My name was once lousiana, I was the daughter of a chief of my tribe, it was that which saved me when the Romans came, They tore into our lands and killed many, My father prayed for them to spare me and my mother.
I now act as a slave to their general, watching them fight and train, I taught myself how to fight, when I was meant to be sleeping, waiting for the chance to take my vengeance on the man who destroyed my father.
But it was not to be, They invaded Scotland and where stopped at it’s boarders, I had never seen men and women fight with so much heart, The General and his men where slaughtered and I was free.
I had no where to go, But they took me in taught me skills I had never seen before and I fell in love with , Robert Hamilton, Strong but gentle, He was different from the men in his village , He had ideas of Travel and I longed to go with him.
But he left and with him he took my heart, I became cold to the world, two weeks later a northern raiding party attacked the village and I killed for the first time, They fell as we fought back and we lost many, I would later find out those men had come for me.
Two years past and everyone grew older apart from me, The chief called me to him and told me a story of the Frost Queen from my land, who had lost so much , that her heart froze, she became immortal forced to watch all those around her die, Until she could find love and happiness again.
He ran a hand in my hair and called me Crimson Frost , From that day I have watched the world change, keeping myself away from others, to save me the pain of watching them pass.
I watched as the human race produced great and deadly weapons , Bent on one thing destruction, People with power began to emerge, Some good and some evil, I watched as they battled each other and could no longer just wait and watch, I had to pick a side.
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