Ice Queen
She was cold. Freezing. An ice queen,in all respects of the phrase. "Scarlett" they all said," you need to stop being so cold". She didn't listen,she didn't care. Why should she? The only person she truly cared about could die at any minute,and she'd be left all alone.
Scarlett knew,she should be optimistic,Turlough could-and probably would-come home safe and well. However,there was a decent sized piece of her mind that constantly asked,'what if he doesn't come back? What if he dies,all alone,with no one to try and help him?' She had no one else,if he died,if he joined her family and friends,she'd have nothing.
So Scarlett locked her heart inside an icy cage and became cold,so that she wouldn't feel the pain of heartbreak if Turlough did die,she'd only feel...numb. Her status of 'Ice Queen' prompted people to be wary of her,in case they touched her and the icy exterior she'd carved for herself stung them.
Scarlett didn't necessarily want to be cold,but it was the only thing she could think of to protect herself. So she let herself be frosted over,unable to be thawed...and everyday the war raged on,and everyday her best friend didn't come home,it got worse. Everyday that she worried,her heart ached even more and she iced over the pain again,adding another layer of rock hard,unmeltable ice.
Scarlett was still social...to a degree. She told no one of her secret pain and didn't let anybody get past the ice. If they tried,she closed up and became as sharp and biting as an icicle,ready to stab and tear.
Eventually,people stopped trying to melt her,they kept their distance as she frosted over even more. And she'd stay like that until he came back,until he wanted the Scarlett he knew back. Then,and only then,would she go back to the warm,happy person she had once been. If he didn't come back...well...she'd continue to be the sharp,biting ice queen...just,a sharp,biting,heartbroken ice queen.