Written for my Quistis claim on fated(underscore)children on LiveJournal. Themes used: "ice" and "left alone".
They said he was ice, but I fear that I am more ice than he. I know, I know, I'm Quistis Trepe, a heroine, a reinstated instructor, assistant Headmistress of Balamb Garden. That doesn't stop me being lonely - or ice - though. I'm beloved of many but truly known to few, maybe even none. I would have liked Squall to know me, once, but that is past. Rinoa, Selphie, Zell, Irvine... all, in a way, my friends, but I feel too iced up to really feel anything for them.
Think about it. I have my reasons. I was... not rejected, worse than that, completely ignored, by Squall. Seifer would never have looked at me twice. The two men I might have considered loving - don't be shocked. I'm as arrogant as Seifer and as heartless as Squall in some ways. I won't settle for someone who is beneath me, and I refuse to even consider most people.
I've been alone. I was adopted from the Orphanage - just check my file, if you didn't know, it's all there. I signed up for Garden at the age of fifteen, passed my exams easily, and stayed on to teach. I never wanted to go back to my adoptive home, so I didn't. Simple enough.
It's also there, somewhere in my file, that I am "quietly authoritative" but work "takes a lot out of me".
I think it's taken everything out of me.
I quietly go through life in Squall's wake, issuing orders, carrying my whip into battle when asked to, staying behind a desk, left alone, in the shadows of the management, when not.
My bed is a single one, tucked away somewhere in the depths of the dorm areas. At night I hear the student's chatter in the rooms around me. I'm supposed to put a stop to it and make them get their rest, but at least they aren't alone. A lonely bed, I find, is a cold one.
In my wait for someone worthy, I froze up in those cold sheets, and now...? I no longer care.
They called him the Ice Prince, but I am the Ice Queen.