"I'm not perfect! Not yet. But I'm still leagues better than you."
"I Re-fuse to work with such a-"
"Please, Princess." Winter rubbed his temple, elbow resting on the arm of his chair as he rotated his fingers in gentle circles. It was mere hours until their performance. Weiss wasn't cooperative. But her father implored that the act would bring the two companies into a sense of unity. "Enlighten me on how terrible I am!"
A sense of brotherhood. That, and to show off how talented their unique snowflake was compared to the Frost Inc. problem child.
There have been many rumors that have escalated since the announcement of said union. Some were interesting. Some of them, sickening.
All of them disgusting.
It was either a picture of the two, Winter and Weiss, either enjoying an evening out on the town or in a scream match in some restaurant. Which wasn't Winter's fault. Weiss just happened to find his snark a bit too annoying that day. And snapped.
Clearly asking if she needed to chill out after she got frustrated with him constantly flirting with the waitress.
The headliners went from, 'A new love blossoming, Frost and Schnee together at last!'
To Winter's personal favorite, 'Trouble in their icy paradise? Weiss snaps at Frost'
Winter glanced down at the keys before him, running his finger over the smooth basswood and ivory. He let out a sigh, the nagging getting excessive and annoying. She hated the name. Partly because, yes, it was dumb. But mostly because it was Winter's idea.
Probably solely because it was his idea.
Frost and Schnee Present: Songs of a Snow Storm
He thought it was nice, to say the least. Very ominous and kinda cool sounding. Weiss, however, didn't think so. And proceeded to degrade him on the very grounds that he was-
"Egotistical. Selfish. Unreliable. Sarcastic. Never took any of this seriously." Weiss tapped her forehead, as if the mere thought of Winter was enough to give her a migraine. Never work with a Frost man. They would break your spirit before stealing your wallet. As her father told her many a time before. In fact, told her the very moment the two collaborated with each other. "You're despicable, you know? What else can I say?"
"Something positive." Winter smirked. "Raise my self esteem after crushing it under that crystal heel of yours. Owe me that much, Princess."
"Shut up." Weiss began pacing. The concert would go on as planned. Just... it was difficult to explain. Winter wasn't exactly cooperative. Constantly telling her to sing either higher or lower on a whim. Right in the middle of her longest notes or right after singing a hymn.
Making her stand to the side so the audience can see his fingers gracefully play the melody. See him in his prime and glory. Successfully putting the spotlight solely on himself.
"Well," Winter kicked his feet over the bench, turning to face the Heiress. Her snowy hair in an aside pony tail, her lovely dress was a eggshell white silk, with shards covering the backs of her forearms and along the edges of the skirt. She held her nose up high, arms crossed. "What do you suggest? Because... I got nothing. To be quite honest, I'd much rather be anywhere but here."
"What's that suppose to mean?" Weiss asked, squinting her eyes as she turned heel. Back to Winter as she huffed her chest. He would always do this. Either complain enough to break Weiss into canceling practice or simply walk out. No questions asked. It was infuriating. "No one asked you-"
"Your father did!" Winters stated, rolling his eyes as he rotated his neck. "As my father asked you." He glanced up from the floor, squinting his eyes at Weiss. "Let's just get through the performance. Then lay those rumors to rest by never speaking to each other again. Never walking in the same direction."
"Sounds about right." Weiss shrugged, tapping her heel against the floor. Nodding her head softly. She glanced over her shoulder, only briefly looking at him. His vest unbuttoned, his hair a mess, cuffs rolled up to his forearms. She shook her head, walking away. "I'll see you tonight." She froze in her spot, letting out a frustrated groan. That didn't sound right. Not right at all.
"I-I-I mean for the concert. Shut up!"
She walked away in a huff, hearing Winter's cackling and roaring echo the stadium.
"Absolutely. I'll see you later tonight darling. It'll be a date!" Winter clapped his hands, in honor of Miss Weiss' embarrassment.
It wasn't going to be a fun night.