Emma swum to the edge of the pool and clinched against it. She took one last breath inside the relaxing water before she supported her weight and climbed out of it, dripping wet standing up next to it for a moment before she started walking. She took hold of her long hair with both hands and pressed and turned it adequately to dry it to the best of her abilities. She then with some force ran both her hands through her hair and stared up at the sun for a brief moment, before nearing the school and stopped only to take her clothes.
She sat down as she started getting dressed, her concealed link with the crew of the school siphoning relevant thoughts from it to herself. Like an emergency flare in the middle of the night, Scott's thoughts lit up within the masses. She could bare spare time for her own curiosity, channeling in on the kid.
Done getting dressed, Emma entered the school, her eyes closed, an amorous smile faintly clad her mouth as she with head low and hands behind her back walked with a steady enough pace for her white mantle to gracefully sway in sync with her body.
She brought her arms forward then as she stayed just by the first step of the stairs within the mansion, leaning against the wall casually. She rested her head backward against it as she crossed her arms and simply relaxed. Scott was under the impression the White Queen came with some sinister plan. Why would that boy think such naughty thoughts of her? She knew, of course. The question was strictly rhetorical. Still, it did intrigue her. How her presence had come so close to his attention, how he reacted when Jean Grey slapped her, how he was at this very moment pulling a prank on the woman he swore to love until death did them apart. And what a continuance.
There was a lot to find in the mind of the admirable Cyclops. His cowering from his own emotions, his battle with the self and most importantly, his beloved of course ever so dear Jean Grey. The bloody Jean with her amateur telepathy and childish emotions. It has been said that behind every great man stands an even greater woman. This however did not seem to apply here. Emma thought it for sure, and judging by the churning emotions of the chaste, noble Cyclops, the shining knight, the icon of the X-Men: So did he.
She chuckled. No, she merely smirked with just the most faint shrug of her shoulders at the thought. She had never thought highly of either one. There was potential, sure, as was there power. So much power, but wasted in the maelstrom of their own emotions. It was ironic how two of the strongest X-Men were weak in the presence of each other. Not surprising, though.
Love worked in mysterious ways, assuming this was even love to begin with. There were emotions involved, yes, and quite strongly on Jean's side. She burnt for this man, while at the same time not trusting him. Or was she insecure of herself? The White Queen was not very interested in snooping around for that answer through telepathy. It would come in due time. Emma was in no hurry. Within Scott on the other hand, she sensed a lack of it. A lack of passion, or at least the passion that was projected at him.
She opened her eyes and stared at the wall facing her on the other side. She placed two fingers against her temple and took a deep breath. She then with a thought implemented only for a split second her appearance inside the mind of Scott Summers, for no other reason than to stir things up in the stew that was his mind. It was a highly subtle, and brief gesture simply to grant him the potential to think outside the box that was his head. The image of her was gone as quickly as it made appearance in his mind, but it had been there. Not long enough for a human eye to react, but long enough for the brain to register and amplify the existence of the White Queen.
There were no ill intentions, no elaborate plan, no selfish desires. The X-Men looked at Scott Summers, Cyclops, as their leader. He was a good leader, but like all others, he had flaws. Some flaws healthy, some unhealthy. Frost thought nothing more of it than the potential erasing of some unhealthy flaws.
Time was on her side, what harm could a tiny little project of hers do? Scott certainly would not mind becoming a better leader. If Jean loved him as she imply she does, neither would she. Not even the professor could object the fact that even a leader as strong as Cyclops could be stronger. Mentally, at least.
The X-Men and their rules. If they could only ever phantom just how much the White Queen could do for their leader. For all of them.