Some people thought she was cold and icy. Frosted, almost, frosted into place once her looks had reached their perfect state. Cool, icy blue eyes regarding everyone as prey or as those beneath her, whispy blonde hair floating behind her as she walked down the hallways, her robes always imaculate and her accented speech also flawless. She prounounced everything with ease, and the way you had to concentrate on her words to understand her only gained her more and everyones attention whenever she opened her mouth.

All the girls in Hogwarts hated her for it, they were all jealous. All the males found excuses to follow her, they offered to carry her books for her, and offered her the best slice of desert after dinner. They went out of the way to please her, even though she was cold, just for those glimces of when she was not. They would all do anything just to see her warmth and her charming smile, to see the light in her eyes instead of the dim disinterest.

Had she always been this way? She didn't exactly act like this at home. She loved her sister for instance, they'd dance for hours in the special room their father had made up for them, standing at the bar in front of the mirror as they worked their legs stronger and stronger, lengthening the hamstrings and everything else which would make them better dancers, a passion they both shared.
Sometimes she would tie up her silky smooth hair up into a messy bun and cook with her mother in the kitchen, making cookies and muffins for the family to eat after dinner and they would gossip and tell each other everything, which was something they didn't do otherwise.
After dinner, while her father sat before the fire she would race him to finish the daily crossword in the evening newspaper, and they would chuckle and afterwards, just before bed, they would hug and he would call her his special girl.

Could someone that frosted really live that life as well? Was it possible? They were both her lives, but they were seperate. They were almost semetrical enough though neither was a lie, they were just how she acted in different environments.
If she wasn't cold and elite, frosted into perfection, then people other than family may attempt to get close, and those who were close could hurt you. Her first boyfriend proved that oh too well, he had hurt her more than she could bare. Which was why she now only dated to be seen, when it was appropriate for her of course. What use where they otherwise anyway, until it was time to settle down? She was only going to marry one of Daddys work associates sons anyway probably, so why should she let herself get close to anyone before then?

Fleur Dalacour, the frosted princess, rose from her seat in the Great Hall and left it as her hair swaying softly behind her.