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Click, click, click. Heels were loud upon the iced ground, no focus upon the surrounding world around her. No care was shown upon her face, and it was instead shown upon the phone. Work was being done as she tapped, tapped, tapped away. Ice littered the ground in variating places, and Weiss couldn’t help but shiver at the frigid air. A huff was sent out into the air, even if it was visible, her brow furrowed.
“Damn Jack Frost, making everything so cold.” She hugged her coat closer to her body, even if it wasn’t buttoned up, it still provided enough heat for her to be comfortable. The problem wasn’t her arms or torso being cold, rather her legs were uncovered and nearly shaking if she didn’t hold any control over them. If anything, the heiress just wanted to get to her father’s building before she froze and broke into tinier chunks. Her father was one of the leading ammunition producers in the world, as it was. So, she was naturally in line next after her sister, Winter, who gave up the position to go into the military.
The feeling of cold balled into snow-white locks, and she nearly screeched, tensing and an arm reached up to feel what it was. It was … snow? Jeez, the coldest season was arriving earlier and earlier around her, it seemed. Stopping in her tracks, she could only furrow her brow further before turning around to look for something -- anything that could’ve thrown a snowball at her. She was met with someone, which surprisingly, had snow white hair and ice-blue eyes. What was most striking was how frost seemed to grow on his pants and sweatshirt. She looked down to his feet, frowning when she saw there weren’t any shoes.
“Excuse me, but where are you shoes?” Her voice broke the silence, as snobbish as her friend Ruby would’ve ever thought. Hands graced her hips as she frowned, nearly glaring at the poor individual. “Do you have any decency? It’s freezing cold out and you’re only wearing capris and a sweatshirt!”
Surprise laced the other’s features, eyebrows shot skyward, and jaw dropped near to the ground. He couldn’t help but feel confused at her words. Wooden staff held in his hand, he was clearly tense. Weiss once again shifted her posture, this time arms crossed over one another.
“Well? What do you have to say for yourself--?”
“You can see me?”
The question had caught the heiress off guard, and now she was the one confused. “Excuse me?”
“I … I said, you can see me?” He asked a second time, his own pale finger pointing towards himself.
“Well, of course I can! Ugh, I’m running late,” Hands dug into her coat pocket, only to reveal a wallet being pulled out. “Just --- take this and go buy yourself some shoes. And don’t think of throwing another snowball at my head again!”
Before he could even get his hands properly onto the currency, the icly girl was already walking away from him. Well, he couldn’t exactly blame her, since she did seem to be in a bit of a hurry. With a grin, he stuffed the money into his pocket, thinking about her again. She did look peculiar for a human, what with the white hair and overly pale skin. What was it that made her look so familiar, though? He tried shrugging off the subject, though began to search billboards with people’s faces, trying to figure out what made the girl seem like an acquaintance. He hummed, looking around as he dragged the wooden staff onto the ground, thinking. She also had a good job of balancing on heels when she was walking on ice. He could only try to shrug it off again, put it to the back of his mind, but it stayed there, lingering. “I, Jack Frost, will figure out who that girl is.”
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Weiss groaned as she walked into her father’s company building, only to straighten again whenever the receptionist came into view. A gentle smile graced upon her lips as she walked forward, graceful strides as she continued with a wave.
Sighing, she followed a group of businessmen to an elevator, watching them leave one by one. Stiff posture and a gentle smile stayed upon her face until the last one left. She had been itching to press the close button, and felt relief when there wasn’t anyone yelling ‘hey wait!’. She wanted a few moments of peace and quiet before she spoke with her father. The reasoning for coming to the company was unknown, but she had been watching him turn to worse and worse health throughout the past two years. Was she getting the company early? She was only eighteen -- it would be far too big of a responsibility for her! She began to chew her lip in her thought process, taking off her overcoat in the process, it was starting to get a bit too toasty for her liking. The elevator ride ended sooner than she wanted too, anyways.
Stepping off, the near-empty floor echoed with her heels as she walked towards her father’s office. Her pulse was almost pounding within her ears as she continued down the path, even her stomach churned with the small lunch she’d eaten only a half hour before. She came to a stop at the door, reading ‘SCHNEE’, a snowflake underneath the silver-engraved letters upon the wooden door. It would be a lie if she said she weren’t tacky, or just any kind of ugly. Adjusting herself, she smoothed her dress, and fixed her ponytail to be just right, a knuckle tapping upon the door modestly.
The door opened immediately, and she smiled gently at her father. A curtsy was brought quickly as she watched for a reaction. “Father.” Once finished with her greeting, his hand gestured to the seat in front of his desk. Luxurious, a mahogany desk, polished oak, and leather made up the seat she perched herself upon. Her back stood perfectly parallel as she watched him. Terrified, she was utterly terrified. And slightly nauseous.
"Weiss, do you know why I asked you to join me today?"
"No, father. You didn't send any specifics to why I was to come to you, anyways." Her voice was softer than when she was speaking to the stranger before, intimidating nearly cracking through her voice. She couldn't help but wring her hands at the sound of his voice, either.
“Darling, I recently got told that Winter would be discharged from the Military.”
“W-What? Why?” She frowned, confused as to one, why he was telling her this, and two, what happened.
“She’d finally figured that she wanted to be Heiress of the Schnee Ammunition Company. And darling, I bribed them.”
“W...What? What am I supposed to do?”
A look of irritation crossed upon her father’s features, and she sighed.
“Nevermind, Father. I know it was selfish of me to not be thinking of my Singing or Dancing.” She tensed after he sat back down, starting to work again.
“You are dismissed.” Not a single note of emotion came through his words, and she stood, walking out without another glance at him, the floor taking her attention.
It was admirable, of course, how smart Winter was, though Weiss couldn’t help but want a part of that. Her grades were always a point or two short of Winter’s, and she couldn’t help but get angry about it. She wanted to be as good -- no, better than her sister. She wanted to prove something to her father. She wanted to prove she was good at everything, so she took up about as many things as she could set her mind too. Sword fighting, etiquette classes, horse riding, dancing, singing, playing instruments, hell, she even tried to get into more physical things. It never worked out. She knew she was going to be below Winter, and it kindled a flame of loneliness and despair for her.
Not to mention, her father was always trying to push her to get more with the ‘Singing’ schtick. She couldn’t help but go to her friend, Ruby Rose, who ran a local bookstore with the help of her sister, Yang Xiao Long, and another friend, Blake Belladonna.
Which is probably somewhere she’ll be heading to now. She pulled her phone back out and began to type, hoping that Ruby would be as quick as she always is.
[TEXT: Ruby/Dolt.] hey, ruby? can i come by to just hang with you at the bookstore?
[RECEIVED: Ruby/Dolt.] huh? oh of course weiss! come on down!! :DD
She smiled, putting her phone away only to have bumped into someone else again.