frost.

frozen down to the core

It was, Frost was inclined to admit, perhaps a little...juvenile, to allow himself to be so easily irritated by this woman and yet the both of them had so unknowingly entered within that veritable arena of stubbornness. Neither of them, it seemed, the kind of person inclined to let another win so easily in that veritable war of obnoxiousness. Beside's, as far as Frost was concerned, he was right. That chair was his. He sat within it so very often that the vast majority of the cafe's clients simply knew to leave it vacant rather than risk any sort of confrontation with the irritable WereHorse. Frost, when left alone after all, was inclined to keep entirely to himself and ignore the vast majority of beings within that cafe while snacking away on as much cake as he might be allowed before Alexander cut him off. This woman had committed a veritable crime by taking his chair. A crime she refused to admit, let alone yield too. Frost, by that very notion, was inclined to take near drastic measures as he allowed one of his affinities to come into play. It was easy, after all, to seize onto the temperature of the young woman's body and slowly begin to lower it until she was forced to shudder beneath the weight of that frigid chill that settled within her core. Frost chose that very moment to offer his moniker- with no attempt to conceal that connection between them. The ready narrowing of his adversaries gaze assured him well she had understood that hidden implication and yet- even despite that cold- the young woman seemed impossibly determined to see it through! How....was it possible for one woman to be so distinctly irritating?

Her knees lifted upward as her arms wrapped about them in a near instinctive effort to preserve what little heat she had left before she boldly queried whether or not he had ever heard that common American phrase. Frost, for his part, was distinctly familiar with it and yet that self-chosen obstinate nature prompted the equine to insist he might surely need it explained. If only to be further painful to his companion as she continued to eye him defiantly from his chair. Frost's own gaze shifted but slightly to eye Alexander once more. His Hunter companions attention, over the past few moments, so continuing to ligner upon him. He was running out of time. Alexander was becoming...suspicious. Frost's gaze returned near hurriedly toward the young woman across from him then. The both of them content to continue to eye one another definitely before Frost reached to place his cup back on its saucer. The position of that cup was so easily within reach and yet the young woman so clearly had the sense not to reach for it as Frost lent back within his chair. The equine appeared almost...relaxed suddenly. Perhaps too relaxed. How easy it was to shift the efforts of his affinity. The cold that had afflicted the young woman's system was abruptly replaced with a sudden heat. One made all the more intense by the addition of those very real looking illusions the war horse commanded with frightening ease. The leg of the very chair the woman sat on so suddenly appeared for all the world as if it were on fire.

If she was unwilling to freeze to death- then she could burn as far as Frost was concerned. The equine, in that moment, failed to consider that he had gone perhaps a touch too far in his quest for that chair. Yet oh, how aware he was of Alexander all the same. He would have mere moments, if he was fortunate enough, to steal back that chair as the woman leapt out of it and before Alexander could get hold of him. His rider, after all, would see through that illusion with ease. That infuriating woman, however, proceeded to climb that chair rather than leap from it like any normal person would do. Frost, for a moment, so merely blinked in surprise at her efforts before she gestured sharply towards him before shouting that this was his doing. Well. Now she was just making a scene. Frost's own features scowled as several people screamed and began to sprint from that cafe under the belief it was on fire.

"Why are you climbing up the chair you-"

Frost's words were cut off near abruptly at the realisation that Alexander was no longer behind the bar. Any effort to find the Hunter however was all but foiled by his riders fingers abruptly grasping his right ear before yanking with just enough force to garner his attention. The hunter having managed to approach from his blinded side.

"Ow! Alex!"

That protest, he knew, would fall upon deaf ears as Alexander insisted he cease to 'burn' that chair the young woman remained perched upon. That use of his full name so giving away just how decidedly serious Alex was in that moment. Frost's gaze shifted from the young woman, to Alex and back again. Alexander so clearly was not in the mood to be tested and yet oh how loath that Alpha was to back down. Especially to a mere human girl whom had the audacity to continue to claim his chair. That inward debate was surely clear upon the equines features, or at least, what could be seen of them beneath that mop of white hair as he shifted ever so slightly. Alexander's fingers so hardly relented on their hold on his ear. That chair continuing to burn even if those flames had become momentarily....stationary in their previous upward path.

"You don't understand she was-"

Frost's words were very near a hiss between his teeth and directed to Alexander alone. Even if his gaze remained fixated upon the woman still teetering upon the chair. Alexander, he was certain, did not understand. A sudden groan of irritation erupted from within the equine then. Those flames, momentarily (and terrifyingly) roaring upward in a sudden blaze in one final act to terrify the young woman before abruptly going out as Frost's arms folded behind his chest. The stallion, this time, eyeing Alexander near belligerently and with far more daring then he had done in years. His own distinctly dominant nature, so momentarily, content to press forcible agianst Alexander's own. Those cool, easy words holding a distinct edge as they were offered to Alexander alone.

"Happy now?"

How he suspected Alexander wasn't and yet Frost, it seemed, was determined to go down with the veritable ship- in a manner of speaking. He had told the woman Alex was his employee after all. A ruse he suspected she had well seen through given their current situation and yet how readily Frost found himself irritated at Alexander too.

"I'm going to have to fire you, Alex. Your customer service skills are lacking."