Cold Memories [Newt]

Arctic Allure

Elsa's PoV
[A/N This is not Elsa like Frozen Elsa. I totally made up this character, named her after myself, realized I actually had the same birth surname as Iceman, and boom.]

I felt a breeze blow through the metal box, blowing stray pieces of paper around. I curled up and heard the sound of water freezing. I looked to see ice climbing across the metal walls and on the ceiling. Eventually the Box drew to a halt and the ceiling struggled and tried to open. I heard faint voices, drowned out by the ice. I ran to the corner and my hand formed a ball of ice. I looked around. Bobby was nowhere in sight. I heard the ice give way to the ceiling and the frozen cracks of it opening. I heard boys voices talking.
"Look!! The Box!!"
"Its frozen over!!"
"Has to be the Creators!!"
"Its Greenie month, guys!!"
"Well, they're probably frozen to bloody death!!!"
"Well, Newt, why don't you go check cause their could still be someone there!?"
I heard the slips on ice and I stepped back. Sparkly sounds echoed as I stepped back. I saw a boy stumble down. He had sandy blonde hair and was quite slim. As I stepped back, more sparkling sounds resounded around my heels, grasping the boys attention. His eyes shot in my direction. He looked at the ground where I left snowflake footsteps. When he looked up again, I threw the ball of ice. It hit his forehead and sent him tumbling to the ground. I grabbed him by his ankles and dragged him into the shadow. I covered my hand in ice and put it on his chest. It then occurred to me that I was actually sitting on his genetals. I was about to move when I saw his eyes blink open.

He stared up at me with his wonderful brown eyes. I felt like I could stare into them for eternity. I leaned over him. Then I felt something poking me in my area. Oh. Someone likes me!

Newt's PoV

I watched her perfect lips curl into a smile. She used a slender finger to pull her brown hair behind her ear. I opened my mouth to speak, when she leaned over me to put a slender finger on my lips, her breasts on my chest. I saw a look of shock on her face, then her lips curled into a sly grin. I realized why. I smiled back, then she brushed her lips across mine. I barely knew her, but this felt right. She grabbed my face in her hands and smacked her lips against mine. Her lips were cold as ice as she moved them like she'd done it millions of times before. I moved my hands down her arms to her waist. I heard Minho yelling at me from above the Box. We kept kissing, then we heard the sound of stumbling down the ice. She pulled away and we caught our breath. Minho shouted my name into the shadow, then pointed a flaming torch at us, exposing us both. The magical girl started crying at the sight of the torch. She made a snowball in her palm, then sent it catapulting at the torch flame, which was immediatly extinguished. Minho was in shock, when she made a glowing ice ball, illuminating the darkness.
"Well..." Minho stuttered, then a grin crawled across his face. "Did I... Disturb anything?"
"Kind of.." The girl said with her lips curling into that perfect smile. Then I looked up at her.
"I never got your name." I said simply.
"Elsa." She replied "Elsa Carrie Drake."