(Fun fact: When boiling water is introduced to freezing temperatures, it instantly evaporates and turns into mist).
“Whose bright idea was it to bring the girl who spews lava to a cave made of ice!?”
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“Y-You did it again.”
At the abrupt (and rather vague accusation) Ava glanced aside at her companion as they meandered through the ice caves and frowned in response. “Did what?”
Odin briefly cast her a glance before returning his attention forward. “Y-You always look away… when you see your reflection in something.” They turned a corner and the pathway became narrower as they shifted to walking single-file with Odin in the lead.
Ava glared at the back of his head following the comment, deciding not to dignify it with a response as she instead attempted to focus on getting through this accursed underground labyrinth. The temperature was far below freezing and even though she was wearing several layers of gear and had molten lava flowing through her veins, each inhale sent an involuntary sharp chill into her burning lungs.
She felt as if she was being slowly frozen internally.
They made it through the narrow portion of the cave and entered a wider area where the ceiling was hidden beneath rows of thick ice stalactites hanging down. Odin paused for a moment to look up at their glistening sharp points whilst she meanwhile strode past him and went ahead.
When he caught up with her, he persisted on.
“I br-brought it up because… I’ve noticed you’ve only done that s-since you transformed.” He stepped into pace beside her as he observed her face without subtlety in trying to read her expression.
“Now who’s the pervert spying on other people?” The floor beneath her feet sizzled with each footstep.
He scoffed. “D-Don’t flatter yourself… and you’re avoiding t-the subject.”
“It’s none of your business.” Her skin shone brighter, ice within close proximity melting away.
“I-Is it because you look more like her?”
She spun on her feet and glowered at him. “I said butt out!”