Exhaling cold, the city was coated in layers of snow and frost overnight.
A young girl sits in the snow, unaware of the noise and bustle around her. The city on high alert after an extremely early snow.
"While it is the middle of September-"
"Scientists say it happened at random…"
"Here in Gotham while we may be known for-" reporters and news agencies droned about it for weeks, however that did not stop the consistent snowfall around the city and surrounding areas.
The young girl, looking to be around 8, crowds with other kids trying to get food from passing pedestrians bustling to get to work. Juxtaposed next to the rest of the group, she looks off. With pale skin and raven hair, she stands out compared to the dirty brown haired tan kids running around. While she sometimes gets stopped for her odd looks, people assume she is just another orphan.
That really wouldn't be unusual for a city like Gotham anyway.
However eventually the others notice something off, she speaks eloquently, she combs her hair, she even tries to wash her clothing. While the latter fails, it is enough to see that she is new to the band of orphans who had been sticking together since, well almost their entire lives.
But the most mysterious thing is when asked for a name, she replies with one word that would eventually haunt people who lived in this city.
Frost.