The Long Story

by RecklessFlux

My life is difficult to explain, its a really, really long story. My name is Wynter Thirteen, well that's the name I chose. Some people call me Agent Wynter or even Wynter Barnes. But this is really the story of how I became Frostbyte, the partner of Quake and an agent of S.H.I.E.L.D. This is the story of how I became the person I am, not the weapon I was meant to be.

10. Mom? You Are Blue

I know this has been in first person for a large chunk of the story but I need to change it to third person for any of the rest to may sense.

-The Long Story-

It wasn't like Wynter actually planned to find out that her mother was some freaky blue alien woman from a frozen wasteland of a planet, or that she had cousins from the same crazy asshat that had tried to take over her planet or that she would be abducted during winter break to said frozen wasteland. Angorboda,Loki's ex mistress and the mother of her cousins, was a bitch and Wynter hated her, Loptr...Loki's twin sister, and her own mother, hated Agnorboda too.

Loptr was a runt just like her twin, but she was still taller than Wynter, which made the teen slightly irritated. Wynter didn't turn blue if one of the Jotun's touched her, but she didn't feel the cold either. They were curious over her lack of magic other than the ice she controlled but hardly any commented on it.

"Little one." The guttural voice of her uncle, Helblindi, drew her attention away from the frozen spire she had been staring into as if it held the answers to the universe. Her ice blue eyes focused on him as if he were a mouse and she, a cat. The unnerving gaze lasted only seconds but sent small chills down the giant's spine as her face lit up and a polite smile.

"Your highness." She replied easily in the language of his people. She had been quick to pick it up but not so quick to open up about her unusual talents.

"Sadly it has come to the attention of Asgard that Agnorboda and Klongr brought you here. They have sent their finest warriors to retrieve you and take you home." Her smile tightened and her eyes darkened slightly as she realized she would be sad to go. Loptr hurried up the hall, lifting the long dress she wore, it was made from the fur of a mountian cat, she stopped at her brother's side and stared at her daughter with her blood red eyes and smiled in a pained way. Wynter returned the pained smile with one of her own. She may not have planned to be whisked away or to grow to like her mother and her mother's people but she did dammit.

"I'll escort you to them." Her mother offered and Wynter nodded once.

"Let me get my things then." The teen sighed softly, resignation fully evident in her tone. Helblindi and Loptr followed her to the rooms they had given her after she accepted their help in controlling her powers. Before she wanted to be she, Helblindi and Loptr were outside, walking toward the shivering Asgardians. Wynter wore a top that vaguely resembled a bando and leggings, both made from the hide of a snow beast that resided far outside the main city village, towards the mountains. Her long, now once again pitch black hair was pulled away from her face with a braid she had done for training earlier that day.

The Asgardians glared at the odd trio, gripping their weapons as Loptr gripped the younger woman in a fierce hug. Their grips relaxed a fraction as the younger hugged back, only to tighten as the young woman hugged the Jotun king. They spoke to each other in the barbaric language of the giants and the king chuckled after a moment.

"Be as safe as your nature allows little one." The girl laughed softly and nodded once. She gripped the strap of her bag and walked over to the Asgardians, her chilling blue eyes seemingly piercing into their very souls.

"Shall we?" She asked quietly. The shivering gods nodded and turned, Sif strayed behind the rest to walk with the girl.

-The Long Story-

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