<div class="floatleft">(http://marvelitesxmen.files.wordpress.com/2011/07/emma_frost_by_aly_fell.jpg)</div><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>  Name:</strong>     Emma Frost<br/>  <strong>Title:</strong>          White Queen<br/>  <strong>Affiliation:</strong>  Resistance<br/>  <strong>Location:</strong>   New York, Westchester<br/>  <strong>Tags:</strong>        Cyclops<br/><br/></span></span><hr/><br/>THEN:<br/><br/>It was supposed to be a beautiful day.<br/><br/>Emma had awoken in the arms of the man she loved, Scott Summers. After a passion filled night of love makeing.<br/>She showerd and ate a modest breakfast with him in their room and then changed into her white uniform.<br/>She headed down to teach her ethics class, they were looking at the implications of using telepathy to help cure brain tramua.<br/>Was it ethically correct? Did it go against the natural order of things? Frost prepared arguments for and against.<br/>Half way through the class she buckled over with pain grasping at her head. "Arghhhhhh!" as did her telepathic students in the room. It was a feeling she had once before...at....dear God....Genosha. Without thinking she turned into her dimond form, just as a large expolision rippeled through the school. "Nooooooooooooooo!" She screamed.<br/><br/>This wasn`t happening again, this WASN`T happening AGAIN.<br/><br/>But it was. Emma was flung through the air as the room was engulfed in flames, glass shattering, the screams of her young students. Frost was flung directly through what had been the glass roof and out of the x-mansion.<br/>Frost then tumbelled down the hill, further and further, faster and faster. She was flung off over the moutainside and to the water below. Still in her dimond form she would have been surely killed otherwise.<br/>The sheer force of hitting the rocks below knocked her clean out.<br/><br/>Eventully she came around, now in her human form. Her head was splitting. She pullked herself off the rocks and towards the samll beach area. She attempted to scan for the minds of her fellow X-men and students.<br/>She simply sensed nothing. Emma fought back the tears and suited up once more and started climbing the rockface.<br/>Twenty minutes later she was walking around the ruins of the Xaviers School for gifted youngsters.<br/>Her students were dead, this was a massicare. She felt dimond tears running down her cheecks, she turned flesh once more.<br/>The entire school was completely levalled. Emma dropped to her knees and screamed. "Nooooooooooooo!"<br/><br/>She made her way into what had been the town of Westchester and saw it was completely nuk`d too. The surrounding shops and homes, all gone. Emma was devistated she could not stop crying, this was like a nightmare.<br/>She found some food by nightfall from what had been the supermarket. She made a fire and sat infront of it.<br/>Was she the only surviver? Who had done this? Emma found her telepathy was off as well, she couldn`t get a lock on anyone but it felt like it was been blocked. Emma made herself a fire and sat by it, still in utter shock.<br/>The next morning she was awoken by the sound of a dog barking. It was a littel white dog, a Westie Breed.<br/>He was barking at her, Frost sadly smiled, she hated dogs, ironic this was her only companion. He had a red collar that said  Rusty. Emma had no idea how a mere dog had survived but he had....just like her...and as much as she wanted to lay down and die she was a Frost, she was a surviver.<br/><br/>She took Rusty into her arms and started to walk towards the City, she could see the smoke from here. New York had been attacked. Her mind raced as who could have done this? Which terrorist? Doom? Sinister? the Red Skull?<br/>Who had finally snapped and obliterated New York.<br/><br/>Emma`s mind turned to her lost friends. Scott...oh god Scott.<br/><br/>The love of her life.<br/><br/>Was he dead? The only man she had ever truly loved.<br/>Emma started crying again, the dog whineing as she did, once again Frost collapsed by the side of the road.<br/>She was completely and utterly overcome with grief.