Gojo opened his eyes, finding himself lying on ice. All of his body hurt like hell; it was cold, too cold for him to even feel his fingers. The last thing he could remember was feeling Blue Ice's power exploding several folds.
He looked up and saw her.
Blue Ice sat on a throne of ice, wearing a one-piece white dress of compacted snow. She was as beautiful as he remembered, but something about her was different. Her legs and arms were covered in pale silver chitin, two fuzzy antennae sprouted from her head, and a large pair of moth wings extended out of her back.
"You're finally awake, my sweeting." She spoke, causing the ice beneath Gojo to rise and lift him. "I've been waiting."
Before the ice could set, Gojo started heating his body with a torrent of unexhaustible fire.
"Blue Ice! What did you do?"
She looked at him with a smile and giggled, her voice ringing across the empty throne room like bells.
