She says ‘I’m a Muggle’ like it’s a confession—but we all know: in Frost and Flame, power isn’t inherited, it’s claimed. The father’s disdain, the mother’s manipulation, the brother’s fury… yet she stands. That final spark in her eyes? Not magic. It’s defiance. And honestly? I’m rooting for the ‘worthless’ one. 💫
Frost and Flame isn’t just about magic—it’s about the quiet violence of love in a world that sees her as ‘worthless’. Her trembling hands, his flickering flame… every glance screams tension. The sister’s plea? Chilling. Power isn’t in fire—it’s in who you protect when no one’s watching. 🔥❄️