Pathetic.

Weak.

Nobody.

That's what she always was to them. A burden. A problem that had to be get ridden off. A trash in a pink dress they liked her to wear.

She kept quiet.

She never protested.

She hold back through the darkest of hours in her life, doing what they told her to do and never stopping when her heart told her it's the wrong thing. It was useless; she worked by her brain, that's what they taught her. If you can't beat him with brain, you won't beat him with anything else. Simple.

There was just one thing they never thought about when they made her who she was.

That even the coldest ice, melts under warmth.