A/N: Sorry about the cliffhanger. And for taking so long. And that this is a short chapter. I got stumped. Sorry again.

Last time on What can frost hide?

Robin ran to where a lump in the snow was seen. He brushed the snow off, revealing a bleeding Frost. He yelled," KF, ready the med bay now. Frost is down and bleeding." KF sped off as Robin picked up Frost, preparing to transport her unconscious body.

Now...New Stuff

Frost's POV

I open my eyes. It's blurry. All I can tell is whatever I'm looking at is white. Snow is white. But it can't be snow, because it doesn't do that unless... Mother. I jolt up, feeling immense pain in my chest. Soft hands, maybe gloved?, push me back down. I blink to clear up my vision. It's Wally! But what is he doing here? Did mother take him as well as me?

He says," Calm down Cat. You're out of surgery, but that doesn't mean you should go jostling the stitches." He hands me a notebook and a pack of colorful pens. He knows me so well to know that I express my words through color if I can. I grab the red pen and write," Where the hell are we and what do you mean by surgery?" He sighs and answers," We're in the medical bay at Mount Justice. Training hasn't gone so poorly since the failsafe mission. You took us all down, except for Rob, when all the ice you made shattered. I'd never seen anything like it. It began snowing around us, but Robin ran straight to where you were hidden in the snow. I don't really know what happened, but Rob thinks you overworked yourself and some ice shot into your chest while the rest shattered."

Oh. That does sound vaguely familiar. But the hole in my chest was from an attempted murder. I thought I told Robin that. I grab the black pen, showing I had no particular emotion expressing, and wrote," Do you mind if I talk to Robin alone?" He says," Not at all." Then, he zooms out of the room and brings Robin back in.

I pick up the purple, gratitude, and write," Thank you for lying about things. Sorry if it made you feel uncomfortable to do that on my behalf." He says," I wasn't lying completely. I do think you overworked yourself and that caused all the ice to shatter. Don't worry about it though. Feeling up to other visitors?" I grab the green, happy, and write," I sure am."

He went to the door to wave in everyone else. They all came in and straight to me. I was bombarded by questions. I put my hands over my ears, showing it was too much at once. " Slow down! One at a time." I wrote in red. Everyone read the message and shut up. I wrote down in purple, worry," So did I hurt anyone?" They shook their heads no. I was very relieved by this information. M'gann asked," Are you okay? We were all worried. Wally never left your side." I laughed at that, but it came out looking more like I was in pain. It sucks not being able to laugh and make noise. I wrote in green again," I'm fine. Just need some painkillers soon." Robin went to grab some and water to take them with. Wally looked embarrassed about what M'gann said. I scribble down," Thanks for watching me. It means alot." He smiled that bright smile that only he can provide.

A few days later

I blocked the punch thrown at me. I jumped over the kick sent my way. I tried to kick my target's legs from under them. He jumped over the weak attempt. He finally got me and I made the descent to the floor. The computer rang out, " Frost: Fail" as I silently groan. Wally helps me up. I smile at him. He leads me to the benches surrounding the training platform. I pull out my notebook and take the pencil from the spiral part. I write down," Do you have any tips to get better?" He responds," Rob is the one to ask about hand to hand combat if you can't reach Canary, but for you it's mostly a power thing. You know your abilities and your skills. You just seem afraid to use it to the extreme. Of course, I don't blame you. Not after what happened. You might still just be recovering or sore in that spot. If so, you should let someone know. Don't want it to be an issue. Sorry, I'm rambling. Again. As usual. And it's still going on. I'm going to shut up now."

I laugh and look at my feet. Hair falls into my line of view, but I don't move it. My mind wandered back to when I was in first grade. Nobody excepted me back then, so why is it different now? A warm hand moves my face from the ground to look at Wally. He asks," Are you okay? You just spaced out for a while." I nod my head yes. I write," Just thinking about some stuff." He asks, " What kind of stuff were you thinking about?" I write," I was always the odd one out as a kid. I don't know why. But it just makes me think what changed." He said," It's the people. Kids are jerks, but teens like us don't care much about differences like that. They make us stronger, unique. They help us as a team because we can rely on those differences." I notice his hand is by his side and he's staring straight forward. There's pain in his eyes that I recognize. It's rejection.

I write," So I know this started as a joke at school that followed us to the team, but do you want to go on a date? We could have a picnic on the beach or something." I shove the notebook in front of his face. He smiles and answers yes. We just sit there, content with being next to each other. I smile too.