“To Frost House," I said."To Frost House," they echoed.We clunked mugs and drank, to the applause of a deep rumble of thunder.”
“Deep roots are not reached by the frost.”
“And then like thunder broke the frost,The chill wall fell, and morrowlessImmortal maid and man embraced,Their light and shadow mingling.”
“Nay, but prithee, with sprinkles 'pon it instead," I said solemnly, "and frosting of white.”
“Frost? What is frost' she demanded in glorious arrogance.”
“Me, I always wanted frost power.”“Frost power?”“Yeah.” Seth gestured dramatically toward my coffee table. “If we’re talking superhero abilities. If I had frost power, I could wave my hand, and suddenly that whole thing would be covered in ice.”“Not frost?”“Same difference.”“How would frost and/or ice power help you fight crime?”“Well, I don’t know that it would. But it’d be cool.”