The Twins of Fire and Ice

Chapter Twenty-Six

Nix scrambled around her room, struggling to do everything that needed doing. A knock sounded on her door. "Who is it?" she called out.

"Your sister, stupid. Can I come in?"

The young Frost sighed and replied yes, the sound of an opening door sounding a second later. "What the hell happened to this room?" Flamma asked.

Nix turned to look at her fully made-up Flame of a sister. She looked beautiful, really. The black dress she chose went with the inky streaks in her fiery hair. The neckline literally went to her neck, scooping past and curling around it instead of sleeves. The front was about half a foot shorter than the back of the dress, dark bow tied at her waist. She was wearing black stick heels that wrapped around her legs a bit, elevating her height several inches.

As stunning as her sister looked, Nix still groaned. "Sister, it isn't fair that you look that beautiful when I'm still stuck in my nightgown."

Flamma snickered. "One, I'll take that as a compliment. Two, you still look nice in a nightgown. And three, for stars' sake, let me help you!"

A breathless laugh escaped the colder sibling, making the warmer one grin. "Fine. I can't seem to find the heels I bought with this dress. Find them while I take a shower, will you?"

"I'm not your maid!" Flamma shouted after her. "But I'll help because you're my sister!"

"Whatever lets you sleep better at night," Nix called back.

She ducked into the room laughing just in time to dodge whatever projectile that Flamma had thrown at her sister.

Swiftly taking off her clothes and slipping into the shower, she put the temperature on scalding, knowing that she had to be ready for whatever would come next. 

The shower didn't take long, and when she got out with wet hair and a towel wrapped around her, Flamma was standing proudly next to a light blue dress and matching heels.

Nix grinned in relief. "Sister, you are a goddess."

"I know," Flamma said smugly. "Come over here; I'll dry your hair. Can't have you ruining this perfectly good dress with wet hair."

The triple-element Rider giggled at her double-element sister and came to a stop in front of her, turning around so that she had easier access to her hair.

Humming a soft, wordless tune Flamma brushed her fingers through Nix's hair for the most efficient way of drying it. It only took a few minutes before she was done.

"Annnnnnddddd. . . DONE! Now put your dress on! I want to see you before Jaydon steals you away for the rest of the night."

The way she said that made Nix's cheeks go rosy with both embarrassment and shame. She never told her sister that he had asked her to the dance. She had to find out via Phantasma. "Flamma-"

"No, no. I understand. You were under pressure to do whatever it was that you are going to do for the performance and forgot to tell me after whenever it was that he asked you."

"He asked me to go to the dance with him the day before we left, so I didn't have time. I'm sorry that you had to find out via the most-horrible-person-to-ever-exist."

Flamma chuckled at that, then gently nudged her sister. "It's alright. Go. Put on your dress before I have to put it on you!"

Nix laughed and snatched her dress with the heels, skittering to the bathroom to put her clothes on.

A few minutes later and Nix had her dress and shoes on, and she timidly walked out the door, where Flamma had frozen in shock. "Oh. Nixie, you look amazing! Poor Jaydon will fall over when he sees you."

Nix glanced around and went to the largest mirror, freezing with her air caught in her throat at the sight in front of her. There was no way the girl- no, woman- in front of her was her.

The woman in the mirror was stunning, her cheeks a rosy color that contrasted with her white hair that had streaks of silver and tips of teal. The wavy locks drifted peacefully around her face, and one of the strands was partially covering the woman's brilliant blue eyes.

The dress the woman herself was wearing was a modest one that showed off her body in a very subtle way. The top part was simple, but it was covered in dozens of silver snowflakes and swirls that parted in the somewhat in the middle. The rest of the dress was soft and flowed calmly, tips of the dress coming out wispy and ethereal. The heels had sticks like Flamma's although they were a bit more simple.

Nix was still frozen and staring at her reflection when Flamma slipped next to her and stared at herself at the same time. Together, the sisters looked beautiful, but deadly somehow, as if it were their beauty that could kill. The colors of their hair and dresses matched and contrasted, oddly enough. It made them look like a pair of matching razor blades.

Flamma turned her head and grinned at her sister, practically vibrating with excitement. "Nixie, we both look amazing. Now come on, let's go to the dance!"

That snapped her out of her reverie. "I still don't understand why the dance is starting in the morning. Aren't they supposed to start in the evening?" Nix asked as they looped their arms together.

Flamma shrugged. "It's because of the performances, I think. But who cares! You shouldn't keep Jaydon waiting, either."

Nix chuckled, following her sister out the door and through a hallway, unaware that at that very moment, a figure was staring after them, it's eyes scanning every part of them, or more specifically, her.

Sometimes ignorance isn't exactly bliss.