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Staring back at her captor, Claire took a couple of deep breaths in an effort to calm her pounding heart.

“What… what do you want?” she asked. Then a more important question seized her; causing her temper to flare. “Where’s Steve? What have you done with him?”

The blonde woman stood off to her left. Soon a velvet hand grasped her chin and pushed her face upwards. Looking down at her, the Ashford woman’s eyes pierced into hers.

“You have very beautiful eyes,” Alexia said to her with another foreboding smile. “Very defiant eyes. You care more for the fate of others than you do your own well-being. It is an admirable quality you possess, Miss Redfield. Unfortunately for you it is predictable.”

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This is a fan art piece I decided to do on a fan fiction I wrote a few years ago titled "The Ice Queen - A Code Veronica X Short" focusing on a "What if?" scenario that takes place after Claire and Steve are captured by Alexia Ashford and would have taken place during Chris' campaign. What happened to her before Chris finds her?

Besides, I also wanted to do some more Alexia and Claire art. Don't piss off a woman with a PhD!

The story is here - The Ice Queen - A Code: Veronica X Short
Ashford Mansion
Antarctica
January 3rd 1999
… drip…
The darkness... fear…
Inside her mind those two forces were overpowering. The terrifying blackness was consuming her spirit; sapping whatever strength that had remained. In the distance, the sound seemed to echo its foreboding noise further into the depths of her dreams. The darkness always amplified sound. It was something she knew quite intimately from her youth.
She hated the dark; hated it ever since the day she had fallen down an abandoned well behind her parents’ home. For hours she had lain at the bottom with a sprained ankle surrounded by the unyielding darkness. At the young age of seven, she had never felt so helpless… or scared. Trying to call for help had proven to be in vain due to the depth in which she had fallen. Terror and pain had been her only compa

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Staring back at her captor, Claire took a couple of deep breaths in an effort to calm her pounding heart.

“What… what do you want?” she asked. Then a more important question seized her; causing her temper to flare. “Where’s Steve? What have you done with him?”

The blonde woman stood off to her left. Soon a velvet hand grasped her chin and pushed her face upwards. Looking down at her, the Ashford woman’s eyes pierced into hers.

“You have very beautiful eyes,” Alexia said to her with another foreboding smile. “Very defiant eyes. You care more for the fate of others than you do your own well-being. It is an admirable quality you possess, Miss Redfield. Unfortunately for you it is predictable.”

********************************************************

This is a fan art piece I decided to do on a fan fiction I wrote a few years ago titled "The Ice Queen - A Code Veronica X Short" focusing on a "What if?" scenario that takes place after Claire and Steve are captured by Alexia Ashford and would have taken place during Chris' campaign. What happened to her before Chris finds her?

Besides, I also wanted to do some more Alexia and Claire art. Don't piss off a woman with a PhD!

The story is here - The Ice Queen - A Code: Veronica X Short
Ashford Mansion
Antarctica
January 3rd 1999
… drip…
The darkness... fear…
Inside her mind those two forces were overpowering. The terrifying blackness was consuming her spirit; sapping whatever strength that had remained. In the distance, the sound seemed to echo its foreboding noise further into the depths of her dreams. The darkness always amplified sound. It was something she knew quite intimately from her youth.
She hated the dark; hated it ever since the day she had fallen down an abandoned well behind her parents’ home. For hours she had lain at the bottom with a sprained ankle surrounded by the unyielding darkness. At the young age of seven, she had never felt so helpless… or scared. Trying to call for help had proven to be in vain due to the depth in which she had fallen. Terror and pain had been her only compa