#an attempt

Bittersweet

Preface: Not an actual character analisis, just an idea I had :]

Frost sitting down to meditate, finally in silence after a long day of dealing with his companions. His stomach is full of pastries, cake, sweets, not something uncommon when you live with a chef, and the sweet taste of butter and cream rests lightly on his tongue.

Breathe in

He closes his eyes and controls his breathing. With every measured breath the flavor of his dessert is brought once more to the forefront of his mind. Along with the ghostly texture of another dessert, one that he hadn't eaten in years.

Breathe out

One of the others in the Order had been given a small slice of cake by their master. This was a rare occurence, only did the youngest members of the Order recieve surprise desserts. It could be considered one of the only pleasant surprises in this place. The young member had run back to the rest, eager to share.

Breathe in

The flavor was unlike anything that Frost had had before and yet it was nostalgic. It reminded him of his home, so far away. This day in the Order had been peaceful, with the Masters away. The dessert almost reflected the day in that way, cold and creamy, and so so good.

Breathe out

The dessert fell heavy in his stomach, he felt content. But if the young member had been gifted such a thing... That meant that they were back. Heavy footsteps on the cold stone floors sank into his gut just as the cake had. Frost peered around a column just in time to hear the first snap.

Breathe in

"Now try again", an apathetic voice rang out.

Another snap

"Again"

And another.

Breathe out

With every failed attempt Frost felt himself grow more and more sick. The dessert that has just made him feel so happy was now attacking him. The cold of the cake felt as though it were seeping through his skin.

Breathe in

With his fur on end, he decided to walk down another hallway. This one was worse. The sudden yelling assaulted his delicate hearing and the sight of tiny paws reaching forward again and again made him pause.

Breathe out

Why were these adults standing up to these kids making themselves seem more proud and grand than they already were...

Breathe in

"What did you say", the hooded figure asked again and again. Squaring up to the young one in front of them, grasping their face in a rough catch.

Breathe out

One of the first things that Frost had learned was to simply listen. If you were to learn, you had to listen. And if a Master claimed something as truth then so it was. How many times had the same scene that he was witnessing now happened to him?

Breathe in

How many times had he been punished for misunderstanding? For simply disagreeing?

Breathe out

The once sweet dessert now sat sour and acrid on his tongue. A reminder that even the sweet moments of this place were tinged with wrong... But were they really that wrong if they were just teaching him to be better?

Choke

On the intake of a breath Frost paused for a second to long. Now leaning forward in a coughing fit, tears coming to his eyes and the taste of cream coating his tongue, he realized that at least his Master had given him a choice. A chance to take an opportunity, to run. Even if that opportunity only presented itself with their death..

Breathe in

Frost decided to never have desserts before bed again, it would become firmly a breakfast item now. With a deep gulp of air and an even deeper headache beginning to set in, Frost sits on his bed. Kremy's cooking wafts through the air, he was probably putting something to boil before storing it away for the night. The salty spiciness is a welcome reprise to the now suffocating sweetness that comes with rich cake and old bittersweet memories.