She’s the polar opposite of Tome’s Flaminga with a demeanor as cold as the snow around her. Unlucky in love, she now freezes the hearts of others, just so she can shatter them with a well aimed ice lance.
“Look at me,” said Miss Havisham. “You are not afraid of a woman who has never seen the sun since you were born?”
I regret to state that I was not afraid of telling the enormous lie comprehended in the answer “No.”
“Do you know what I touch here?” she said, laying her hands, one upon the other, on her left side.
“Yes, ma’am.” (It made me think of the young man.)
“What do I touch?”
“Your heart.”
“Broken!”
She uttered the word with an eager look, and with strong emphasis, and with a weird smile that had a kind of boast in it. Afterwards, she kept her hands there for a little while, and slowly took them away as if they were heavy.
From Great Expectations by Charles Dickens
Naturally she will leveling as Frost and will be looking to bring brain freezes to battlegrounds across Azeroth, especially to anyone she perceives as living happily ever after because no one deserves a fairytale ending, just squished pumpkin stains on your dress, dead mice in your hair and bleeding feet from walking in broken glass slippers. Oh and anyone waving the “Love Fool” title in her face had better be prepared for an onslaught of Dwarfish fury. She might also dabble in pet battles because making cute critters fight for their supper amuses her and archaeology because if people wanted to keep their stuff, they shouldn’t have given up the ghost.
In fact, I don’t think Havisham is particularly nice and to be honest, she should probably be a Warlock but she’s not. She’s a nasty, bad tempered, jealous, happiness hating Mage instead.
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