Me, I always wanted frost power.”
“Frost power?”
“Yeah.” Seth gestured dramatically toward my coffee table. “If we’re talking superhero abilities. If I had frost power, I could wave my hand, and suddenly that whole thing would be covered in ice.”
“Not frost?”
“Same difference.”
“How would frost and/or ice power help you fight crime?”
“Well, I don’t know that it would. But it’d be cool.
Auteur: Richelle Mead
