A/N Alrighty then! Welcome to Fristbitten, my first stab at a Monster High fan fiction. I will inform you now that I will be pulling from all MH dealios which include the original Monster High young adult novels, the Monster High novels by Gitty Daneshvari, and the Monster High webisodes and full-length feature films. With that in mind it's time for my favorite part…..

DISCLAIMER!

I own nothing of the Monster High name, including all written and video media.

With that now said! Let's get this thing underway!

Prologue

A freezing, howling wind blew around the high mountaintops of the Himalayas as a group of yetis gathered in a cave to gain protection from the elements. Many aged male and female yetis stood in a tight semicircle with a single figure standing apart in the center. The single figure stood tall with shoulders squared and eyes looking straight forward. Her winter white hair was fixed in a single braid straight down her back. Her jaw was tense with her mature tusks protruding from between her lips to nearly reach her nose. Her amethyst eyes stared straight ahead, unwavering, at the figure in the center of the semicircle, ignoring the many males and females to either side of the figure.

The figure whom the female stared at was a hulking male yeti. The male stood nearly three feet taller than the female, as was normal for their species. His frame was supported by thick muscles covered in deep blue skin and silvery-white fur. The male yeti greatly resembled the human depiction of their once considered fabled existence. He stood tall, jaw set and shoulders squared, staring back at the female. "Lidya Frostbite, you are here today to answer for the crimes of your kin, too young to answer for themselves." In Yetish the long-winded sentence seemed to translate into only a handful of words.

Lidya's jaw tightened, but she said nothing.

"Three days past your child injured another of this clan so severely that the youth has been forced to lose half of a limb. Had the youth not survived, your child would've met the same fate. Too many times has her name come to us as a complaint. This is the last time, Frostbite. Had the injured youth not survived her outburst she would have met the same fate, however, it is the decision of this counsel to instead cast out your child."

Lidya's eyes widened slightly and swallowed hard. For the first time she looked away from the group to a sole figure hunched at the edge of the cave looking out into the coming storm.

"Until the day she can control herself she will not be allowed to return to this village, even if that takes her entire life."

Her resolve fell. Lidya's chest seemed to cave in as what little oxygen she held left her lungs. No…No…I…She turned once again to look at the hunched figure. Her daughter meant everything to her. Ilsa…She looked back at the counsel. "Where will she go?"

A female, older than Lidya evident by the creases in her brow and high-status defining tattoos around her left, frowned. "That is not of our concern."

The center male held up a massive hand to silence the woman. "You will be given a fortnight to make arrangements. After that, your child will be forced out if she has not already left."

"But…"

He stomped one large foot. The sound echoed loudly off the cave walls. "We are finished."

The counsel broke apart, leaving Lidya to focus mostly on managing to stay on her feet. She stood there for what felt like hours trying not to dwell on that fact that in two weeks time she would be forced to say goodbye to her only child for who knows how long. It was only when she felt a cold hand on her shoulder that she finally turned to look into the mismatched eyes of her daughter.

"Ma?"

Lidya took a deep breath and straightened her spine. She put one hand over her daughter's and shook her head. With a shaky voice she explained the counsel's decision.

Ilsa, only child of Lidya Frostbite, looked down. This was all her fault and now she would be leaving the only life she had ever known. She looked out at the coming storm and felt as though it greatly reflected her life. A storm was coming.