The World was cold.
Not cold as in chilling, cold as in dead, Cold as in empty, Cold as in nothing.
But then a voice was heard in the dead, the cold of the night. "Annie" it said.
"Ymir", said a second voice.
The first walked to the railing that the second leaned upon. Why? Who knows, maybe to share warmth, to create something warmer in this cold, cold world.
"Why are you out so late, Annie? It's past curfew," asked the first voice.
There was no reply, except the rustling of pockets and the whoosh of a match. After blowing the smock int the air, Annie offered a cigarette to the voice, who accepted. Another sound, another flame, another warmth, just as quickly extinguished.
"We both know?" Annie asked.
"We both know," came the echoing reply.
"What do you want Ymir? Just say it."
"Krista's safety"
Annie had only smiled once, as far as Ymir had seen, but this came very to a smirk. "How would you say I do that? Even so, what happens if I say no?"
"I kill Eren." A simple statement, with large efects.
Annie put out her cigarette, and adjusted her stance before asking. "And?"
"Don't play dumb, I've seen you two spar. Do you know how you look at him?"
"You kill Eren, I kill Krista."
"You kill Krista I kill You."
"You kill me, the others kill you. Everyone dies, I win, you loose."
A pause, then a statement. "Krista will be safe"
If Annie was ice, Ymir was snow.
If Eren was fire, Krista was flame.
"Goodbye Annie," she said as she walked away.
"Goodbye Ymir," and another match was lit.
If Annie was ice, Ymir was snow.
If Eren was fire, Krista was flame.
Annie forgot that fire melts ice.
Ymir knew it all to well.
Please know that this is my first fan fiction, and Constructive criticism would be extremely appreciated.