Well, well, well. It's been a little while since the end of Sibling Rivalry, hasn't it? But here it is. Part 3, the third and final part, of the Blaze/Frost story. For those just now catching up, let me give a brief summary of the events leading up to this point:

In The Cold Shoulder, Frost gets hurt and Blaze is a witness to that. This leads to Frost promptly inflicting self harm upon herself in where she wants to symbolize herself as the forefather of misanthropic independence and cynicism, as well as hating Blaze just because she was in the crowd (it's long, so PM me if you want to know all the details of them not getting along). Frost and Blaze meet in the city and exchange nasty verbal blows with one another before Frost damages her and walks away.

Continuing onward exactly one year later, Sibling Rivalry deals directly with Frost and Blaze's negative relationship and even brings Silver into the fray.

The newest edition is a continuation of Sibling Rivalry and is the final chapter of Frost's life summed up. It will explain why Frost is the way she is and it will clear up all the problems of Frost's past. It'll clear up the problems she has with Silver, and if I'm feeling really good about this, maybe I'll even shed some light on who their parents are (of course, Blaze obviously doesn't mention her parents in the series, nor does SEGA reveal any details about Blaze's parents, if she had any).

So I do believe I'm done babbling here. Do enjoy the story and don't forget to check out The Cold Shoulder and Sibling Rivalry, the two stories that took place before this.

Sincerely,
FrostbittenDeath

DISCLAIMER: Frost the Cat is copyright of Charles C. Houston, 2008-2012; Blaze the Cat and Silver the Hedgehog are copyright of Sonic Team and Sega, 2005-2012

What Was Lost:
Ch. 01: Prologue/Tears of Joy

"B-Blaze, thank you…"

"You're welcome, my sister."

The true nature of love had been shown that night. That night where Frost got down on her knees and begged for forgiveness with all her heart from her sister, her one and only twin sister, Blaze the Cat, the guardian of the Sol Emeralds. There wasn't a single thing at this moment in time where things couldn't go back to the way things used to be when they were children. Frost practically threw herself in her sister's arms as a child, pressing against her breast, repeating the same three-word phrase without pause. It wasn't that much of a chore to say that now since she was so inundated with sorrowful emotion inside of her, budding marvelously with unrequited mounds of love and caring that had never been seen before. It was easy compared to earlier, but she just hoped that she kept this same prevalence for later times. She didn't want to find herself wavering many times before.

Never again. She felt reborn, revitalized, lifted higher than she had ever been. She didn't know exactly what happened to her that caused her to make such an open confession to her sister, but it worked out for the better. She'd never been this happy in her life. Such pristine happiness was brimming inside her like gold, its quality never to be diminished for the rest of her days. As long as Blaze was near her, she felt like anything could be accomplished. They were two parts of one whole, twin sisters of symphonic grace. Together, their love was unbreakable. Neither of them would let it simmer. Frost sure wasn't going to be the bearer of bad news ever again. "Blaze, I'm sorry!" she cried. "I'm so sorry! All I've ever done to you I regret with all my heart! I'll never leave you for the rest of my days if you let me into your life!"

Blaze's eyes were flowing with tears, probably not as much as Frost's, though. She'd been through much, much more than Blaze did, and it showed in her attitude and outlook on life. But it seemed like Frost had seen the light. She'd seen the prominent path to goodness and decided to follow it. She stumbled a bit on the way, but she managed to overcome. And at the end of the path was a very special person that would ensure her personal salvation: Blaze. "Already done," she said tearfully.

"B-Blaze…my sister."

"Yes, that's right. You're my sister, my one and only."

Inside, Silver watched the spectacle of love unfold from his bed sheets. It's been a long time since he'd seen something so intense before. It was unbelievable. He'd never seen Frost in such a flurry before. Anyone could look at Frost and vouch that she had her moments of virile disposition, but this was unheard of. He doubted that anyone else would see what Frost had now become. Not outside, but inside. Something like this was unprecedented from her. Then again, life was too uncertain to sit back and watch things unfold. Anything could happen in the blink of an eye, in the fraction of a second. Once was there before was no longer. But nobody could begin to explain it other than the ones who were there to witness the object or whatever it was go away. With that, the people who chose to view Frost in the dark light they labeled her would more than likely continue to do so. What did they know? They weren't Frost, and they probably never experienced loss like she. "Wow, that's intense," he chuckled as he nodded his head. "Frost looks totally different. Something happened. I might not know what, but I guess some series of events caused her to see things in a different light."

The moon was shimmering in the sky above. The lights of the city were being negated by the intense moonlight. It was almost as if a spirit, a mysterious entity from realms untold, was watching down upon them, blessing them. Both of them stood together in the cold wind and drizzle falling from the thin storm clouds. Pieces of grass flew across the streets, flowing down the stone concrete in a messy stream. It was, in fact, rather cold tonight. There was no way they would stay out here forever. Well, Blaze knew she couldn't stay outside for too much longer. Frost probably could. She was practically used to the cold. And even though that was a nod to her ice powers, Frost didn't appear to be phased by the cold. She seemed to be unaffected by it. Maybe she could stand to stay out here for a little while, unlike Blaze.

"B-Blaze, I'm cold… May we please go inside so I can sleep?"

"Oh," she exclaimed. "Of course. We can't stay out here hugging like this forever, can we?" She didn't mind at all that she pulled Blaze from her bedside to do this. She always took time away for her sister, no matter what. Even then, a part of her was saying, 'Go talk with her. She needs consolation. No matter how mad you are, don't let your emotions cloud what you know and believe in your heart is right. Frost is a part of that.' She held Blaze close and led her to their room. They entered the room. Blaze slowly led her to her bed and sat her down. "Are you okay?"

Frost's eyes flooded with tears again. Her lime eyes were swimming in her tears. She could hardly breathe. She'd lost count of how long she cried. Counting the months and weeks and days and hours and minutes and seconds she bawled her eyes out may as well age her fifteen years. How much pain did she have in her? It seemed bottomless how much pain and hurt she internalized. She knew she wasn't relinquishing it all. There was still much more that she needed to release. For now, this was a good start. She was doing well in letting her emotions flow. "I'm fine, Blaze. I'm just tired, is all."

Blaze smiled. "I understand. You get some sleep and I'll see you in the morning, okay?"

"Of course," she said. Frost moved her body onto the fiery bed sheets and cuddled up into a ball. Blaze tucked her in tightly. Frost sighed in serene pleasure as the warmth coated her. The delightful heat danced around her arms, her legs, her entire body. She became engulfed in the soft heat of the bed cushions. "I know this feeling. Warmth. What a wondrous…feeling." With that, she drifted into a deep sleep.

Blaze looked at her as she slept. This was a new state of peace she'd never witnessed in her twin sister before. "Wow. Look at her, Silver. Isn't it something?"

"Yep. She's definitely not the same, I can vouch for that."

"No, really. Come and look, Silver. There's something about her that I just can't seem to shake. It's like, a transformation. She's…different."

He heeded her word, got out of the bed, and walked by her side. What was Blaze talking about? Oh, of course, Frost sure did have a different aura about her; but she couldn't have changed that much. He was admittedly still a little gun shy around Frost because of their fight. Getting near her wasn't the easiest thing in the world. A simple challenge in its own right was to actually get in a range where she could attack. Silver didn't like Frost's unpredictability. She was just waiting for Silver to get near her so she could turn him into a popsicle. He couldn't say that she hadn't changed into this new, goodly Frost – that display outside was unprecedented for the black cat – but he was still a little doubtful of her permanent transformation. When he looked down at her body, his eyes had noticed something. Frost had appeared to be relaxed. She looked completely relieved and calm. Frost's face was soft as she breathed silently. Her body was caressed underneath Blaze's fiery bed sheets, completely altered from what Silver had seen earlier. "Oh, I see what you mean. She's not who she used to be, huh?"

All Blaze could do was nod. She gently touched her sister's teary-spotted face and sighed softly – such beauty, such finesse, such serene bliss on Frost's face. Standing there and watching her sister sleep was something she wanted, but it wasn't anything Frost wanted. More than likely there was probably a little bit of something within, but it was being suffocated by her overwhelming extract of emotion. It was definitely time to leave Frost alone for tonight. She crossed Silver and headed towards her side of the bed, sliding herself under the sheets with her.

Silver followed her back, heading to his bed and doing the same. "Well, isn't that something? I've never seen her like this before."

"I know."

"It's almost like something sudden happened, like out of nowhere, that caused her to see things in a different light."

"That's true, but it's more than that. I know it. If you had been out there with her when we were talking, you could see it was more than just one thing. It was an entire series of events that had plagued her life. Her circumstances had been tearing away at her for the longest time, and she just wanted to put an end to it all. She cried a lot, Silver. A lot. She doesn't deserve to cry anymore."

"Yeah, you're right. I just wish I knew her like you know her," he laughed.

"You know, Silver, I'm sure that she's let go of the feelings she held against you."

"Huh? Are you sure?"

"I'm positive. She let out a lot of the negative emotions that were plaguing her. She confessed a lot of things with her mouth and her heart. And it was all genuine. There's no chance that she could hate you anymore."

He almost forgot about that. It'd only been a year since the argument ended in degradation. Silver didn't really want to bemoan about the past anymore, especially considering the person who was resting in Blaze's bed right now had it out with him twice because of it. It made him shaky thinking that the tiniest provocation could evoke her icy wrath once more. He drifted away from the topic and avoided Blaze's inference. "To be honest, I'm not 100% sure. Me and her go back a long way, just like you and me, when we were kids. The only difference was I didn't know her all that well. I mean, she looked just like you. I don't know if she surely has forgiven me."

"Oh, stop it with the deducing, Silver," she said. "Frost is different, much different than before. I'm positive that she's negated those negative emotions she's held against you for almost ten years. That's a long time to be angry at someone."

She did have a point, indeed. No denying that. But Silver was still a little skeptical of Frost. She knew how to hold grudges – and no doubt she held quite a few. He hoped that Blaze was right. Who could hold their emotions against someone for a decade and not feel any remorse against themselves? He wouldn't fully understand Frost's thought process, nor the process of her heart. She was just too complex an individual. "You're right. You know her much more than I do. There's no point in trying to understand things that are just way too over my head and," he nudged to Frost's unconscious body under the sheets, "she's definitely one person I might not ever fully understand."

Blaze gave a soft smile and decided to leave it alone for tonight. No sense in getting worked up over nothing. Frost appeared to be calmer than she'd ever been. It would have been better to catch up on some much-needed rest. It was a very long day, indeed. May as well get as much sleep as they could before sunup. Besides, it was another day of guarding the Sol Emeralds.