Ice (Karen/Frank)
Kastle + Ice
It’s cold where Frank is, but that isn’t exactly a surprise, being locked in a walk-in freezer and all.
It’s also dark, and he supposes the great hanging sides of beef don’t really have much use for illumination, so that’s not a surprise either.
What is surprising is the reinforced steel door that doesn’t even buckle when he barrels into it, and the frozen hinges that don’t even shudder when he shoots them.
He’s almost given in to the idea that he’s going to die here, curled up shivering next to some grade-A steaks, fingers unfeeling, the fog of his breath turning to ice crystals in his beard.
And then suddenly there’s an angel, backlit with blinding white light, golden hair floating down her shoulders , running toward him, holding him, shouting at him, “God damn it, Frank, don’t let go.”
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