Mirtis - Has Sylar's ice powers

I saw her walking quickly down a hall, being followed by Melissa. The girl was five years old, and she could make ice and snow, as well as creating ice structures and statues. In the hands of an adult, it could have been a formidable power. The girl tended to prefer making snowmen and animating them like puppets, or crude Disney Princesses. I suspected that the structures were only crude due to her artistic abilities, and not because of a limitation of her powers.

Still, her abilities meant that we could refrigerate foods if we ever got any. She seemed to pull water from the atmosphere, and so we’d have water even if the city water failed, although we’d have to wait for it to melt.

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“Sure,” I said. “Let’s see what you can do.”

As she started to lay out snow on the conference table and started making a crude snow castle, I watched closely. I’d be able to guide the play we did so that I could see aspects of her powers that didn’t understand, and that might make assimilation of her abilities faster than it otherwise would have been.

“So the snow princess was in the top of her tower, high over the city,” the girl started.

It wasn’t a castle, now that I looked more closely, it was something more like Medhall. In fact, it was a pretty good approximation, better than what I would have expected from a child her age. The city itself was sharpening from a crude assortment of blocky shapes into something that was more and more real looking with every second. It wasn’t just the appearance of the buildings either. If I opened the blackout curtains and looked outside, the buildings that she was making would be an accurate reflection of the real streets outside.

“She had her minions,” the Melissa said in a sing song voice. There was something strangely compelling about it. “And they scurried all over the city trying to help people.”

I hadn’t realized that she could animate the figures; the snow seemed to coalesce into men fighting on the table, even though they were no more than an inch tall. There figures were far too good to be the kind of work I’d seen from her before. They were almost photorealistic.

***

“Gabe?”

Her smile widened.

I hadn’t even detected a hint of glamour.

***

Meat