Disclaimer: I don't own The Snow Queen by Hans Christian Andersen or Kyo Kara Maoh. I was just inspired so, here we go!
Note: At last, the long wait is over. I don't know how but I finally found the motivation to both touch up and update 'The Ice King.' It'll probably still take me awhile to do every chapter I have posted so far but as long as I just work on one at a time and not try to do it all at once like I did before. With that said, I'll try to get at least a few chapters out a month and see how things go from there since I have other projects that need some attention too. Now, I hope you guys enjoy this revised version of the prologue (at least those of you who have read this story already) and for those who are reading it for the first time I hope that you too will enjoy and continue to support me until I finally finish this story and begin the sequel I promised too.
Prologue
Far away in another world that resembled the one before her in the reflection of a mysterious and beautiful mirror, there, high in the north, was a grand castle entirely made of ice. It was flawless and shimmered like diamonds with thousands of dancing colors. Towering over an endless white landscape, its spires rose high into the heavens like sword tips jutting out of the earth and flowed smoothly out of the land as if it were made from it.
And from within that glittering castle, a beautiful young woman with long pearl-like white hair blanketing her shoulders and icy blue eyes sat upon her throne. Watching the world where HE was in her most prized mirror. Her skin was pale and flawless as the world around her, dusted with sparkles which shone like shards of small rainbows. Truly, this young Queen's beauty was unmatched by anyone. She was adorned in fine ice-like clothing that seemed to form like frost crystals on her skin. But the Queen was lonely and longed for a King at her side, someone who would see more than just her beauty...
She smiled tenderly at the image of the black-haired boy in the reflection and said, "There is no doubt. He's the one who will become my King. Therefore I will shower him with gifts befitting such a noble young-man. He'll surely come here to be with me then, and be mine...forever..." she lifted her pale hand with the powder of her finest snow and blew.
Weightless as dust, it made its way across the barrier that she could not breach just yet until winter officially began. She smiled to herself as she watched him, "Soon, I shall have a new King by my side. Then I'll have someone to talk to besides my snow fay." And then she gently caressed the image of him, making her face and his aline as if to kiss. "Oh how I long to meet you! This shall be your finest winter my King. I shall send you many gifts that will surely make you smile for me. Grand ones which are sure to please you my beloved."
The young Queen watched as the glittering snow flew away into his world. The first snow of winter. Waiting for the day when he would open the way for her fully. So that winter would not be the only time they could meet. If only she could meet him sooner and not merely in a reflection but in the flesh. There was always the winter solstice. The only time where the passage between her world and his directly connected. But for now, she would wait until her snow touched the land that she could only watch over until the time came. That was when she would meet her new King, and no longer have to spend another winter alone.