AN: This was originally a sample I had to make to be accepted to an X-Men role-playing site. If you're interested, give me a shout and I can send you the link to it.

Summary: Emma reflects on her life and through bitter monologe explains how she has come to be the womens she is today.

A Princess, A Queen

I am Emma, Emma Grace Frost, the sadist bitch, the White Queen, the once adversary of the great Professor Xavier, the teacher, the heiress, Daddy's little princess, the manipulative and heartless whore who can do nothing but cause pain and suffering. And I above all people I am destined to life of introverted silence.

A trait that most people don't recognize or associate me with is a human being. Yes, surprisingly enough I am human. And all humans feel. They feel pain, they feel suffering, they feel joy and happiness. I feel the harsh words people call me and like the women I'm suppose to be reply with an equally witty and sarcastic response. Why? Because I am Emma Frost and I am not allowed to feel these words.

But these names; these labels, they don't tie me to a person. I tie myself to that person. I use these words to my advantage and with them cover up insecurties that little secrets that only I will ever know.

Nobody knows about the scared little girl who cried herself because of men who loved a little girls body, nobody knows about the day I almost died because a father refused to love me…

I laugh.

Nobody knows the pain and suffering I've watched, the people I've watched die, the people who I've desperatly cared for wither away into nothing. My brother is nothing more then a pathetic waste of carbon based atoms filled with sedatives and substances, each scar on his wrist a tribute to a family that doesn't care. My students lay rotting in the ground, my little Hellions dead, all thanks to a teacher who should have been there but wasn't. My father disowned me, sent me to horrible places where I feared for my life, where I was raped and beaten and above all unloved.

But I am Emma Frost and I am suppose to take these trivialities like water dripping through an unkempt tap; they are supposed to drip away and leave me like I don't care.

But I do.

Years pass and so do the feelings of self-pity and absolute animosity I feel towards my self. I refuse to be hurt again.

Now, after it's all over I have set up new standards for what and who I am. I was once Daddy's little girl, a princess in dire need of saving. Those days are gone, welcomed with a new, brighter era.

I am royalty with absolute power and absolute strength. Princess's need saving, Queen's do not. I am a Queen, I will out all those who oppose me, who try to hurt me, who try to break down the barriers I have set up. You are nothing but a pawn to me; you mean nothing.

And people wonder why I'm such a bitch?

So judge me, empower the image I have set up for myself and help me stay safe from this world that has been far too cruel. I need no pity from you, so don't bother giving it.

I am Emma, Emma Grace Frost, the sadist bitch, the White Queen, and I'm just waiting to knock you off the board.

AN: Short, I know, but sometimes less is more. Espically in the writers word. Read and Review and I'm over and out-ox