Mahkohime

I wear many masks. They were made to hide my true form. Layered like thick armor, the masks keep everything out, but they also keep everything in. The top mask, the one everyone sees, is made of the strongest steel. Harder than stone, it takes everything thrown at it and deflects it better than any shield. But even the strongest steel can weaken under a flame, when the flame gets hot enough. The second mask, always shining in my eyes, is a boiling cauldron of molten anger. Churning and thrashing, it burns, and sometimes melts through that steel. But even the hottest fires can extinguish under the sea, if the sea is cold