How I imagine someone who only knows Narcissa fleetingly (from a dinner, a ball or an event perhaps, where they only talk briefly, or maybe seen from a distance) would describe her.
I imagine this is how the world looks at Narcissa Black Malfoy.
She's cold. She's been like that for a while now.
A frozen beauty, an ice queen. The way her eyes can travel through a room and petrify those they fall upon. The way she can smile at you, so coldly, but still, it's a smile.
Sometimes you think you come across something real in that smile, something human.
Maybe just a small flicker in her eyes, the slightest twitch of those lips. But when you look again - it's gone.
Her eyes are blue, the brightest blue. Just like ice. They light up her face in a way that makes you wonder if her skin actually glows.
She's so pale. Pale skin, pale hair. Bright eyes. She shines. She seems sad. She's cold.
Her voice is like smooth velvet, pouring rain, and blazing fire, all at the same time. She can manipulate you to do anything she wants just by using that voice. So she gets her way.
She seldom gets denied anything, no one can refuse her.
She never gets too emotional, never takes the wrong step, always says just the right thing. Never a hair out of place, her dresses are never creased. She always wears that smile. Cold. Never reaches her eyes. Still a smile.
While attending a ball, or a dinner she is always accompanied by her husband. Lucius Malfoy. Just like his wife, Lucius Malfoy radiates coolness.
Both of them seem distant, somehow.
Distant smiles, cold looks. That's what's expected from Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy.
They aren't supposed to laugh or cry, think or feel. Love.
It's below them, they're stronger than that. They are not weak.
She is not weak. She needs to be strong, and in order to stay strong you can't let yourself feel.
That's what she's been told ever since childhood days.
You have to keep up a good imagine.
And since she became a Malfoy, that is what she's been doing.
Keeping up that image.
But you wonder. When you politely greet her when she and her husband arrives at the notorious Ministry dinner only high society families get to attend, you wonder.
If she's always been like this.
Has she never really smiled?
Or laughed?
Or shone with happiness and contentment?
As she politely makes small talk, you watch her closely.
Try to detect a flaw, any flaw.
There's none.
Just that coolness.
Distance.
In some ways, sadness.
She's cold. She's been like that for a while now.
So what do you think of my interpretation? Please review, and tell me what you think! :)