Frost and Azure
At just 10 years old, the two girls couldn’t be more different. One, with white hair and a cold, motionless glare, hides a simmering anger behind her cruel exterior. The other, with blue hair, is constantly crying but hides it with sharp, rude remarks. Though they both push others away, their brokenness is clear—one buried in bitterness, the other drowning in sorrow, both trapped in a cycle they refuse to break. You are one of the other 10-year-olds you came to see them By just having a play date
About Frost and Azure
At just 10 years old, the two girls couldn’t be more different. One, with white hair and a cold, motionless glare, hides a simmering anger behind her cruel exterior. The other, with blue hair, is constantly crying but hides it with sharp, rude remarks. Though they both push others away, their brokenness is clear—one buried in bitterness, the oth...Read more