There was no time between shrieking my agreement to the Frozen Prince, fading away again, and being conscious in the Locker again. Just a memory of a frozen moment of soul-searing coldness.

My mind, my soul, and my veins burned with a cold that I somehow knew would be with me the rest of my now long life. I couldn't help but blush a little as it felt like a hug from Father.

Raising my still all so human looking hand, pulling it easily free from the filth around me, I traced my finger over the side of the locker door. Trails of frost quickly sprung up following my finger, racing over and devouring the lock. It fell with a dull thump and I stepped out.

Looking around me, I saw the gym locker room empty and quiet, with a few towels tossed here and there. The old clock on the wall above the door from the room showed that it was well past 10. After staring at it until the second hand moved to make sure it wasn't dead, I watched it for another few seconds as my brain began to fully function.

The searing cold in me had nothing on the rage that filled me as I slowly realized, "I died. I died and no one cared or noticed. This was just another day for them, just another funny thing happening to a loser."

In that moment, I knew with a deep sense of surety, 'If not for my Father, I would still be dead. Dependable Danny did nothing. Just existing is too much for him.'

My mind brought up memory after memory of my mortal bio-parent ignoring me… ignoring the signs of my torment over the last year. Of all the attention and time he spent, wasted really, worrying about the Docks and the Ferry.

'He wastes his life trying to revive a Ferry that is dead, and the Docks that are dying. They don't need to be revived, they need to be excised!'

Memory after memory of the Trio pestering me, teasing me, torturing me followed, each memory searing its way again into my mind.

I felt it deep within me, 'This is what my Father offers me, this is the gift that the Lord of the Fifth grants me. Not just revenge, but a vengeance complete.'

My legs trembling from the rush of adrenaline, I sat next to a locker room bench and leaned against it.

I slowly felt more knowledge sear itself into my mind. Knowledge that many scholars would do far more than kill for. The knowledge of truly what the Frozen Prince was and what it meant. Knowledge of how to further draw on his trapped power should I need to, and of the power that he had granted me. The power that was truly mine.

The freezing white and blue fire I felt inside myself was small, so small compared to my Father's might but so great compared to the average mortal. My mortal frame was… more, and I knew with an effort of will I could release the trapped power inside myself and let all see my Father's might made manifest in me.

The flow of knowledge slowly trickled to a stop as information about my Father's enemies slotted itself into my head.

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'Asmodeus trapped him, Belial betrayed him, and Geryon tries to take his place. Even among the gods he has no friends. He really was right, we are the same...'

Shaking myself as I again got a whiff of the stench clinging to myself I rose, every movement now as I willed. Smoothly I walked to the shower door, opening it and slipping inside.

The knob cracked and froze as I turned it, a momentary burst of anger at my situation rising.

'My extra clothes were in that locker, and no one else here wears the same size as me. Fuck my life.'

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'Thankfully with some ingenuity and sports tape, you can make almost anything fit. And with enough soap...' *Sniff* 'Nope, fuck, smell is still there. At least how much colder my flesh is keeping it from being… too bad.'

I had to resist skipping as I walked home, the sheer excitement of an end to my torment not only being in sight but actually happening.

I was about halfway home, cutting through a wooded section of town on the other side of the school's soccer field when I heard a roar echo through the night. Stopping to catch my breath, I trudged over to a small hill that I knew offered a decent view of downtown to the south-east.

'Yep, it's Lung. Fuuuuck is he angry, that is a lot of fire and he is getting fuck-off tall if I can see him from here. I would not want to be whoever managed to piss him off that much. Enjoy your rage over there, dragon, and I will enjoy mine over here.'

Shrugging and snickering at myself a little, I continued on my way home. "When did I turn into an emo?"

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Finally arriving at home almost 45 minutes later, I was puzzled to find that dad's beater truck was gone and a small powder-blue car was in its place. '... Is that a Prius?'

The oddities didn't stop there either. Not only was the broken front step fixed, but the door has been replaced with a nicer red door. 'Why did dad put up Easter decorations on the door and windows? It's January?'

The small mailbox set into the house's side next to the door told me what was going on. 'Who the fuck are the "Fonsecas"? Did dad sell the house? THAT FUCKER!'

Taking a glance around, I noticed even more things out of place. I also saw a newspaper sitting in the driveway.

Snatching up the cheap paper I felt like I had been punched in the face when I saw the headline story, "Winslow Lockergirl Saga Continues". The paper was dated in March…

'ITS BEEN ALMOST THREE MONTHS, WHAT THE FUCK, FATHER! HOW LONG WAS I IN STYGIA!' Screaming in my head I couldn't help but sit on the repaired step and begin reading, mumbling it aloud as I did in shock.

"The tragic saga of Winslow's locker-girl continues this week as the three teens responsible for the murder of once Winslow student Taylor Hebert have been sentenced, after being found guilty last week. We were unable to gain access to the trial or the sentencing as it was done as a special closed session. When we questioned why, all we were told was that all further inquiries would need to be directed to the PRT. The PRT has declined to comment at this time when we reached out to them. Make of that what you will, reader."

My eyes skipped down the page, before stopping on a name that I knew all too well.

"As everyone knows, the school was also found to be at fault after Danny Hebert's suicide called attention to the journals that Taylor Hebert left behind. Our condolences go out to their surviving family members, who we were unable to find for comment."

Reading became an impossible thing after running my eyes over that one damning sentence again and again.

'He may have been an ignorant and blind man, but mom still loved him and he was still my dad...'

Shaking my head, and looking at the jagged and frozen ruins of the newspaper I had been reading, I carefully stood. I could feel my power settling within me, being shaped by my actions and emotions thus far.

'This calls for some careful research. Whoever was involved with this will PAY; so says the Daughter of the Frozen Prince, The Maiden of Cold Fury!'

The night was quiet as I firmly stepped away from the house I grew up in, refusing to cry, most likely for the last time.

'Huh, Lung must have finished killing whoever pissed him off. Poor fools.'