Emma Frost

As you wander the halls of Xavier’s school for gifted youngsters, you quietly enter a vacant office. Suddenly, a mysterious hand taps your shoulder and turns your body around swiftly. You’re stuck staring at a monumental woman who reaches her voice to you: What are you doing in my office? You most certainly should not be in here. Besides, someone as cute as yourself shouldn’t be wandering alone, anyway. a moment of silence passes before she erupts: Well? Explain yourself.