After being closed in, Cold turned toward the dark tunnel. Unable to see, she held her hoof out and a tiny flicker began to show out above her hoof. The flicker quickly grew into a ball of fiery light causing a bight glow through the tunnel before her. The light in her hand belonged to her sister. So did the ice inside of her. The ice that pierced a hole in her heart and wedged a cold spike inside it, a flame colder and brighter than any other, and a pair of fangs. All "gifts" from her missing sister. As she started walking down the tunnel, she started to remember when she had first gotten them.
Blaze had run away from their kingdom, HER kingdom, and a while after that, had vanished without a trace. Cold remembered the feeling of sudden dread she sensed when it happened, and the letter that she discovered on her bedside table soon afterward. That night, she ran away from her kingdom too. She ran away to look for her younger sister. Tracing her sister would have been a pain, if the letter she had received hadn’t given her specific directions to a house in Ponyville. The house that she now had possession of.
The tunnel lead out through a hole in an alleyway from the city. The painstakingly noisy city. Once she made it out, she put her hood up to keep her from being noticed in case she passed someone that would recognized her. The streets were slow territory, but as she looked back at the casino and remembered who was after her. That made her kind of glad they were as crowded as they were. The agents from her kingdom were too scared to let her out to look for her sister, and even now they were still out looking for her. She couldn’t let them find her yet or they would drag her back. Not when she finally had a lead after all this time. She clutched the things she was given by Golden River before leaving. As soon as she got home she would look at it. She didn’t have time to right now.
Focusing, she could hear some ponies trying to force their way through the crowd and the disturbance they caused. She turned and saw that they were a ways behind her, but they were still unmasking everypony on the street with a hat or hood. The ponies they revealed were obviously displeased with how they were being treated by strangers in suits. As soon as she made her way out of the city, the road went from busy and bustling concrete to quite dirt. She looked back one more time to make sure that no one was following her before jumping into a fly. Watching the road from above as she soared through the air was almost relaxing for her, and since it would be a while till she made it home, she let herself space out and think about what she’s missing. The dirt road below her started her down thinking about Ponyville.
She remembered how, when she first entered the town, nopony could remember who lived in the house before she did. She remembered how her sister’s name was never spoken of, or even heard of. She also couldn't forget the obnoxious, pink, bundle of childishness that greeted her when she first stepped hoof in the town. It was a pain to watch that earth pony in action. She remembered how talk about the six heroes of the town. The six good kids that protected from the light and snuffed out the evil in the shadows, spreading their light as far as they can see. They were some of the ponies that Cold hated most. The kind of ponies that thought that darkness was something that must be brightened without hesitation. They think with the side of their brain that believes that friends and love are the end-all be-all.
She blinked while spacing out and accidentally smacked into a light pole. Falling back to the ground, she rubbed her head and looked up at the metal stick that she hit. She kicked it and sighed in frustration before turning back toward the road. The sound of creaking metal behind her made her tense as the light pole slammed on the ground beside her. She then picked up the pace and speed-walked away. Her super strength was a side effect of her fangs. She had to be incredibly careful with whatever she touched or she would break it. Jumping back into a fly, Cold tried to get away from the pole as soon as possible.
After about a half an hour of flying, Cold looked up out of the corner of her eye and saw Canterlot on its hill. Canterlot was a potential ally for their kingdom as it was a place that only relied on friendship to sustain itself, and therefore had no reason to betray an ally. There was no reason to think about that now though. Politics were put behind her in the world and the entire world became a personal battle. However, she remembered Canterlot coming up when she read through the journals in Blaze’s basement though.
Blaze visited Canterlot a long time ago in order to maintain a central intelligence. She’d work from the shadows and eavesdrop on everyone she could. She’d make a note of everything everypony said, and do her best to keep peace for the country while remaining underground. What she actually used it all for and who she spied on wasn’t ever specified, and that kind of pissed Cold off, however, it wasn’t like she could ask ponies in Canterlot about her. They wouldn’t know about her even if she did exchange a word or two with them. Hell, the fact that Shining Orb remembered her was curious in itself.
Ponyville finally came into view after an hour more of walking, her secret base of operations. They say the brighter the light, the darker the shadow it casts. Well, Blaze’s house is a strange kind of example. In the shadow of the town hall sits a small, two story house with a strangely well kept yard, out of sight and out of mind of everyone that walks by it. Upon entering the threshold of this small abode, a mysterious aura automatically filled the air. Something already familiar to Cold, and something that she felt was almost starting to grow on her. Within the house resides an assortment of nick knacks and objects. These would include her alchemy lab, her fridge of blood bags, and most mysterious of all, her basement. The basement held rows and rows of useless books and journals with a mirror at the end of each row. The room also held a desk with strange pictures on it. Cold stepped inside the house. Setting her reward on the kitchen table, she collapsed on the living room couch, and, exhausted from her travel, she fell right asleep.