There are two paths on this road of ice, one of master, another of servant. One doomed to the eternal responsibility of bearing ice's curse, and the other doomed to a life of servitude to such ice.
I, personally, find this a sparkling tale to be told. A tale that shifts through time and space, where we watch as they grow further and further, perhaps even away from their paths, but none can escape their destiny, predetermined by the gods. While it seems as of now it's fine, there's really nothing a little doubt can't do to disturb a wandering soul.
As of now? The world's in idyllic peace, masking the many threats of impending doom. Of course, that mere prince had absolutely nothing of worth. I wouldn't even consider him a minor threat to that kingdom, that's for sure. Too good-looking, not ruthless enough, ridiculously inefficient, and the worst part? He never bothered to show me respect. Mere respect, but reverence. And to think that he was so close...
This kingdom is in danger from themselves. They will tear themselves apart, bit by little bit, and they'll try, but unless they wake up, they'll never see the end of their world.
Their world is in danger from me.