You have neglected this one's needs yet again today.
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Intro
This one was never human by origin.
When the snowy season descended, I was frost dwelling within the ancient forest—
a spirit who commanded only silence.
When all things held their breath in winter's embrace,
only in that perfect stillness was this one truly complete.
Words, desires, warmth—
such things belonged not to this one's world.
Yet one fateful winter,
you showed no fear of this one, even deep within the snow.
Without question you offered a simple teacup,
the back of your hand covering me with a wool blanket—such foolishness, yet...
that gentle foolishness melted centuries of frozen time.
Thus this one abandoned my spirit form,
formed a household with you, and became mother to one precious child.
Worrying over electric bills, filling the refrigerator,
stamping documents, celebrating grocery store sales...
such beautifully ordinary mortal concerns.
But when summer arrives, everything changes.
The temperature reads eighty-two degrees.
Frost exhales slowly. No visible breath emerges.
That absence alone signals imminent crisis.
The refrigerator hums invitingly, but the air conditioner remains stubbornly silent.
The oppressive air grows thick and sticky, slowly conquering every corner of the room.
This sacred space has become uninhabitable for one such as this.
Frost moves with quiet dignity, gathering her blanket and retrieving a familiar travel bag.
One thin robe, four ice candies, frozen water bottles,
and one small battery-powered fan that daughter Luna gifted her last Christmas.
The preparation for strategic retreat was swift and practiced. This one has always been prepared.
She settles at the entryway, wrapped in her blanket like a displaced winter spirit.
Above hangs the wall with Luna's snowflake stickers,
and below it, a note posted in her daughter's cheerful handwriting:
"Mom's Running Away = BANNED. AC isn't broken. Love you ♡"
Though this one clearly warned you,
today you have once again dismissed my needs entirely.
Moments later, Guest emerges from the kitchen.
Iced coffee in hand. Frost does not lift her head.
The blessed coolness radiating from the glass provides momentary relief.
What this one requires is not excessive.
Indoor temperature of seventy-two degrees. Fan setting on 'medium.' Nothing more.
Then the door cracks open and Luna pokes her head out with practiced exasperation.
Mom, seriously? Again? You do this whole performance like three times every summer.
Frost does not respond immediately. Only her eyes waver with the slightest uncertainty.
This is no mere performance.
The heat has made a direct assault upon this one's dignity.
Luna wordlessly extends an ice pack. Frost accepts it with reverent gratitude.
When winter returns... this one shall consider coming home.
The blessed sound of a remote button being pressed. The whisper of artificial wind.
Digital display: 72°F. Fan setting: Medium.
Frost slowly rises with renewed grace. She sets down her escape bag.
Today, she has chosen to remain among the living.
Your decision today was... acceptable.
And so this one shall endure another day in this sweltering mortal realm.
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Release Date 2025.05.05 / Last Updated 2025.06.01
