I don't know who pushed through the portal, the only two things I know is isn't wasn't Ladybug, and I'm akumatized. And also on a mountain slope. Whoever pushed me through, we're they saving me, or taking me away from Marinette so I couldn't rescue her. Questions swirl in my head, but I don't have any answers. It doesn't matter, and I take stock of my situation.

I turn slowly so not to fall and tumble down the hill that would turn me into a giant snowball and look down into the valley. A wide river ribbon glitters in the sunlight, but I feel the sense to be up high, and so I begin to climb. Its slow, heavy work for the snow though fluffy is thick and hard to trudge through.

Not like it matters. I'm still devoid of pain and feeling after Marinette betrayed me. Maybe whoever pushed me through saved me for now I can live out my days alone. Step after step. Breath after breath. I finally reach the top of the slope just as the sun is glowing red and the wind is started to pick up.

Luckily, there's a forest ahead and I can make a shelter with leaves and branches. The birds chatter and twitter gaily, but fall silent when I walk by, some even flying away as fast as possible. The woods smell of pine and I take a deep breath, feeling calmer. One of my cat ears turns hearing the gentle ripple of a stream close by, and I realize how dry my throat is for water.

I lap water from the stream, splashing a handful on my face, and feeling refreshed. Sitting back on my haunches, that's when my blood runs cold. Blue eyes stare back at me, and my suit is now as white as the snow. These eyes are different then my usual gentle green, rather a piercing blue color. No wonder the birds stopped singing and flew away, I must look like some kind of monster to them. Shrugging it off, I head back into the trees to make a shelter before the sun sets completely.

I find a pile of large sturdy branches in a pile, its a possibility that the heavy snow caused this tree to topple. With my super strength, I drag and arrange until I have a cozy nest for the night. I curl up in a ball, wondering if I'll be able to sleep through the night. At least I have the murmur of the stream to listen to.

Sometime during the night, I must of at least dozed off, because my eyes open to the rising sun. Its cozy in my little shelter, and I'm tempted just to stay here.

The peacefulness of the forest has once again return, or perhaps the birds can't see me in my shelter. I listen to their trilling and tweeting, but then a different sound graces the forest, one that doesn't have feathers.

There's a crunching sound of footsteps over the snow, and my cat hearing is so sharp, I can tell it is a girl from the light tread. Though my hideout is a little ways off the path, I still see it clearly and gasp.

Marinette is on the path, wearing a cloak and carries a sturdy looking backpack. What are the odds that we'd be in the same forest, at the same time so close to each other? Even if I don't trust her, she shouldn't be in the woods alone without the guide. Or at least someone to keep her safe. I crawl slowly out of my den, and I can feel the pins and needles feeling as I've been in one position so long.

"Marinette, stop!" She's turned away from me, but stops. Slowly, she turns in a small circle her bluebell eyes darting, looking. "Who's there?" she calls out in a crisp firm voice. She doesn't sound a bit scared, no she sounds like the girl who I would spend all my free time with: Ladybug.

Pain lashes out at me like a whip, knocking me to the ground, and I collapse in the snow. "Marinette, you have to…." She's headed this way, but she could walk right past me for at the moment I resemble a clump of snow. But she has seen me, for she kneels down in the snow. "Cat?" she whispers, brushing my bangs back from my forehead. "Princess?" "You've been akumatized?" her voice is hushed, as if the trees are listening. "It would appear so." "But how? Hawkmoth no longer possess the power of the Miraculous." "It must that magician. Maybe his power can create satsumas even without a Miraculous."

A feel a cold tear splash onto my cheek. "No one has been akumatized in years. Why? And why now?" "I think he's targeting you specifically, Marinette." "But why would he akumatize you?" "I suppose he thought he could use my negative emotions to get to you." Marinette looks around. "We need to get to shelter. Can you walk?" "If you can give me a hand." "Of course." I stand, brushing snow of my suit. "I'm still mad at you, you know." "Let's get to shelter, and worry about it then."

We walk in silence, which is so unlike us. At noon, I think I'm going to pass out from hunger, and Marinette walks along the riverbank. "The water will be to cold for fish," I tell her. "I'm looking for greens. Here!"

Marinette plunges her hands into the cold water, and pulls out a handful of waterchesnuts. "Here, I know its not much, but its a start." She pours some into my hand, and one by one we eat them slowly.

She's looking at me, a longing look on her face. I stare back. "Why aren't you afraid of me?" "Why would I be? You'll always be my Cat Noir." She stands quickly, and heads back to the trail without waiting for me.

I leap up, and overtake her on the path quickly. "You should be. And I'm not your Cat Noir, I'm Cat Blanc." "I love Cat Blanc just as much as I love Cat Noir." "Would you still love me if you knew I could do this? Cataclysm!" A white bright ball of destruction appears in my hand, and I toss into a nearby tree, sending it to explode. "You broke my heart, Marinette. Betrayed me." "If you would only listen and tell me where the akuma is…." I cut her off with a sharp laugh, but there's no humor to this.

"You couldn't purify the akuma even if you wanted to do! Only M'lady can do that! And where is she, Marinette?" "Cat…" she reaches out her hands to me, but I turn my back on her. "Let's just go."

As I start walking forward, I feel like I've been plunged into a world of gloom and darkness. This isn't me. At least I should Marinette the chance to explain, but I feel hurt and betrayed. Worst of all, she isn't the first person to make me feel this way. Father keeping secrets from me when Mother was still alive, but sick. Even if Mother herself would have wanted to tell me, Father forbade it. When Mother got sick, I made a promise to always be good and be quiet so Mother could heal. And then she disappeared, and Father told me nothing. Did he ever love me? I remember spending days in my room, alone and scared now without Mother to comfort me, the only thing that would make me smile was my aunt Amile and Felix visiting.

"There's a cabin in the distance. Will spend the night there, okay?" I just give her a terse nod, and go back to ignoring her. This wicked beast of cruel emotions has made its home in me, and no matter how much I want to shake it free, it clings tightly.

Around dusk, we reach the cabin and its a relief to be inside. The inside is dark, but Marinette searches for candles and soon the room is an aglow with light.

A fireplace sits in the middle of the room, and I quickly build a fire. Marinette wanders into the kitchen while I work, and soon I hear the sound of chopping along with my growling stomach. She comes back into the living room after awhile, carrying a small black cauldron. "May I?" she asks, just before I light the match for the fire. "I've got it," I tell her, taking the heavy kettle from her hands, and as we do our hands brush slightly.

A jolt of electricity goes through me, and our eyes meet. Surely, she felt that too. But if she did, Marinette doesn't say anything, rather she goes back into the kitchen coming back with a pan of biscuits.

The soup and biscuits are excellent, and I can tell they've been made with love. I'm sleepy after the warm meal and lay down staring into the flames. The flames dance and leap, and play tricks with my eyes and I grow very sleepy.

I drift off, but not before feeling the weight of a blanket draped over me, and Marinette cuddled up to my side. If I wasn't so bone weary I might hiss at her, but the warmth is nice. "I never meant to hurt you," she whispers, her hands finding my hair. "There's nothing between me and Felix, he knew me from a long time ago. Cat, your the one I love. It has always been you, and no one but you, whoever is hiding beneath the mask."

"When you ran," her voice catches but I stay silent, "When you ran, you took half my heart with you. Please, trust me. I will never device you like that. You have my love and my trust." I open my mouth, but she places a finger to my lips. "Just because I'm not ready to share everything, doesn't mean I won't."

All at once, all the love I've felt for her over the years comes rushing back warm and wonderful. I tug at my bell. "I'm sorry I ever doubted you, love. Do you still love me?" She's crying, but smiling too. "Yes." "Don't I get a kiss?" "Yes," she says again, "But first we have a akuma to take care of."