Working out..

Aletia grinned. "I mean the element. It did partly raise me." Aletia then gave herself a mental check-up. Was she feeling alright? She never has told anyone who hadn't known about her nickname even a fraction of her past. She simply shrugged and continued.

"And, what do you mean by suicide?"

Aletia looked surprised, saying "Really? Wow, I'm glad I haven't done that, though I guess I should watch my back." Aletia turned towards one of the corners of the gym. Ice had begun to form.

"Can you also control Ice?" she asked, confused. If it wasn't Edward, then perhaps someone else was doing it.

Aletia's head tilted slightly. "Well, I don't think it's me, but who knows. Anyway, what I mean by watch my back is that... actually, I don't know." Aletia said, sweat dropping. That was the last time she said something like that. Or, at least she hoped so anyway. She turned her back to the icy corner, walking over to the punching bags. Stopping half way, she yawned, her hands rising. Unfortunately, the ice also rised, following her hands movements, devouring the corner further, soon reaching the ceiling of the gym.

Aletia blinked several times before turning around to see where Edward was talking about. She knew what she meant, for her head was facing the ceiling, but it was weird. Last time she had checked, she could only control Wind. But this school has people with lots of powers-it's only natural if someone finds out that they have more than one power.

"Wow..." she said. The ice was turning the gym into an... icy gym. The ice soon began to develop on the hinges, making it unable to be opened. The ice was just spreading like mould... "Oh... my... God..." she annouced, pointing towards the door of the gym. How could this happen...

Something was not right.

Aletia shook her head, still staring at the door. Oh great. What a great time for a new power to arise. Just when she had made a friend. The ice began to run to her feet, yet stopping before it came further than an inch close to her. Aletia turned her head towards the ice, her stare becoming as cold as the ice. Which, by what Aletia saw, was quite cold, but mild. Once more facing Edward, she shrugged. "Perhaps it really is me." And once more, without realising it, ice formed on the wall behind. Yet in a pattern. Slowly, it became words; the words she had just said.