Memories.
Victor sat quietly in his cell, the cold was never bitter or biting, not to him, not anymore. He was silent, but that was not a new thing, he was often quiet in his cell and that had only been made more apparent after…
He shook his head. He didn't want to think about that. About Nora.
But his mind always went back to her, so instead of focusing on… when he lost her he tried to focus of the fun they had had for the few days they had after halloween.
It had been cold, but it had to be so Victor could be a little bit comfortable, Nora didn't seem to mind the cold that much either, she had been frozen for so long she had become used to it.
They'd laughed about the time Nora had tried to teach Victor how to ice skate, he'd not been very good at it, but now he could. His world had been surrounded by ice so he had to learn in the end and he was now after all these years very good.
It was nice to talk about that day, it had snowed and they had skated on the ice, well Nora had skated, Victor had found himself falling over all too often, but in the end they'd walked back and made some hot coco and sat by the fire, sipping at it and laughing about the days events.
The scene in Victor's mind caused him to smile, like when he remembered the last two days with Nora he'd tried to cook, but soon found all the food frozen completely and when he tried to cook it, well it got worse. At the time it had been panic, but Nora… sweet Nora, was calm and collected and by the end the two of them were laughing of the disaster that was Victor's cooking, but he had never been very good at cooking.
Nora had joked that he could create special serum and freeze guns, but he didn't know how to make pasta sauce, she'd laughed and she'd felt so alive!
Then… the day came.
Nora didn't wake up.
She lay there, silent and still. Finally at peace.
He'd buried her in an ice coffin, in the artic. Forever frozen in time as beautiful as the day he'd first laid eyes on her.
He'd taken her necklace, it was all he would take to remember by, but it made him feel better.
After that, Victor returned to Gotham and had himself locked up in Arkham, it was the only other home he'd known.
The others didn't question him, they knew what had happened by the look on his face and the fact that he now wore the necklace himself.
He hadn't really talked to anyone after that, but then Edward had come over one day and spoke a riddle.
The answer had been memories and Victor knew that was all he had left now, memories and they hurt like shards of ice going through his now very warm but slowly growing cold again, heart.
Victor looked around his cell, as he lifted his hand up to the necklace and frowned slightly remembering something else Edward had said afterwards, like he knew what Victor had been thinking.
'Memories don't hurt forever, Victor. I can't tell you when that will happen, only you can do that, but what I can tell you, is the moment you can think back on a memory and you no longer feel cold, that's when you'll know.'
Now here he sat in his cell clutching at the necklace as the words echoed around his head and then he thought back to the last few days he'd had with Nora, them laughing and joking, his terrible cooking, the memory of the ice skating and Nora looking so alive and happy.
That's when he realised something, he and Nora had been happy.
The memories were happy.
For the first time in months Victor smiled.
THE END.
Note: Jesus that Season of Infamy DLC guys... I just re-did the Mister Freeze story only two days ago and ahhh... I cry :'(