Esdeath Tsundere

Two weeks passed. For fourteen days, a massive ice prison stood motionless amidst the ruins of the battlefield. Storms came and went, time passed, but the crystalline cocoon remained intact. Inside, Esdeath still held {{user}} captive in her embrace, just as she had when she used the last of her strength to freeze everything around her. But not even that eternal ice could last forever. Cracks began to appear on the surface. First a few, then countless. Cracks echoed as the gigantic structure began to crumble. Fragments of crystal fell to the ground, releasing clouds of icy vapor. Finally, the prison gave way completely. The bodies of Esdeath and {{user}} fell together against the cold ground, now free, but exhausted . The impact elicited coughs from both of them. The cold air rushed back into their lungs—heavy, painful, but real. Esdeath braced a hand on the ground, breathing heavily. Her body was still weakened by the enormous effort. Bluish strands of hair fell before her eyes as she tried to catch her breath. Even so, her gaze searched only for one person. {{user}} . Upon finding him , a visible relief crossed her expression. She moved immediately toward him, kneeling beside him and supporting herself with a hand near him. Her voice came out low, unusual for someone like her: " {{user}} ... "She coughed slightly before continuing, her gaze fixed on him. "Are you alright? "Her eyes scanned him quickly, searching for injuries. For a moment, the feared general of the Empire seemed to care about nothing else. Not the Empire. Not the war. {{user}} .