(A/N: Okay, last year all I did was STH characters and AUs for that. But for Whumpcember, I wanted to do something a little different. I'm adding more "types" of characters. Anything that isn't a STH AU oneshot will be my own non-fandom characters from my own stories.

For these, I would absolutely love feedback! Seeing if you guys are interested in the characters or their stories, and if you'd like to see more. They're very important to me, I love them so much, so I would love to see what you think of them!)

Freya's hands were cold- always cold. Everything she touched was cold. Everything she touched froze.

She was a monster. That was what everyone said of her. She was a terrible, sick thing that maimed the innocents of the world and tore her own family apart.

At first, she could control it. Keep herself away from affection and softness and contact. Untouchable and unable to touch. It was like living behind a glass, viewing the world and living vicariously through the people that lived with her.

Her room had long-since frosted over. Possessions cold and slick. Made of ice. Anything she accidentally touched was thrown into her room.

Out of sight and out of mind, for everyone except for her.

An outcast to her own family, Freya belonged nowhere. She knew her parents didn't care, because what loving parents called their own daughter a monster. She was the Anderson monster, hiding away in the attic like some kind of urban legend.

Out of sight and out of mind, for everyone except for Astrid.

With a daughter like Freya, she knew why they had Astrid. Because Astrid was the perfect girl. The perfect sister and daughter, bubbly and full of sunshine that Freya lacked. Full of warmth that Freya lacked.

With soft, sweet features and a voice like a songbird, everyone loved Astrid. And she deserved that love, because that was all she gave to anyone.

Astrid was too young to hate. Too perfect to hate.

Her mind was not yet full of the anger and disgust that her parents felt towards her older sister. Astrid never really knew Freya. How could she when they only spoke through the doors when their parents weren't around?

But Freya adored Astrid. The only human interaction that wasn't full of poison and fear.

Freya never blamed Astrid for their parents' hate. Astrid never blamed Freya for her curse.

But Freya didn't know if Astrid would blame her if she knew what would happen... What would happen when Astrid forced the door open, desperate to see her sister. The thin, pale thing that lurked in cold darkness.

She knew her parents would scream for the rest of their lives that, "This is your fault! This is all your fault, you monster!" She knew they'd never forgive her. She knew she'd never forgive herself.

She knew she should've stopped Astrid when she came closer. When her arms opened and she cried that she wanted her big sister. But she didn't.

Because all her life, everything had been so cold.

And a hug from Astrid was so, so warm.

Everything Freya touched turned to ice.

Everyone Freya touched turned to ice.