The ice burnt the inside of her lungs yet it never bothered her too much. The current temperature was negative one hundred forty six and Y/n was still alive though her hair always turned a strange shade of white under this severe level of cold. Amelie watched as she sat in the room the frost building up on the edges of the window. Talon had attempted creating another Widowmaker yet what they got was Frostbite. Just as capable of an assassin yet far colder. As soon as the simulation stopped the woman left her hair still a dazzling white and her skin pale. Yet as she stumbled out of the room Amelie caught her arm with a gentle grasp her golden eyes dancing with curiosity. "How do you with stand that?" Her question was not uncommon yet Y/n never thought that the French woman would ever speak to her directly.

"I'm not sure. I suppose my prosthetics help." Amelie had no time to respond as Y/n gently removed her arm from her grasp walking off as the heat of the hallways returned. Sometime soon she would see her comrade again yet she knew it wouldn't be too long if a wait.

{Part two}