A BAR SOMEWHERE IN ALOLA

A particular spikey haired blunette sat at the bar counter with a notebook and pen. Frost had no real need for paper anymore, with her cybernetic body she could store countless amounts of data to access in her files whenever she wished, but she had always been kind of old school in that she appreciated having a hard copy of things she planned to do. The sensation of paper drew her inspiration in ways that code could not. It was the reason why past inferior models could not match her in either Kombat or adaptability. Cyber Sektor and Cyrax and Smoke and even the Cyber version of her Sifu Sub-Zero; they had all lots their souls entirely. Not her, she had all the tireless durability of a machine, with all the autonomy and creativity of a human and even the sheer fighting spirit of someone who'd been fighting in the streets all her life. None of the weaknesses, all of the strengths. In short; she was perfection.

Or so she thought..

Frost had never suffered from doubting herself. She was someone who knew what she wanted and always went for it, consequences be dammed. When she arrived to the World Tree she immediately saw an area ripe for Konquest. Though she no longer had Kronika's support, she still had all the plans of the Time Lord stored in her data base. It would be a simple matter of building a factory somewhere and start harvesting brains of fighters she could cyberize and turn into her own personal army. All in these many worlds would see her glory, no matter how many people she had to kill. The more, the better as far as he was concerned.

But Frost had failed to consider one critical factor.

What would her new friend Suiren think of all that?

It was with great horror that Frost realized something just then. When she befriended Suiren and Iona, she had made herself vulnerable in the worst way. She now had someone she cared for. Sub-Zero never truly cared for her, not really, she had been his heir, a replacement for when he eventually died, he would have never let her be her own self, and Kronika? They had been business partners, nothing more. The key difference between them and Suiren was simple, but crucial.
e Unlike Sub-Zero and Kronika, she cared for what Suiren thought of her.

"Cute kid, that your little sister?" Frost's attention was pulled away from her trance as the bartender started talking to her. Blue eyebrows furrowed down wondering what he was talking about and she saw that she had written no notes of conquering worlds in her notebook. Instead, she had started drawing Suiren and Iona, and the cyber ninja stared in mute surprise down at their smiling faces.

"Yeah.. sort of.." She answered the bartender quietly, at a loss of what to truly say.

But there was no doubt in her mind that she could not continue on her path. The very idea of seeing disappointment in Suiren's eyes terrified her. Frost never had a friend before and to fail Suiren gnawed at her once cold heart in ways she had never experienced before. Though her selfishness was very much a core of her, she knew she could never return to being the person she once was. Not if it meant disappointing Suiren.

"Crap..."