Ice Queen

Twelve

Mitch's POV

 I wanted to go further with Kirstie.

 There, I said it.

 But we couldn't. We would never be able to have a child, or even get married for that matter. I could barely touch her without losing control of my powers. It wasn't fair. But she couldn't love a mortal, either. So it didn't really matter what we did. The only way would be for me to convert to a Winter Elemental, and I'm pretty sure that's not possible.

Of course, I fall in love with my best friend and we can't even do anything. "Kirstie?" I whispered. She was sound asleep. I wanted to sleep too. I wanted to hold her close and kiss her on her head and close my eyes. But I wondered if my powers would go out of control when I slept. Like, would I end up shocking us? She was cold, but she was always cold, so there wasn't really a way to tell. 

I kissed her on the cheek and untangled myself from her. I would just go sleep on the couch. That was fine.

Kirstie's POV 

When I woke up, Mitch wasn't there. I frowned and got up. Where had he gone? I walked into the living room and saw him on the couch. He must've left when I fell asleep. I sighed and went back into my own bedroom, feeling sort of bored. I made frost patterns on the blankets for a while, but got bored with that, too.

I wished Mitch and I could do something. More than what we already had. But he lost control as soon as he got too happy. Maybe when he was a two- or three-year, we could go further, since only anger or sadness would trigger his powers once he was that old. But... a whole year, or maybe even two? I didn't want to wait that long. 

"Kirstie?" Mitch asked from the doorway, snapping me out of my thoughts.

"Oh, sorry. Did I wake you?" 

"No, no. Is something wrong? You look sad."

"Oh..." I debated whether or not I should tell him. Would he think I was going too fast? "I just... I want..." I stuttered. God, how could I even say this? I took a deep breath and began again, "I want to feel you, Mitch. I want to explore, and I just want... you. But we can't." 

"I want you too, Kirstie." He said. He came over and sat next to me, wrapping his arms around me. "I think about it all the time. I thought about it even in the Den, thought that maybe we could throw our cares away and just... feel each other. But I knew you wouldn't want to. And now we just can't."

I felt tears dripping from my eyes. They fell onto his bare chest, and I felt him tilt my head up. "Hey, don't cry." He murmured, running his thumb over my cheek to get rid of the tears. 

I didn't even mean to cry.

Wait, why didn't they freeze to my skin? 

I didn't feel the burning. So I couldn't be melting...

"Mitch, touch me." I said. 

"What?"

"My arm, doofus." I said, rolling my eyes. He grabbed my bicep and recoiled in shock. 

"You're... warm."

"I have to go call Zima."