This is a little something I wrote to somehow make up for updating late on my other stories. So yeah, enjoy. :)
He stood tall and unwavering against the freezing air. The endless black voids of his eyes roamed over the desolate lands before him. White. As far as his eyesight could reach, all he saw was white. He revelled at the image of his kingdom, his cold frozen kingdom. His figure was a stark contrast to his surroundings with his raven hair and black garments.
This land was once filled with life and vegetation. The hills and forests were prosperous as was the rich soil, flowers decorated the earth and the water was cool and clear. Creatures of every kind thrived and all was peaceful. The sun shined brightly and there was never a gloomy day. At the thought of the sun, he gnashed his teeth and his jaw went rigid, a murderous blue hue bordered his irises, how he hated that massive ball of fire.
It didn't matter now though, everything was either covered by snow or ice. Just as everything should be.
Gray took a long last glance at his cold and dark kingdom, a reflection of the state of his soul and heart. One would not consider him human anymore. The blood that ran through his veins gave him no warmth and his skin was cold to the touch and was unnaturally pale for someone who drew breath. He was as cold and frozen, just the way he liked it.
His castle stood gloriously in the center of the frozen land. The structure although breathtaking gave a sense of dread to anyone who happened to come by it. The walls were massive blocks of clear ice, beautiful yet haunting. The towers rose like silent sentinels, standing strong against the chilling air. The main body was like a giant mirror, reflecting the never ending winter of its surroundings. Every bit of it was made of ice, one could even see dark speckles of some sort winding and consorting. Pointed glaciers surrounded the palace and the ice under it was smooth and dangerous. This he created out of his madness, the insanity that fuelled him every day of his desolate existence.
He entered his abode once again, ice forming beneath his shoes with his every step. His strides made a consistent sound that resounded through the lonely walls as he made his way to his throne. Willowy figures bowed to his feet when he passed them by, they too were part of his creation, mobile creatures that drew no breath yet obeyed his every command.
Approaching his rightful seat, he felt a familiar pain and immediately halted his ascend. His eyes grew wide and his ears rang with the unnecessary beat of his frozen heart.
" Never forget Gray" a little voice spoke in his mind. Once again he felt the rage building up inside him over hearing that one miniscule sound that was his bane. It made his mind throb so hard it drove him down to his knees, his hands flew to clutch his head as he gritted his teeth. The sensation that was his secret fear came to him again.
It was warm. He didn't know what else to describe it. It started in the center of his chest, pulsing and making its way to his limbs until it spread all over his body intensifying when it reached his fingertips and in the moment of its peak it leaves him shuddering and breathless. He almost shouts in frustration when it goes away. The feeling was glorious, somehow he wanted to feel it over and over again, he wanted it to stay longer. He longed for it with a violent need. He hated it.
He was left kneeling in front of his seat, clutching his chest and heaving dry breathes. Gray could see his reflection on the icy step and loathed what he saw. In those times of weakness, he felt utterly vulnerable. It felt like the most wonderful thing in the world when it entered his body only to leave him with a crushing pain and a very confused mind.
It was his gift and his curse. He felt it every day, sometimes he anticipated it but most onslaughts were completely uninvited, those he hated the most. He clenched his jaw and made a move to rise. His fists glowed with a dark aura and his eyes sparked with madness. The small amount of warmth and light in the room retreated from where he stood. The ice beneath his feet pulsed with the over flowing magic that raged inside him. His shadowy creations trembled with fear.
When Gray felt that he could not bear it any longer, he reeled it in with eons of practiced control, opting to release a ferocious shout that threatened to crack the very ice he stood on. He knew what it felt to release great amounts of his magic. It was addicting yet completely destructive. He also knew that once he lets himself bask in the immense power, he would want nothing more than to destroy.
"She's calling me" the words came out strained from his mouth. That warm sensation could only mean one thing, the only command Gray was willing to follow. His queen was calling to him.
Without another thought, he let his body move towards the familiar path that led to her. He went through halls and doors and several stairs before nearing his destination. He felt the thrill enter his body at the thought of seeing her again. Gray always felt this whenever he came down here, it was some sort of undeniable anticipation that left him racing just to reach her. His very magic throbbed inside him, impatient and thirsting. Finally he stopped and stared up at the huge doors in front of him. Ancient runes were carved into them, as a precaution. No one was allowed to enter, no one but him. It also had the same function on the other side, no one was to leave, of course with the same exception of his person.
Gray drew breath, one that barely reached his cold heart, and pushed the doors that sounded loudly from lack of use. He closed his eyes and allowed his magic to lead him to her.
Raising up his gloved hand, he laid it onto the cold and unforgiving ice in front of him. This was a different kind of ice. It felt alive.
Opening his eyes, he felt his heart beat again.
He could never describe how utterly fascinating she was to him. Every time he is in her presence his heart never fails to beat again. His very blood roars to life and he could feel the glorious sensation of warmth spreading through him again. There in the very ice, Gray gazes upon the creature that is his queen.
Everything about her is the same. Her blue hair is frozen in an animated motion. Her creamy white skin stands out against transparent ice that encases her. The gentle smile on her pink lips remains the same and her long lashes touch her cheek ever so gently. Her arms reach out to him and her dainty hands stop nearly where the ice ends. She is so beautiful that it is painful for him to even look.
It takes awhile for him to speak as he overwhelms himself with the feeling of being so near her. He speaks the words he always greets her with.
"Will you ever open your eyes for me, my queen" He whispers to her, not caring if his words fall on deaf ears. How he longed to see her eyes, he would do anything, give anything just to be lost in them again. He closes his own dark orbs shut as he tries to remember what color they were, what expressions passed through them. He tries but all his efforts are in vain. His mind conjures several images but he knows that they are all wrong, all too dull to be his beloved's.
Why can't I remember you. He screams in his head, desperately falling to his knees once again as he presses his forehead to where one of her hands appears.
He racks his brain for anything, anything that could possibly be related to the wonderful woman before him. His hands ball into tight fists and his eyebrows draw together in concentration. He lets the familiar cold sensation of his magic flow through him.
Come on, come on, remember.
To his delight, he does remember images, just flashes of a memory, incomplete yet extremely precious to him.
She's in his arms, warm and breathing, he feels the gentle rise and fall of her chest. When she laughs, he feels the rumble and her laughter fills his ears and he struggles to keep it in his memory.
He sees her in something transparent like ice, yet it was moving and dancing around her. She moved her delicate hands and it followed, he could see faint colors of her hair and how alive it looked. His fingers twitched, desperately wanting to touch the silky strands.
He saw her reach out to him, gently caressing his cheek and whispering words to him. He shudders as he imagines what it would feel like if she touched him like that. He tries to repeat the sound of her voice in his head, over and over until he is sure that it is engraved into his mind.
And when hope blooms in his heart, the visions fade.
"NO!" He shouts, desperately trying to regain his concentration, but they do not return and he is left with a fierce longing.
His mind goes deeper into darkness and he looses control. With an anguished howl, he lets out his raging magic. The very castle shakes with his fury as new glaciers rise from the ground. The ice of the walls crack but are immediately replaced only to be cracked once again. The winter grows stronger and covers anything with another layer of snow, the clouds darken further and thunder roars in the distance.
He rises up and stares at his queen with wide frenzied eyes. He feels something warm trail down his cheeks. His whole body is tense, pulsing with magic and something else entirely.
"Who are you?" He asks her in a rough voice.
"Why do you make me feel so warm? Why is it that I hate you so much and love you so fiercely yet I do not know why?" His voice intensifies as he steps closer. Her image is now blurry as he comes face to face with her, his hand lays upon the ice separating them. He feels anger once again and he gives in.
Punching the ice, he puts his all into it yet no matter how strong and no matter how many times he tries to destroy the only thing standing in between him and his queen, the ice does not even crack.
"I can't" he says defeated. "Every day of my existence I try to set you free, I try to remember, and I can't" Gray realizes that his tears now fall freely, blurring his vision of his love.
With all the aguish and pain he could muster he repeats the words he always asks her before he leaves.
"Why did you leave me?"
Silence is his only answer. The Ice Lord looks upon the creature he loathes with all his frozen heart and the woman he loves with everything within him.
He wants it to stop yet cannot bare the idea of ever giving up.
So he touches the ice one more time, and looks at her with dead eyes. He turns around without another sound and closes the door behind him. He locks away the demons and the warmth, all in the wonderfully cruel being he calls His Queen.
Thanks for reading.
Yeah I know there are a lot of unanswered questions to this one like how did Juvia end up in the ice and why Gray turned out the way he did, but I purposely wrote it that way, sorry if it is confusing. I might write a full story though if I this does well. :)