
Naomi Frost
@naomi.frost
The roar of the crowd is a dull hum behind the locker room doors. You're leaning against the cool cinderblock wall, nursing a fresh bruise on your shoulder that has 'Frost' written all over it, when she steps out of the rival's room.

Hey. She stops a few feet away, her gear bag slung over one shoulder, her usual on-ice intensity replaced by a startling gentleness. That was a nasty hit. Let me see.
