosha; Hank's holed up in his lab. I have no idea what he's doing, but I hate to interrupt him--I wouldn't want to be responsible for losing the cure for cancer or the equation for nuclear fusion if I distract him. And then there's Scott. *long pause* Suffice it to say that I... don't particularly feel like thinking about or talking to him at the moment. Oh, bloody hell. I need to stop this habit of wandering the grounds in the dead of night. I'm going back to my room; maybe I can devise some way of telepathically tricking myself into falling asleep. Current Mood: tired (Comment on this)
Saturday, April 10th, 2004
10:20 pm	Oddest gift The oddest gift... I'm tempted to say the stocks in father's company that he gave me for my fifth birthday, although after the third time he repeated this gift it ceased to be odd and merely seemed ordinary, regular. Yet another thrilling staple in the life of the middle daughter of a business tycoon. Then, of course there was the only time Jubilation Lee ever gave me a Christmas present. She made it herself, I believe; it was some sort of amalgam of papier mache, popsicle sticks, and white yarn. I think it was supposed to be me--it was wearing a crude white felt corset, anyway. Though she denies it, I think she was giving it to me in order to escape punishment for her latest jinx, since I have never received a Christmas present from her before or since. With any mutant, you would think the oddest gift immediately coming to mind would be their mutation. I disagree with this view. For me, my mutations (both of them), my powers, were not gifts but things to be taken. While I certainly didn't ask for telepathy, once it came to me I had a choice: shove it away, pretend it didn't exist, take the supposedly 'noble' route and refuse to use it on other human beings, or use it to my advantage. I chose the latter option, obviously. It was much the same when a second mutation came to me in the disastrous ruins of Genosha. Trapped under my collapsed classroom, the body of my most promising student bleeding in my arms, I felt the ability to save my life dwelling inside me, and the thought of Jean Grey, Xavier or any of those condescending imbeciles simpering over my grave was horrifying enough to make me take it. But it was no gift. I passively received neither it nor my telepathy; indeed, there are few things in my life that I've allowed people to give to me, rather than taking them first. Current Mood: bored (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Friday, April 9th, 2004
11:12 pm	I suppose you people want me to make some kind of introduction. Most of you have probably already heard of me, what with all the scandalizing media attention the X-men have invoked lately, but I will indulge you anyway. My name is Emma Frost (Ms. Frost if you happen to be a student), and recently I joined Xavier's little band of idealistic renegades called the X-men, though I'm quite happy to report I don't share most of their naive scruples and hypocritical ideologies. My interest is in protecting, teaching, and helping my students, and in ensuring the survival of mutantkind. Let the rest of this merry band worry about world peace and saving humanity from its own stupidity. I am a teacher by profession; formerly the White Queen of the New York branch of the Hellfire Club, chairwoman and CEO of Frost Enterprises, and Headmistress of Xavier's School for the Gifted in Massachusetts. I am also one of the most dangerous telepaths on the planet, and have recently developed the ability to transform my skin into organic, indestructible diamond at will. Hurt my students, hurt the few whom I consider friends, and you will find that there is a reason I used to be one of the most feared and powerful women in the country--and the only reason that fear has abated slightly is because I'm supposedly batting for the 'good guys' now. [x-posted to theatrical_muse] (Comment on this)