Gemotions

The stale air in the office was suffocating, and the endless spreadsheets seemed to mock Mark's mood. He stared at his nephew, Ben, who came into his office. Ben showed him a drawing – an ice-skating scene. And standing on the ice, was a figure of a creature with antlers and long, flowing hair.

Mark felt an icy grip on his heart. It was "Frost," his own childhood creation. His hands clenched into fists. "Interesting," he said, the word clipped and devoid of emotion.

Ben smiled. "Frost loves to skate, Uncle Mark!" Mark forced a smile, but all he wanted was to escape. He turned back to the spreadsheets.