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Since it's November, I'm going to try to do the whole 50,000 words written in a month thing, which will be split between this fic and two others. So hopefully the updates will be coming in fairly steadily

The gym was mostly empty, which was standard for a Sunday morning on a college campus. Most of the students were still sleeping off the lingering effects of hangovers or too many sleepless nights during the week. So except for a few hardcore weightlifters, the first floor was entirely empty, with a single treadmill in use on the upper level. Its current user, blonde hair tied back into a ponytail and sweat pouring down her face in rivulets, was having a miserable experience. The combination of dehydration and head pain caused by hangovers made running a bad idea, but Yang didn't care. She needed to clear her head, organize her thoughts, and try to find some way to deal with the insane situation she found herself in. That and she wanted to get her workout of the way now so she could relax later.

For all her obvious physical prowess, Yang did not love to exercise. To her it was always a chore, on the same level of tedium as doing laundry: boring but necessary. What she loved to do was fight, to test her strength and skills against an opponent, to push herself to her limits and beyond. The rush she felt after a particularly difficult bout, whether or not she actually won, was one of the few times she truly felt alive.

But she had to stay in shape if she wanted to fight, a lesson Pyrrha had pounded into her skull several months ago. Yang had been skipping on her training and Pyrrha had decided to remind her why that was a terrible idea. After losing to her a dozen times in a row, most of the fights having been less than a few minutes long, Yang had been left breathless, bruised and humiliated. Her legs hurt so badly she had been unable to properly stand, so she had remained on the ground, tears of pain, anger and shame barely kept under control. Pyrrha had hammered the defeat home by picking her up, despite Yang being 20 pounds heavier, and carrying her all the way to the infirmary despite her protests.

The mere memory of the humiliation made Yang increase her speed, her legs crying out in protest. Yang ignored them and kept running, pushing herself harder and harder, desperately trying to outrun everything that was going wrong in her life. Hoping that the physical pain would give her enough mental clarity to come up with a solution to any of her problems, but sadly her brain had none. Instead it cycled through her seemingly endless list of memorized pump-up songs, giving her the motivation to keep going.

By the time her 10 mile run was done Yang was drained physically and mentally, her sports bra and workout shorts soaked with perspiration. Her body had given up two miles to go and she had forced herself to keep going on sheer willpower alone, mentally forcing her arms to keep pumping. The walk back to her dorm was a fogged haze in her memory banks, much like the previous night, fueled by exhaustion instead of alcohol. One second she was leaving the gym, the next she was walking into her apartment with no connecting memory in between.

The second she walked in the door her mind target locked on one thing: the couch. It was a slightly used leather three seater her uncle had given her when she moved in, and it was singing a siren's song, trying to lure Yang in with its incredible softness. In her exhausted state Yang was unable to resist and without a hint of elegance flopped herself onto the cushions, her tall form barely fitting between the armrests on both sides. Lightly breathing as the tension drained out of her body, Yang closed her eyes, hoping to get a few hours rest before starting on her remaining homework.

Clearly fate had other ideas, for a few seconds later she felt a hand, made of what felt like pure ice, latch onto the back of her neck as another grabbed at her wrist. The cold instantly drove the exhaustion from her limbs as she bolted upright, her confused mind panicking at the sudden frozen assault.

Only to find Weiss standing over her, a look of barely restrained fury on her face. I was REALLY hoping I had just imagined herYang thought, a small sigh escaping her lips. Working her body into a sitting position, Yang took a deep breath and asked "What's up?"

"What's up? WHAT'S UP? That's all you have to say after you just walked out of here without a word? No explanation, no good bye, not even an acknowledgement that I exist? What, were you raised in a cave?" Weiss yelled, her anger exploding outward.

Yang, unphased by her outburst, merely responded "Yep" and flopped back onto the couch, face up this time, a second later asking "What do you want?"

Looking at Weiss's face proved to be a mistake, as Yang had to use all of her willpower to stop herself from laughing. Weiss's expression was that of a person that was a second from exploding but knew that it would do no good, so forcing themselves to calm down was the only available option. Her face, which at this point was the bright red, a sure signal of her barely controlled anger, slowly returned to her more normal pale white.

Weiss let out a heavy sigh, then calmly said "Look, we need to talk about your new position and the responsibilities that it entails. So can you please focus for five minutes and act like a normal, rational human being."

Yang, unable to resist, said "I didn't hear a please there."

Weiss's looked like she had just swallowed a bug: disgusted and angry in equal measures. Her jaw clenched so tight Yang was sure she could hear her jawbone crack, and through gritted teeth she managed to say "Please"

"Ok" Yang replied, prompting Weiss to back up several steps as Yang swung her feet onto the floor. She stood up and started stretching her tired muscles, hoping to work out some of the kinks before exhaustion fully set in. After a moment she noticed Weiss staring, her eyes focused directly on Yang's well-muscled arms. Unable to stop herself, Yang smirked and asked "Like what you see?"

For a moment Weiss didn't respond, her face scrunched in concentration as Yang wondered what she was going to do next. And then she smiled at Yang. Not a normal smile, full or mirth and warmth, or a cold and cruel smile promising pain. This was a smile that made Weiss look like a cat that had just caught a mouse, a tormentor that was going to play with her food before she ate it. Time for some paybackWeiss thought.

She slowly walked towards Yang, her smile growing wider by the second, morphing into a full on seductive grin of an expert temptress. She halted right in front of Yang, their bodies only inches apart, and slowly ran her hand along Yang's right arm, taking her time to squeeze every few seconds and admire the blondes physique. Yang, for her part, could do nothing but watch, mystified by the scene playing out before her.

Pausing at Yan's bicep Weiss gave it a generous squeeze, her hand lingering for far longer than a few seconds, as she said "A woman." She paused, then moved to Yang's other arm and repeated her ministrations, before continuing "Muscled like a man." Pausing once again she moved her hand to Yang's chest and began running a finger down her abs. Her finger moved with a torturous slowness, the sensation driving Yang mad. Like before her touch was as cold as ice, but Yang found herself holding back a moan of delight, almost unable to stop the sound from escaping her lips.

Sensing her chance, Weiss moved forward till their bodies were touching, flush against each other. Yang felt her back touch the wall and dimly realized that she had been backed into a corner without noticing, Weiss pursuing her the whole way. Moving in for the kill Weiss stood on her toes, bringing her head flush with Yang's ear and said "It's quite an attractivecombination," before gently nipping at Yang's ear.

By this point Yang was in danger of overheating, her body unable to handle Weiss's advances. Part of her was praying that Weiss would stop, and the rest of her was praying that Weiss wouldn't.Her mind and body were locked in a fierce struggle, part of her wanting to push her away and part of her wanting to wrap the smaller girl in her arms and kiss her senseless.

But once again Weiss surprised her by stepping back, taking the time to admire her handiwork. Yang had been reduced to an excited, aroused mess against the wall. Her body was clearly aroused; dilated pupils, a bright red blush and short, breathless pants all screamed arousal to Weiss's expert gaze. She now had the blonde's full and undivided attention, her eyes heavily clouded with desire.

Satisfied with her teasing, Weiss turned away from Yang and walked back towards the kitchen. Without turning around she called out "Now that you're actually listening to me, go get yourself cleaned up. We have things to discuss." Almost as an afterthought she added "If I was you, I'd take a nice cold shower. It might help with that fever you just developed."

Yang mechanically walked into the bathroom, her mind and body completely overwhelmed by what had just happened. She had no idea what was going on, or what Weiss was talking about. But once look in the mirror and she understood. Her entire face was a bright burning red, a blush that extended down to the edge of her neck and collarbone. Putting a hand on her forehead she realized what Weiss meant by the fever: she was way hotter then normal, her body temperature akin to a steam boiler, thanks to the level of arousal that was now thrumming through every inch of her.

She turned the ice water on full blast, ripping her sweaty clothes off in a flash. As she stepped into the shower her mind gave her one terrifying realization to agonize over: not once when Weiss was messing with her had she even thought about Blake, or wished Blake was the one teasing her instead of Weiss, or anything else of the same variety. She might as well not have existed, that was how fixated Yang had been on Weiss.

The frigid waters initially shocked her, but she forced herself to stand and endure it for almost a minute. Her body now properly cooled down she turned the water to hot and started the lengthy process of washing up. As she did so, her thoughts were not on the task at hand, but focused firmly on her Weiss. On how she had so perfectly teased Yang and had clearly enjoyed it every step of the way. For the first time Yang fully realized just how interesting and problematic her life could become.

Once fully showered and dressed, Yang checked her phone and noticed she had a text from Pyrrha asking if she wanted to go grocery shopping later. Unfortunately her fridge had committed mutiny and died on her last week, so until she bought a replacement grocery shopping was pointless. Sighing she grabbed one of her hundreds of water bottles and chugged it, still mildly dehydrated from her workout.

Thirst now sated she walked into the kitchen to find Weiss seated at the table, her eyes struggling to stay open as she held her head up with one hand. She looked to be about five seconds from passing out and smashing her pretty little head into the cup of water in front of her. Sitting across from her, Yang asked "Ok, so what did you want to talk about?"

Weiss, who had clearly been on the verge of sleeping, if gods can sleep Yang thought, flinched at the noise before becoming fully alert. She took a moment to compose herself. "I need you to do something for me, ok?" At Yang's nod, she continued. "Watch this cup."

Normally Yang wouldn't have played along with something this weird, but yesterday's events had taught her better. So she focused on the cup, watched the clear water inside it. Silence descended on the room, only broken by the sounds of breathing coming from its current occupants. After almost a minute of continual observation, nothing happened, much to Yang's frustration. The water remained water.

Patience wearing thin, Yang looked up and asked "Alright, what am I supposed to be watching? Nothing happened."

"Exactly, nothing happened." Weiss responded. "I'm running out of energy, to the point I can't even freeze a cup of water. So I need you to-"

"Wait, hold up. Why didn't you just say that in the first place?"

"Because I was trying to prove a point, you idiot. Now would you stop talking and-"

"No" Yang said firmly, pushing her chair out as she stood up. She started to turn and walk away, only to be stopped by the feeling of Weiss's hand grabbing her arm. At that moment Yang realized something was wrong, because Weiss's hands did not have the comforting icy chill that had been present yesterday.

Instead they were warm, uncomfortably warm. Yang turned back around and focused her attention on Weiss. What she saw worried her. The goddess's skin was no longer a pale white; instead it was more ashen grey and tinged with hints of pink and red. Her breathing was coming in short pants and sweat was beginning to form on her face, as if she was burning up. Her still present grip on Yang's arm was weak, as if it was taking all her strength to hold on.

Yang walked over towards Weiss, the shorter woman's grip slacking but never fully releasing her arm. She put one hand on the goddess's forehead, the burning sensation emanating from sweat soaked flesh confirming that Weiss was indeed burning up. It's almost like she's sick Yang thought. But can goddesses even get sick?

"Are you ok?" Yang asked, concern for Weiss evident in her voice.

"No I am not ok, I'm an ice goddess with a fever. What could possibly make you think that I was ok, why would you even bother asking… no. Just stop asking questions and pray for me."

"Huh" Yang replied, now having no clue what Weiss was asking.

"Just…just do what you did at the museum." Weiss screeched, the anger and strength in her voice a sharp contrast against her still weakening grip against Yang's arm. It appeared that whatever was affecting her, it was getting worse. Her hand was now burning against Yang's flesh, hot enough that a part of the blonde's mind not focused on Weiss was worried about her arm getting burned. Sweat was pouring off the white-haired goddess in rivulets, and her eyes were glazing over with exhaustion.

Yang put one hand on the small of her back to support her as she cast her mind back to the previous day, remembering the chant that had brought so much trouble crashing down on her head.

Taking a deep breath, she shakily recited "Maiden of blizzards, mistress of ice. Bringer of death in the everlasting night. She'll freeze your bones, blood and heart. Cast your soul into the everlasting white." The instant the last syllable escaped her lips she looked over at Weiss, expecting to see the fever-ridden woman as sick and weak as ever.

Instead Weiss looked the picture of health; her skin was once again pale white, without a trace of fever. Her grip, now cold against Yang's burning hot flesh, was crushing Yang's arm enough to be more than a little painful.

She righted herself, drawing to her full height, and fixed the blonde with an angry glare. "Next time I tell you to do something, just do it."

Yang, unable to comprehend how Weiss could have gotten better so quickly, whispered "But….how?"

"I'm a goddess" Weiss responded, as if that explained everything. "Now, sit down we have to..."

"NO." Yang shouted, her sorrow quickly morphing into anger, "Not until you tell me what the hell just happened. How did you go from sick as shit to perfectly fine in a few seconds?"

Weiss glared at her angrily and said "I was getting to that. Now, Sit, Down." Her eyes were hard and cold, unwilling to broker any sort of argument. Yang locked her gaze with Weiss and defiantly remained standing, both to spite Weiss and because she refused to be ordered around like that in her own apartment.

Eventually Weiss blinked, and after a moment said "Fine, sit down. Please." Yang slowly lowered herself into the seat across from her, still glaring at Weiss, who was shifting around in her chair. Yang's furniture was cheap, though still high quality by college student standards, so it was a battle lost before it even began.

Giving up, Weiss said "As I was trying to tell you, because I'm a goddess I have different needs then you mortals do. For example, I don't need to eat." The look of incredulity on Yang's face made Weiss elaborate "I can eat, but I don't have to. Instead, I gain nourishment from prayer. The more prayers that are directed to me, the more energy I have and the stronger I get. Conversely, without prayers we grow weaker. And since you hadn't prayed for me since yesterday, I was almost out of energy. Does any of this not make sense?"

Yang took a moment to process, then responded "Normally I'd call you crazy, but after watching your little icicle showcase, crazy seems normal right now. One question though; what would have happened if I didn't remember the words to your prayer?"

"The wording itself is irrelevant, it's just a saying you mortals came up with and started attributing to me. I don't even like it." Weiss grunted. "What matters is that you are thinking of me when you pray and that your prayers are selfless. You should probably.."

"Whoa, slow down." Yang interrupted "What do you mean by selfless? Like I should pray for world peace or something?"

Weiss smacked herself in the head, letting out a load groan as her hand was dragged down her face. "No, it has to be something that you believe. Yesterday you wished for the happiness of others, and you truly wanted it. Today you truly wished for me to get better. So things like that."

Weiss paused for a moment, her brow furrowed in thought, before she continued "Basically it has to be for the betterment of someone else's life. Like you wish for a friend to get better if they're sick, or for a co-worker's baby to be born healthy. It just can't be something that in any way benefits you. I don't get energy from those kinds of thoughts. Does that make sense?"

Yang nodded, pretty sure she had a clear grasp of what Weiss was telling her. "So just to clarify, I don't have to say that weird chant? Or anything at all?"

"You don't have to, but it does help to say something. It makes it much easier to focus on what you are asking for. As for the chant, you can use whatever chant you want. Any other questions"

Oh I'm going to abuse the shit out of thatYang thought, already starting to think of several particularly insulting chants she could attribute to the icy goddess. As for information… "Two more things I need to know. How often should I pray, and can I expect any of these prayers to actually be answered?"

"At least once a day" Weiss instantly responded "otherwise I might end up like that again, or worse. As for granting prayers, if I have enough power and I judge the prayer worthy of answering, then yes. But as you can probably guess, I barely have enough energy to maintain the acilgicel,"Weiss muttered quietly, her tone bitter and angry.

"Well, what's in it for me?" Yang asked, arms crossing over her chest.

Weiss stared at Yang in complete and utter confusion, unable to comprehend Yang's question. "What do you mean what's in it for you? You're my chief priestess; it's your job to pray to me."

"A job I didn't sign up for or agree to." Yang retorted "I'll pray for you once a day at least, goddess or not I'm not going to put you through that again, but if you want me to do it more then that I need a reason."

As yang was talking Weiss's expression grew angrier by the second. By the time she was done her eyes had turned as cold and hard as ice. She stood, now taller than the still seated Yang, and angrily shouted "You dare to demand something of me? The Great Weiss Schnee? I should freeze you solid for daring to be so insolent."

"But you need me" Yang smugly pointed out. "So unless you want to remain an empty, powerless shell of your former self forever, I suggest you sit back down and do what I want."

If anything Weiss grew even angrier, and Yang could tell that she wanted nothing more at that moment more than to make good on her threat. But even consumed by rage she knew that would be a mistake, so eventually she sat back down, raged etched into every line and crease of her face. Through gritted teeth she grunted "What do you want?"

"Hmmm, let me think. Can you keep something at a constant temperature for a long period of time?" Yang asked, needing information on Weiss's powers if her plan was to work.

"Yes" Weiss responded testily, "Why does that matter in the slightest?"

"Welllllll" Yang drawled "My fridge is broken, and I can't afford to replace it. But with you here, I.."

"Wait, what's a fridge?" Weiss asked, now thoroughly confused as to what Yang was asking her to do.

"It's an appliance" At Weiss's continued lack of understanding, Yang continued "It a big box shaped storage that keeps food cold."

For a moment Weiss was rendered speechless, then she slowly asked "You're using me, the goddess of ice and snow, as a food preserver?" Her tone was hesitant, as if she couldn't believe the words that were coming out of Yang's mouth.

"Yep" Yang replied, popping the p at the end.

For a moment, nothing happened. Then Weiss's entire body turned the purest white as the air around Yang suddenly changed. It went from pleasantly worm to frigid cold in an instant, a cold so deep and invasive that Yang could feel it in her lungs. It radiated out in waves from Weiss, whose hands were clenched into fists, no doubt imagining how good it would feel to wrap them around Yang's neck. But in the end, she had no other option but to accept.

She angrily stood, knocking over the chair as she did, and slammed her hands onto the table as she shouted "Fine, but you're praying at least 6 times a day from now on so I have enough power for your bacruat request. And if you forget even once, I'm freezing every drop of blood in your body."

"You got it, Ice Queen" Yang replied cheekily, satisfied that she had won that particular encounter, only to shrink a little under the glare that Weiss leveled at her. Even without her powers, that glare would have been enough to freeze Yang's blood solid. It was the glare of someone who would not hesitate to kill; whose hands had already been drenched in blood from millennia long since passed. It promised vengeance; painful, bloody and thorough.

Weiss walked away, stopping her generation of the cold as she did so, and sat down on the couch. Without looking at Yang she called out "I'm going to be meditating for several hours. Don't touch or bother me."

Since Yang planned to be out of the apartment anyway, that suited her just fine. Pulling up Pyrrha's contact on her phone, she agreed to meet her at the grocery store in an hour. Message sent, Yang locked the phone with a smile as she considered her rather fortuitous turn of events. It seemed that living with goddesses, even ones that wanted to kill you, had its benefits.

It wouldn't be freezerburn if they didn't nearly kill each other 6 times before breakfast.

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