Chapter Ninety-eight: do you think it'll work?

                                    

                                          






Krystal's POV






   It's pretty difficult to explain the meaning behind the birth of Frost and me. It was complicated. We were identical twins. We shared the same soul and at the same time, we didn't. How do I put it? We had different souls, but a fragment of each of our souls lived in the other, making us one and at the same time, two. Our spirits were joined and our bond was unbreakable.
   Frost is said to be the second and I, the first. There had never been a record of twins born into the lineage of the winter guardian until us. Now this is why our birth was complicated. Frost was born to protect me, to act as a shield and a replacement if anything should ever happen to me, and at the same time, I was bound to protect him. I was his master and again, he was mine. I lived to protect him and he lived to serve me but again, the roles were switched. It was like a constant push and pull.
   It didn't fully make sense, but it was our reality. He could harness my powers at will and I could take his powers from him. How can someone who can tap into my powers without my permission lose his powers to me? If I take his powers, he could always just use mine to restore his. Do you see how twisted it is? Neither Mom nor I could figure out why we were like that, but it was so.
   The point is that as his master and his… underling, I could invoke his true powers out of him and if he wished, he could decline my order. It was like we had powers over each other and we did not. I only told his guardian soul to awaken but if he chose to, he could reject the order, but he didn't. I knew Frost couldn't control this power at will because controlling it meant he would always question my authority. It was almost as if his presence was a threat to my position and at the same time, he could not take over. The whole thing drives me nuts.
   "Sister," he called sharply, a cold breath leaving his mouth. He walked toward me and tenderly picked a lock of my foggy hair in his hand. "I hear your thoughts, I see what it is. Do you think it'll work?" And this one could access my thoughts effortlessly.
   I looked at Merlynn who had a questioning look on his face. I gave him a small smile and returned my gaze to Frost, staring into his empty blue glowing eyes. "I'm going to try. Will you help me?"
   "Hmm," he hummed, freezing the lock of hair. "Anything for you, my dearest sister. But if we're going to increase the chances of success…" he trailed off. Frost pinned his index and middle fingers together and placed them in the middle of his bare chest. I watched as he infused it with energy, causing a blue bolt glow to slowly rise from the spot in his chest, in a diamond shape.
   The small-shaped diamond glow quickly expanded once the light was bright enough, then a flow of energy rushed up his chest and his throat. He shoved his other hand into his mouth and when he pulled it back out, he held a small pearl-shaped bead between his fingers, the same color as the energy in his chest. The energy was from the stone the sorcerer Damian was after.
   Frost stretched his hand out. I daintily picked it up and placed it on my chest. The energy gets absorbed into my chest. I shuddered from the new flow of energy. It wasn't a power that should stay in me for too long. "Then, I'll leave."
   "I wish you luck, Sister," I gave him a curt nod, looked at Lynn, and smiled at him once more. "I'll explain later," I mouthed to him before turning around and running off.
   Icy stood on an ice pillar, staring down as her army fell to decay one after the other. Most of the undead were trapped inside ice crates and decayed inside, while the living either had their chest torn out by ice or earth spikes or body crisped by fire. She couldn't believe her eyes, I could tell. Just one trap wiped out her years of hard work.