H.W. & Felicity || Earth-49
H.W. Felicity wasnât sure how long she had been hanging on Frostâs ice wall, left for death or whatever came after that, but the former hacker was definitely glad to be taken back to her cell --- and even though she was sure that this feeling of relief would soon meet its end, the brunette curled up in a corner of the room and pulled together as much of her tattered clothing as she could for warm. As she closed her eyes she wondered if it would be easier to tell Frost who the father of her unborn child was or if that would only mean her death in the end because that was who the Ice Queen intended to marry in the future. Beads of sweat and blood continued to trail down her face as her hands protected her swollen belly, the sweat being from a fever that sheâd produced after being on the wall of ice for so long. Sheâd almost forgotten about how miserable she was until she heard a voice in front of her. The voice sounded kind, but sheâd been imprisoned by Frost for so long that any ounce of kindness in this place could easily be mistaken for trickery. Instincts caused her body to curl into a ball and to cover her face, but that didnât hide the massive wound that ran from her shoulder to her wrist. It was deep and bleeding heavily enough that she might bleed out if it werenât stitched up in a timely manner.  â D-donât hurt me, â Felicity whimpered.  âP-please donât hurt me, â she repeated. She was too tired to run, but even if she could she knew from experience that it wouldnât do her any good. @ovcrdramatiicâ Â














