-Norse mythology recognized nine realms of existence. Eight of the realms were embodiments of opposites: fire and ice, heaven and hell, creation and destruction, and light and darkness. These realms all converged on the center realm where humans lived out their lives.-

Part 2 Ice

Icy looks were shot between both. He would try his hardest to stare her down with as much loathing as he could fake.

When she looked at him, his heart felt cold. He despised anyone to have as much power over him as she did. Even if that power was not evident, he felt it in everything he did.

He didn't like that.

And in ways, he did hate her. He hated her and in the beginning, he didn't have a reason. But as time was spent, reasons became apparent. It was the way she would lightly touch him, sending shivers throughout his whole body; and he could swear she would do it purposely.

They were polar opposites, which is the only reason he could think of to loathe her in the beginning.

No, opposites do not attract. This is one statement he lives by… Or at least tries to. He couldn't tolerate all those icy feelings he had whenever she was around. It was hardly bearable.

She was the ice.

And in odd dimensions of this world he was attracted to not fire… but ice.

Any look she gave to anyone was icy, it was absurd! He wasn't sure how can she have so much hatred in this world to equally bestow amongst everyone. Especially him.

She saved extra hatred to contribute to him. Like everyone else had enough, but he always needed a little bit more. Why there was such a dislike he would never understand.

"I really do hate you," she said softly as she pushed the door open because he didn't have the slightest courtesy to hold it for her.

"I know," he muttered. They just emerged to the chilly outside. She looked up towards the sky as she grasped her duffel bag full of extra clothes much tighter. He watched and wondered what was going through her mind.

"It's going to rain soon too," she said casually, answering his question. And he nodded looking up and feeling a couple quick droplets which were barely noticeable. An old orange-red basketball was cradled loosely under his arm while he lightly tapped his fingers on it.

Everyone else passed them up and was heading back to their dorms before the storm came. But she was stopped.

"The storm is going to be here any minute, why don't you run back to your dorm before it does?" He asked awkwardly. It was like he was starting an informal conversation and he wanted to stop himself, but she answered too quickly.

"Because of that," she pointed, and he noticed the rain which picked up an enormous amount extremely fast.

"Are you afraid of the rain or something?"

"No need for your smart ass mouth right now," she said all too lightly. She pulled her duffel bag up on her shoulder and rubbed her bare arms.

"Well I'm out," he announced, but she said nothing. He stopped slightly to look at her. She never looks pathetic, but he could see it in her eyes. "What's the problem now?"

"Did I ever say there was one?"

"No, but I can tell."

She sighed and looked around as thunder began booming and lighting started. The rain picked up, as she stood under the gym. He ran back under the gym himself declaring he didn't want to get wet.

"I just don't like storms. That's all," she admitted, but he knew there had to be more than that.

"You don't like a lot of things, but you deal. So what's the real problem here?" Logan asked her and she rolled her eyes looking out at the long walk ahead.

"There is no problem; I don't want to get wet."

"Do you think I'm stupid or something?" He asked, but quickly said, "don't answer that." And Logan could see a slight smile form on the very edges of her mouth.

"You're not normal, Dana. You could care less if you get wet. So spit it out." Again, she rolled her eyes, and began walking out in the rain.

Her focus was straight, and she walked very stiffly, but as soon as a loud crash of thunder hit, she ran right back under the gym. Logan couldn't help himself and started laughing. Dana dropped her duffel bag on the ground and crossed her arms.

"Something amusing?" She asked in her slight ticked attitude she always flaunts.

"You're afraid of storms!" He yelled as the street lights all around PCA began turning on. No one else was walking near them; everyone rushed out of the rainstorm.

"No I'm not!"

He gave her a suspicious look, and her shoulders slumped.

"So what?" She asked letting her guard down for this moment only.

"I never said it was a problem, I just find it really funny."

"Well that's great and all, but can you call Zoey or something and ask her to come get me?" She said to him, and he gave her an odd look.

"Why would you bug Zoey?" Logan asked with his eyebrows scrunched up.

"I don't have any other choices!"

"Face your fears." He suggested and she looked at him with another set of icy eyes.

"That's like me asking you to go a week without looking in a mirror."

He grabbed her duffel bag from the ground, and began walking out towards the rain.

"And what do you think you're doing?" She asked him while he turned around and grabbed her cold hand to guide her walking.

His hand felt on fire, while hers felt so cold.

"I would offer you my coat, but you hate me," he said while dragging her back to her dorm.

"And because you're selfish."

"That too," Logan said with a smirk.

Every time lightening would appear or there was a noise, she would squeeze his hand. It was a long walk all the way back, and it was dark, cold, and wet outside. Both of them hated this feeling and were in a rush to get back to the dorms as quickly as they can.

A huge flash of lightening and a deafening crash of thunder happened, and she let go of his hand hugging herself.

"I'm soaked and cold! Come on, let's go!" He yelled over the loud rain, but she whimpered lightly. He had never seen her like this, looking so pathetic and scared. Her body shook as her head was buried in her arms. He tried pulling her, but she kept hugging herself.

He wondered what in the world he was supposed to do. He didn't want to stay out here and keep getting wet, but he wasn't so mean to just leave her there.

While groaning he tried to talk her out of her stance of fear, which did no good.

Doing a very unlikely thing, Logan dropped Dana's duffel bag and wrapped his arms around her body.

"What do you think your doing?" She asked all of a sudden sending him to trip backwards and away from her. Never in his life had he felt so stupid. Rain kept pelting the ground around them as both stared at each other.

"I hate you too, I hope you realize," Logan said but Dana interrupted by kissing him.

She backed away as rain covered her already soaked face and said, "I hate you more though," and there was no smile attached either. Her face was straight, but he grabbed it anyways and pulled her to him.

Her lips were icy, and his were on fire.

Yes, he did hate her.

XXX