Rom kept staring at Vert's face. Her beautiful, perfect… Frozen face. A smile slowly replacing her crying face. A burst of chilly laughter filling the Basilicom.

She was beautiful.

Why was she crying? Vert was beautiful now. Why should she care? She would never age, never die, never fade. Her beauty would remain there, frozen in time. Rom stood up, smiling at her prize.

If only everyone was like this.

"You're mine now, Vert." Rom whispered, a thin smile forming on her lips. She touched Vert with her forehead, embracing her icy cold touch.

Gamindustri should be… An icy wonderland...

"What the fuck was that laugh?!" Exclaimed Blanc, slamming a door open to the side of the Basilicom and walking in, "I'm trying to write…" She stopped once she saw Rom hugging the frozen statue of Vert. The blue twin not bothering to look at her.

Blanc slowly approached Rom, an expression of sheer bewilderment on her face. She slowly inched closer to Rom, "What… Did you do?" She asked, staring at the frozen CPU.

"Blanc. Hi." Rom said slowly, standing up and looking at her sister. A smile creeping on her face, "I made Vert beautiful."

Blanc stared at her sister in astonishment, what had she done? What mistake had she committed? But most importantly, "Why the fuck is Vert frozen?!"

"She's part of my collection." Rom said creepily, her staff emitting a purple light, "Everyone should be in it. Neptune… Noire… Uni… Nepgear…"

Blanc turned and walked away, perturbed. What had happened to her sister?

"Where are you going, Blanc?" Rom said, approaching her, "Play with me."

"No." Blanc slowly inched away from Rom, "I have to tell Neptune and the others that Vert is de-" Blanc reacted quickly, summoning her hammer and deflecting the beam of ice. The top of the Basilicom slowly frosting over, "Rom! What-" another beam of ice. She jumped to the side, the door freezing over.

"No." Rom said, clutching her staff angrily, "You won't tell them…" A white light enveloped Rom, her HDD form appearing from the light, still holding to the same purple staff. She looked at Blanc with angry purple eyes, "I'll stop you."

"Rom. What in the First Lowee's CPU's name are you doing?!" She yelled, dodging another beam of ice, "Stop this!"

Rom ignore Blanc's cries, sending more waves of ice magic towards her.

"Gah!" Blanc yelled in frustration, diving behind a desk to avoid another attack. Blanc took the opportunity to transform, she proceeded kicked the desk towards Rom, who smashed it with her staff.

Blanc flew at Rom, dodging her ice beams. She swung her axe, trying to stop Rom from attacking anymore, "Rom! Stop this nonsense!"

"It's not nonsense, Blanc." She said, frost starting to cover Blanc's axe, "This is what I want. Gamindustri should be my winter wonderland…"

"Wake up, Rom!" Blanc yelled, "This is not like you!" She put more force behind her strike, pushing Rom to one knee. Blanc noticed the cold touch of the frost as it spread to her fingertips. She jumped away from Rom, looking at her axe and fingers. A light cover of snow over them.

Blanc panted. This was taking too much out of her, but how? Rom was never this strong. She looked at the ground, waves of frost spreading outwards from Rom. The room's temperature slowly falling. Snowflakes danced in the air. Glancing up, she noticed a small cloud, snow lightly falling from it.

Rom was creating a snowstorm. She was going to engulf Gamindustri in a permanent storm. Unable to allow this to happen, Blanc decided to take drastic measures.

"Next Program, Activate!" She yelled, dodging another beam of ice, her clothes and body changing until she transformed into Next White, "Rom! Stop this now!" She yelled, blocking another attack with her axe.

Rom replied by giggling maniacally. She sent wave after wave of ice in Blanc's direction. The Lowee CPU hit each of them with her axe, reflecting them into the walls of the Basilicom.

Blanc managed to close the distance between herself and Rom, she was right next to her. Her sister attempted to hit her with the staff, Blanc kicked her away reflexively, slowly noticing what she had done.

I'm Rom had skidded across the floor, the kick sending her crashing next to Vert. Blanc hurried towards her sister, noticing her on the ground and coughing.

"Are you okay, Rom?" She knelt down, lowering her defences out of concern for Rom.

"Gotcha." Rom said, planting her staff's top to Blanc's ribs. Slowly encasing her in purple ice.

"Rom… Why…?" Blanc asked as her transformation faded away, slowly collapsing to the floor as the ice covered her.

"You wouldn't help me, Blanc…" Rom said, standing up and looking at her disapprovingly, "But now, you'll help me right? You have no choice…"

Blanc looked as Rom pointed her staff at her face, a purple light covering her. Blanc's consciousness slowly fading away.

Ram watched in horror as her sister was slowly consumed by the purple light. She had silently sneaked in when she heard Blanc's angry screams at Rom, ready to help her prank her sister… But she didn't expect this.

She didn't expect Rom to have frozen the Basilicom.

She didn't expect Rom to slowly corrupt Blanc.

She gripped her staff, silently transforming before running away from the Basilicom.

She had to get help. She had to warn them. She had to…

Ram left the Basilicom, flying towards Planeptune. Nepgear, that dummy, maybe she could get… Maybe she could help her sister…

She had to!