The Horde Soldier | Catradora

Freaking Out The Neighborhood

Glimmer followed the ice trail to where Frosta was basically hiding from her.

She wanted to tell the girl that it's okay. That she isn't mad, and did the right thing by trying to freeze those bombs to keep them from destroying the warehouse. She wanted to tell her she'd been a hero, and what she did was what she needed to do.

And she would've, if it had been anyone else.

But she told Frosta to stay out of this. She told her that the bomb manufacturers were too much to deal with. She could've gotten killed, had Glimmer not gotten the ping that Frosta's oxygen rates were rapidly decreasing.

Any other Princess (as if that still exists) would've checked the perimeter first, and noticed the gas dispensers. They would've taken them out first, then proceed with destroying the bombs and becoming the hero.

But it definitely wasn't the case. Instead, Frosta charged in head first. She did everything without thinking, and almost at the expense of the people working there.

Yeah, the building was occupied, to make matters worse. That gas could've taken everyone out before Frosta ever realized, but Glimmer was there to help. But if she'd just stayed away, then someone else could've done the job. It's too dangerous out there to be as reckless as she's being.

Glimmer found where Frosta was sitting atop a random building, staring out at the setting sun. The poor girl shouldn't even still be here! It gives Glimmer chills to think about what almost happened.

"Is anyone hurt?" Frosta asked, looking away from her. Her voice sounded choked up, and she was definitely trying not to cry.

"No thanks to you," Glimmer stated. "A lot of people could've gotten hurt. You could've gotten really hurt. This could've all been avoided had you not jumped in headfirst. You should've taken your time."

"No, I know, I know," Frosta groaned, looking away from her. "I know, Ms. Fukuhara."

"Do you?" She raised an eyebrow, flying her suit closer to the young girl. "Do you really? Because if you knew, I don't think anyone would've been in danger. If you even half listened to me, you would know that scanning the perimeter is the first thing you do."

"No, no, no. No, that's not fair." Frosta stood up from the ledge she was sitting on and stood on the roof of the building, pointing a finger at her. "I told you that something was going on. But you didn't listen to me while it was happening! You never listen to me!"

Ouch. Okay, that one kind of hurt. Frosta doesn't know nearly all of the stuff that Glimmer does for her. She's backup without even needing to say anything. She has Frosta's location on at all times and everything.

"If you even cared, you'd actually be here.." Frosta looked away from the flying suit to look at the sunset.

That's partially Glimmer's fault. She was in Mystacore, chatting out some political stuff with Lonnie, when she got a ping that Frosta's heart rate dropped dangerously low. She sent a suit only, so she can see why Frosta may be skeptical at this point.

So, for some dramatic flair, she didn't say anything as she stepped out of the suit and onto the rooftop. She walked closer to Frosta as the girl took some steps back, clearly unprepared to see Iron Lady in the flesh.

"You say I don't listen to you?" Glimmer raised an eyebrow to get her point across. "Everyone told me I was insane for recruiting someone under the age of eighteen. I was wondering if they were right. But I listened to your reason for being a hero, and I knew I had to bring you on. That wouldn't have happened if I didn't listen. You'd still be wearing a onesie that you can't see out of."