Page 35 of Vacation with the Ice Queen

Standing alone at the edge of infinity, Serena faced a moment of decision. The rational choice was clear: return to her villa, attempt to sleep, prepare for tomorrow's business calls. That was what Serena Frost, CEO would do.

But the woman standing barefoot under the stars wasn't entirely that Serena anymore. Or perhaps she was some earlier version, uncovered like an archaeological find beneath layers of careful construction.

With deliberate movements, she unbuttoned her silk pajama top, folding it neatly beside her watch. The night air caressed herskin, raising goosebumps along her arms despite the warmth. Her pants followed, precisely folded, leaving her naked.

This, too, was unlike her. Serena Frost did not skinny-dip in resort pools. She did not take unscheduled midnight swims. She did not stand nude under open sky, vulnerable to any passerby.

Yet here she was, stepping to the pool's edge, her body silver-blue in the moonlight, more exposed than she'd allowed herself to be in years.

With a single fluid movement, she slipped into the water.

The sensation was electric as warm water enveloped her body, weightlessness immediately altering her perception. She gasped at the intensity of it, the sound escaping before she could contain it.

Serena submerged completely, pushing off from the edge to glide beneath the surface. Underwater, the world changed fundamentally. Sound muffled, light refracted, gravity's hold loosened. For precious seconds, she existed in a realm without expectations or obligations, without past or future.

She surfaced in the center of the pool, water streaming from her hair, eyes open to the star-filled sky above. The moon caught droplets on her skin, transforming them to liquid silver.

For the first time in longer than she could remember, Serena felt the simple pleasure of beinginher body, rather than treating it as a vehicle for her mind. The water supported her without demand, invited movement without judgment.

She floated on her back, arms extended, giving herself to the water's gentle hold. The position exposed her completely to the night sky, vulnerable in a way that would normally trigger immediate discomfort. Tonight, it felt like surrender in the best possible sense—not defeat, but release.

The stars spread above her, impossibly distant yet somehow intimate. Her breathing slowed, synchronizing with the subtle movement of the water. The constant mental chatterthat normally filled her mind—analyses, strategies, counter-arguments, contingencies—gradually quieted.

In its place came awareness. The temperature difference between water covering her body and air cooling her face. The subtle sounds of water lapping at the pool's edge. The weight of her hair floating around her head like a dark halo.

Serena couldn't remember the last time she'd experienced such complete presence in a moment. Even during sex, part of her mind remained detached, evaluating performance, calculating appropriate responses. It had driven Rachel to distraction, her inability to fully inhabit intimate moments.

"You're never really here," Rachel had accused during their final month together. "Even when you're naked in my arms, you're somewhere else."

At the time, Serena had dismissed the complaint as dramatics. Now, floating in midnight waters, she wondered if Rachel had seen a truth she herself had been blind to.

The thought should have triggered her usual defensive response—rational dismissal of emotional claims, repositioning to advantageous ground. Instead, she simply observed it, the way she observed the stars above—with curious detachment rather than strategic engagement.

Was this what Lila meant about mindfulness?

The concept had always seemed like new age nonsense, a waste of productive time. Yet this expanded awareness, this presence in her own body, felt oddly powerful—as if by fully inhabiting this moment, she accessed something essential that her usual approach missed entirely.

Lila would likely have something profound to say about that. Serena could almost hear her voice, gentle but knowing, naming the experience in that calm way that somehow never felt condescending.

The thought of Lila sent an unexpected warmth through her body that had nothing to do with the pool's temperature. Her memory replayed the massage from that morning: Lila’s strong hands finding exactly the right pressure, the way tension had melted beneath those fingers, the momentary connection that felt like more than professional courtesy.

Serena frowned, disrupting her floating equilibrium. She righted herself in the water, feet seeking the bottom as if to literally ground her thoughts. This line of thinking served no purpose. Lila Skye was a resort employee doing her job, not a subject for midnight contemplation.

Yet as she moved through the water, swimming lazy lengths across the pool, Lila's presence lingered in her mind. There was something undeniably compelling about the woman—an authentic quality Serena rarely encountered in her world of corporate positioning and strategic relationships.

What would it be like to know someone like that outside professional contexts? To engage with that quiet intelligence and perceptive gaze without the structures of client and provider?

Ridiculous. In two weeks, she would return to New York, to Frost Innovations, to the life she'd built through discipline and determination. This island was a temporary aberration, not a new reality.

The cool rationality of that thought should have comforted her. Instead, it felt oddly hollow, like a memorized response that no longer quite fit the question.

Serena swam to the infinity edge, where the pool created the perfect illusion of merging with the ocean beyond. She rested her arms on the smooth rim, gazing out over dark waters illuminated only by the moon and stars. The boundary between controlled environment and wild nature, visible in daylight, disappeared in darkness. From this vantage point, the pool andocean became one continuous body of water, stretching to the horizon and beyond.

The metaphor wasn't lost on her: boundaries blurring, controlled and uncontrolled merging under certain conditions. Was that what was happening to her on this island? Some integration of the Serena she presented to the world and the woman beneath the carefully constructed persona?

She was still contemplating this question when the sound of footsteps broke the midnight silence.

Serena tensed immediately, her instincts activating before conscious thought fully registered the potential threat. She pushed away from the edge, moving into deeper water where the darkness provided better coverage. Vulnerability that had felt freeing moments ago now became a tactical disadvantage.

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