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Liara: She was so cold when I first met her, completely focused on her duty.

Shepard: I don't know that she's lightened up that much. Believe me, you have no idea how much you've changed her.

Recently- and by recently, I literally mean yesterday- my therapist told me I was an ice queen. This wasn’t my first time, but for some reason, it really struck me.

This therapist- who I have only seen twice- called me out on something that only my closest friends and family have before. I sat for a minute and tried to pinpoint the exact moment I cranked up the AC in my soul and let it freeze over, and I drew a blank.

In this ‘hide-and-seek’ game, I hid behind ominous grey swathes of cloud, afraid of the ‘sun’ he wanted to bring out.

Wasn’t it one such golden ray in a now-locked-lovescape that burned me bad? So, I started freezing my icy exteriors further – so much so that if he’d want to melt me in a mush-puddle, my dry ice fumes of rudeness would cause him to hop out of my life-cab, slamming the door in a huff!

Occasionally, she has — legitimately or not — misunderstood her Love Interest .

She may want love as ardently as anyone, but she masks her soft heart behind a wall of ice.

My mom is very proud of the fact that I have all my teeth. It’s so gorgeous, I already want to go back, but I had to come back to the real world. And sometimes, it’s just a good bounce or whatever. And knowing that for however many weeks you are exactly where you want to be. I actually tried a pair of figure skates on last summer. I bet my teammate 20 bucks that I could make one lap around the rink, and I made it three-quarters of the way around the rink before absolutely eating it. The other thing is, whenever you get new equipment, it’s the worst to break it in.

Most unconventional use you’ve made of a hockey stick? They used to be in the bank, but you want to share them with everybody, so I needed to have them accessible. Do you somehow know you have a goal before the puck goes in? People say that goal scorers have sort of a natural touch, but sometimes I am very surprised with myself and how certain things get to the back of the net. There’s nowhere else you’d rather be, and you’re in the moment. The worst part is losing on a world stage like that.

I don’t think there is a single event that has the power to do that.

Rather, I think it’s a combination of events and a constant piling up of pain on pain, like ice blocks built up to make a little igloo, and it just gradually freezes you out, so it’s more of a dull numbing cold instead of a sharp and sudden freeze.