“To feel a warm summer's breeze...”
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"Time..." Victor spoke in a cold whisper, his tone sunken low and all hope seemingly torn away from him. "I need more time..."
He had frozen his beloved some time ago. Her body was fighting a disease, a war it had no chance of winning. But perhaps, just maybe, he could save her.
"I am." Victor responded in a cold, almost harsh, manner.
"What of it, Clown?"
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"In those days now long gone, when I was just a young man so full of nervous anxiety, you were always there for me. A hand to hold. A friend to confide in. A lover to cherish. You are my world, Nora. I cannot lose you. I will save you."
"Pain. The memories I hold of you, the feelings they stir up in me... Nothing but pain. I know, I promised you that I would not dream. I swore to you that my hopes would not get the better of me. But Nora, sweet Nora, I'm afraid they have once again gotten the better of me."
He narrowed his eyes, a scowl now forming upon his features as he glared at the girl.
"And what more would I have to share with you? Why should I say anymore?"
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He rolled his eyes, a light chuckle escaping him at her strange nature. Freeze wasn't one for dealing in drugs but he knew why she'd question him.
"It's something Nora used to do," he replied, "Whenever she felt ill with stomach pains. It helps, makes you feel better."
Mr. Freeze offers the young lady some peppermint leaves, a warm smile upon his features as he hands the small bush of leaves to her.
"Chew or even sniff on these. It'll fix you right up."
With a hiss and a few gasping noises Victor's suit released his frame. The pale, almost blue skinned, man stepped out of it, his bare feet touching down in the frozen floor of his latest hideout.
The building was on the outskirts of Gotham, to the south east of the city, near a–
–frozen in time for only him to see.
He smiled softly, his eyes gazing over her with admiration as he took hold of a small handheld TV. He turned it on and flicked the channels until he found a movie for them both to watch, Fries then spent the night watching television with his–
"I find myself, on the darkest of nights, craving only a few simple things... Her hand, in mine. Her warm touch and a gentle whisper in my ear; sweet nothings from the woman I love..."
The mere mention of his wife brought pain to Victor's heart and a mild rage built-up within him. His very core erupting with a cold blizzard of hatred for humanity and the situation he and his wife found themselves in. But, being the cool guy that he was, he waved these emotions–
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"Memories. They're painful and yet they bring me a strange sense of joy as I reminisce about our time together, when the days were warmer..."
Silence fell for a brief moment, the cold radiating from Fries and his suit made the air around them frigid and uncomfortable for all but him.
"A window." He replied, in a dark and almost robotic voice. Not wishing to pay much attention to this 'Riddle Man.'
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