A/N: Here's a couple of lines to keep you placated whilst I work on another big chapter for y'all!
I'm sorry for the length, but I keep forgetting about it.
Here you go!
It's almost three chapters later when the book falls out of my hands, and I, slightly distracted and disturbed by the fact I have powers (literally for god's sake), attempt to try it.
I extended my fingers, attmepted weird hand contortion, and- nothing.
I am tempted to pick up the book again and leave it alone, but then I think of Barry.
I wanted to impress him, I admit; I wanted to show him I was worth something.
I clench my hand unconsciously, and then when I open it again, there's a single, perfect lightning bolt.
My face lights up, and then I think of Barry and the Flash and the lightning bolt, and suddenly they're little ice sculptures everywhere and the euphoria of creating and creating is like a drug.
The ice sculptures stick together and meld and form into new shapes, a giant wave of new objects, one after another.
A/N: So basically Caitlin's having a bit of an Elsa moment while I work out some kinks in the story and then plot the final destination that this story is gonna take.