The Ice Queen (girl x girl)

Chapter 4

Charlotte stared at herself in the mirror. Over the years she had grown to become someone she didn't really recognize.

She remembered when she was a child her mother used to tell her how beautiful her eyes were. As a little girl, her eyes held a myriad of colors. Specks of blue and hazel were splattered across a green canvas.

She missed the happiness she felt as a child. Maybe one day it would be restored.

"No stop!" A small girl was sitting crouched on the hard, cold tile of a school hallway. Tears streamed her face as she desperately tried to wipe them away.

"Go back to where you came from beaner."

"You don't belong here."

"You sound like a retard."

As a young Charlotte was on her way out of school, she spotted a group of girls surrounding something on the floor. On further investigation, it turned out to be someone, not something.

Upon seeing this, rage immediately filled her and she stormed up to the group of girls.

"Leave her alone!" Charlotte yelled at them.

The girl who seemed to be the leader of the three spoke up. "Or what?"

Charlotte scoffed. She looked down at the girl and gave her a warm smile. The girl in return mustered up one as well. It was a small smile, but it was enough for Charlotte to see how pretty the girl really was, even as a crying mess.

Her gaze returned to the bully. "The only reason you're picking on her is because she's way prettier than you and you're jealous. Besides her accent is really cute and different. I also bet you can't speak two languages which also means that she's uber smart."

The bully looked at her in a bit of a star struck expression which quickly turned to annoyance. "W-whatever. Let's go girls."

Charlotte waited until the girls were a good distance away before returning her gaze back to the girl sitting on the floor.

Her eyes were red and puffy, her hair a bit disheveled and messy, but she still looked ethereal.

Charlotte stuck her hand out and waited for the girl to grab it.

The girl stared the hand for a moment, contemplating, before sniffling and grabbing it, pulling herself up.

"They won't bother you again." Charlotte said with a bright smile.

"How are you so sure?" The girl asked with questioning eyes. Her accent very prominent, but alluring.

Charlotte just smiled again. "Because you'll have me." Her tone full of confidence and reassure.

The girl stared at her for a while, a blank expression on her face, until finally a huge grin broke out across her lips, her front two teeth missing. She lunged forward and enveloped Charlotte in a tight embrace. She began to sob again into the other brunette's neck.

"Why are you crying? They're gone now." A confused Charlotte asked.

She heard a muffled giggle. The girl pulled her head out of the brunette's neck and stared into her deep green eyes. The green eyed girls arms were still wrapped around the stranger's waist, and the girl's around Charlotte's neck. Neither girl however, minded the close proximity.

"I'm not crying because of them, silly. They're tears of happiness. I'm happy because I have you now." A sweet smile etched on her lips. It seemed as if nothing could never penetrate that smile. That smile was permanent, all because of Charlotte.

Charlotte grinned from ear to ear. "I'm Charlotte."

The girl easily returned the smile. "Cindy."

They had met when they were only seven. Little first graders who didn't have a care in the world.

Cindy had moved from Spain in the middle of that year, and quickly became an outsider because of the white prominent neighborhood they inhabited.

Her accent was usually the target of all their taunts, but Charlotte always thought it was beautiful and unique.

Over the years, Cindy trained herself out of her accent, improving her english until it was practically perfect. But every once in a while, her accent would slip out whenever she was angry or drunk.

Charlotte smiled at the old memory. So much had changed since then, but at the same time things were still identical. They were still together. That would never change.

A knock at the door shook Charlotte out of her daydream.

"Char, food's ready." The brunette heard through the door.

She didn't answer, only waited a moment before opening the door, but once she opened it she was faced with worried Cindy.

For the first time Charlotte really looked at Cindy. Like really looked at her. They saw each other practically everyday, but Charlotte hadn't noticed the way Cindy had matured:

Her then chubby cheeks were now hollowed and slender, her jaw defined, but still feminine, and her body had grown into its full and curvy form.

Cindy was truly the most beautiful girl Charlotte had ever seen, and she was realizing it now.

The green eyed girl stood there, mouth slightly agape in realization.

Then she did what neither girl expected.

She lunged forward and enveloped the other girl in an embrace.

Her arms snaked around Cindy's small waist, and her face found refuge in the other girl's neck, similar to the first embrace they shared, but the roles reversed.

The other brunette's arms instinctively slung around Charlotte's neck, and her hand rested on the back of her friend's head, pulling her closer.

This was an oddity.

Charlotte rarely gave anyone physical affection.

In fact she never expressed affection, ever.

Cindy was always the affectionate one. She would kiss Charlotte's cheek, hug her from behind, spoon her when they were sharing a bed, but Charlotte never reciprocated it. She hadn't reciprocated it since she was little.

This was probably the first time Charlotte had hugged anyone in years, and honestly, Cindy was terrified.

She knew that Charlotte hated physical contact with anybody. Cindy was the only person who was basically allowed to physically touch her, and sometimes Charlotte still flinched when she did.

Charlotte herself didn't know why she did it, but she knew one thing for sure.

She was warm and safe in Cindy's arms, and no one could hurt her here.