we built this city on broken glass

That use of the word 'mate' exchanged in Icelandic first and then so offered in English by his Mother had been a purposeful one in every sense. Frost, those past few weeks, so having come to consider his own relationship with Nadya and that very assurance that they were perhaps something...more than merely just boyfriend and girlfriend any longer. After all, it was with Nadya alone he had taken to considering that family of their own. Frost near curious of how she might react to that word, those thoughts that turned within her mine prompting that touch of a simper to his lips, one that flickered from sight as quickly as it had come. Perhaps, once they returned home, if they survived this, it might well be worth discussing what 'mate' might very well mean. He was wholly prepared for marriage in any sense, not when much still remained so uncertain and yet Nadya was more than his mere girlfriend. Of that he was assured. His feelings for her more...intense then any he truly knew and yet this was terribly unchartered territory for him. Perhaps he might seek Alexanders own advice on this first before holding that conversation with Nadya in turn. That very hug his Mother offered Nadya saw Frost's own aprehension for such a meeting readily dissipate. Even Frost himself momentarily surprised by that query on Nadya's hair and her children in turn and yet, in this place, the matter of children was one openly and readily discussed. His mother, he knew, having held a hope of sorts that Frost himself might have made a family for himself with Nadya in those years he had been away. The stallion softly insisting those children Nadya had were not his own. Katrin, for her part, hardly appearing concerned as Nadya offered their ages.

Any further conversation of those children however was forgotten in the wake of that dinner bell ringing across the compound. The sound of others moving outside prompting that trio to join them. How long it had been since he had heard that sound and yet how quickly he fell back into that old habit of responding to it once more. Frost frowning ever so slightly at that consideration and yet that bell was hardly his concern. His gaze shifted to peer easily through that crowd, several others offering him curious looks, no doubt in wonder off who Nadya and himself were and yet they were hardly inclined to question Katrin in any sense. His Mother walking near protectively beside them both. That sudden, soft, whispered question from Nadya readily saw his attention shift back to the woman at his side. That query upon his name prompting that lift off his lips then as his head nodded.

"Yes. Those close to me, my Mother, you, even some of my half-siblings, if we see them, can all call me by my name. Those not so familiar will use Frost."

It was, perhaps, an easy way to identify just who was close with who within their world. How one addressed another implying either some blood tie or close friendship. Frost moved easily within that crowd then and into the dining hall. The stallion falling into line with his Mother and Nadya in turn as those bowls of food were handed out, Frost eyeing that bran mash with a vague sense of curiosity as he took his place at that long table. He could hardly have been more than fourteen the last time he had sat here and yet how eagerly those memories stirred at his mind. Just where his brothers and sisters ended up he hardly knew. Where they all still alive? Nadya's soft whisper distracted his thoughts once more. His girlfriend declaring that this was not the oatmeal she'd been promised. Frost unable to prevent that slight twitch of amusement that found his lips all the same, that chuckle humming softly beneath his breath.

"There...is oats in it."

That counted, surely. That mash hardly as unappealing to Frost as it was Nadya. That travel had made him hungry, the taste of that food hardy having been forgotten after all these years. Frost content to finish most off his bowl all the same before reaching for Nadya's own. Too much food being left might prompt those Hunters to send her to the Sick Ward, Frost hardly willing to allow such a thing. That empty bowl placed back in front of her now to make it appear as if she had eaten.

"We will see if we can find you something else later tonight, you need to eat something, Naja."

This, he was sure, Nadya would not forget for as long as she lived. Those very thoughts turning within Nadya's mind then and there. Ah, how he would pay for that food later. His own violet gaze lifted briefly then as several Hunters strode down that line and towards the kitchens at the back. Frost content to extend his own affinity towards them and pluck at those thoughts, several scraps of information easily pilfered before Frost shifted his attention back toward his Mother. His words spoken loud enough for Katrin and Nadya alone.

"Tonight, after dinner, could you bring those your trust to the house. I have an idea but I cannot do it alone."

Katrin's head nodded readily and yet neither Mother or son offered terribly many words throughout that meal, despite all that surely needed to be said, neither seeking to draw any attention to themselves in any fashion and yet, even with that illusion so covering his form it seemed they had not gone so entirely unnoticed. That sudden touch of a hand to Frost's shoulder seeing the stallion turn, a blonde woman in her late twenties standing behind him, her hand clutching that of an equally blonde little girl whom could hardly have been more than six years old. The woman seemed vaguely...familiar and yet her name escaped him entirely as she glanced near nervously from Frost, to Katrin, to Nadya herself. The child, for her part, hardly seemed nervous at all as she eagerly spoke to Katrin in that icelandic, his Mother grinning readily at the child before sweeping her up into that hug. Frost merely inclined to stare near blankly at the trio now. That nervous woman, perhaps emboldened by Katrin, at last finding her words. "You probably don't remember me. Frost, isn't it? My....my power lets me see through illusions so I saw you when you came in. I hope you don't mind, it was a long time ago but we, well, I am Aurora and this is my daughter Freyja, they call her Mist here. She, well, she is your daughter. I thought you might like to meet her."

Of all Frost had so anticipated the blonde woman might say, this had hardly been what he had expected. He had, for so long, simply.....pushed those very women and children he had left behind from his thoughts. A part of him simply....unwilling to remember those lives he had surely created only to be denied any true ability to see, to know, to spend time with. It had been....easier that way. Frost's gaze shifting from Aurora then and towards Freya. The girls eyes so strikingly violet that perhaps he should have known the moment he had seen her. The blonde hair nearly as white as his own and yet, in that moment, he was near distinctly aware of Nadya beside him. Frost near....hesitant to interact with that child and yet he had not hidden this truth from Nadya in any sense. They had both known there was every chance some of those children might reappear. Frost inclined to sigh softly then before reaching out his hand to brush against the girls own and draw her attention.

"It is nice to meet you, Freyja. Do you know who I am?"

Her arms tightened all the more around Katrin'a neck. The girl obviously knew her grandmother if nothing else. That shyness seeming to grip her then and yet she nodded all the same. One hand loosening from Katrin's neck to push a little of that striking white gold hair from her eyes. "Mama, told me."

"Did she? That was nice of her."
"Are you going to live here now?"
"No, Im afraid not, I'm just.....visiting.
"Why?"
"Why am I visiting?"
"Yes."
"I...live somewhere else now"

This, it seemed, was a satisfying answer to the girl. Her Mother reaching out to take her hand then. Freyja offering him a near beaming grin as Aurora assured her they could come and see him again later. Frost turning once more toward his own Mother.

"Have you met them all? All your grandchildren."
"Yes dear, Freya is one of your eldest. The oldest is a boy, he is seven. He will be in here somewhere. Would you like to meet him?"
"If you can find his Mother, later tonight, perhaps she can bring him over."

Katrin nodded then as Frost turned once more back to Nadya, his gaze readily meeting his girlfriends own once more. The stallion hardly oblivious to the...unease those very children might present his girlfriend. It was only natural, after all and yet, in this, Nadya so surely had nothing to fear. Frost allowing his fingers to brush but briefly against her own in the only true gesture of affection he dared to offer.

"I would like to meet them- but nothing more."

That assurance was offered to Nadya alone then as those around them begun to finish that meal. Frost once more considering where else they might find Nadya some other type of food lest she go hungry entirely. Those other Were's slowly beginning to rise then. Frost uttering that he would surely be back in a moment before stepping into that crowd then. It was easy, amongst that mass of others to step away from the group and towards those bathrooms. Frost passing through the shadows of that hallway only to allow his illusions to envelope him once more. Frost, this time, stepping back out in that Hunter garb as he made his way directly into the kitchens. That simple confidence and assurity with which he moved hardly prompting any other to question him as he snatched several apples from that basket resting there before making his way back outside to join the others. That illusion shifted again to that more...feminine appearance for those around them alone. Frost handing those apples quietly to Nadya then.

"Hide those in your shirt until we get back to the house. As soon as everyone is gathered there I'll over the plan to get us out of here and....back home."

This place, after all, has ceased to be his home a long time ago.

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