The pale blue skin of the woman shimmered in the glow of the moon shining through the windows. She sat idly, legs crossed and a hand resting against a smooth cheek. Her white braided hair ran down her shoulder and into her lap. But neither her hair nor her skin was the most striking feature of this woman: it was her dark red eyes. They smoldered and swirled with a secret life.
She sat on a throne of ice, set on a dais high above a floor of ice. The room was large, with a ceiling rising many story's above her head, but it was empty of all furnishings except the throne. Tall windows looked out onto an endless castle yard..
She tapped her fingers on the arm rest of the throne, keeping time to a silent melody within her.
Below and beyond her hall of ice the sound of a skirmish broke out in the antechamber.
She tapped her fingers, not missing a beat.
The sound of rushing footsteps drew near as three figures burst through the door. They stared up at the pale skinned woman.
She tapped her fingers.
One figure, a man, hefted a giant blade and smashed it downward, cracking the floor. The second figure swung a massive flail above her head. The pale skinned woman shifted her position ever so slightly and the frost arrow whistled by her head, tousling a lock of her snow white hair and impaling itself in the wall behind.
"Do not move, Ice Witch!" The third figure stepped forward, a bow in her hands. The witch's implacable expression transformed into a smirk.
"Ashe." She tapped her fingers as she spoke, her voice echoing out as if two had spoken at once. "How good to see you. And you as well, Tryndamere. But I am curious as to why the Averosan come hither with the leader of the Winter's Claw."
"Hold your tongue, filth," Sejuani moved up beside Ashe.
"Quite easy to sneak in here, really." Ashe taunted.
"You have a pathetic excuse for guards," Tryndamere laughed. "We cut them down without effort."
"Oh my, have I made a foolish mistake, leading the three leaders of the Freljord tribes to my doorstep?"
The three champions shifted uneasily, suddenly unsure of themselves. As they stood exchanging wary glances, the icy floor began to flow and creep up around their feet. They wrenched free and jumped back, watching as the witch stood tall and glided down the steps from her throne. As she walked,ice crawled up her legs and swept over her body, molding into seamless armor. The ice reached her head to form a pointed helmet that covered her blood red eyes.
"The institute would be sure to take care of you, if you stepped down." Ashe drew back her bow. "Don't start a unneeded fight."
"This is no time for talk, Averosan." Sejauni took a step forward to fling her ice bola at the witch. It made a direct hitand encased the woman in a prison of ice, but it lasted only for a second before it shattered and fell away in a rain of tiny icicles. The witch laughed as she strode towards them.
"Now, feel the power of True Ice."
She raised her hands and ice shards, razor sharp, shot upwards, breaking apart the floor and flying directly towards the champions. Ashe gracefully dodged each shard, firing off frost arrows in return. The witch lifted a shield of ice as the whistling arrows flew, blocking the attack with ease. She held out her hand and ice from the floor rose to form a heavy spear; she flicked her wrist and the deadly missile flew towards Ashe. Tryndamere jumped to block the attack. The spear sunk deep into his gut, but with a defiant roar his eyes and skin boiled red, he yanked it out and tossed it aside. His gut closed, the wound healed.
Sejuani, darted in from the side and smashed her way through the witch's shield Her flail swung a second time, cracking through the ice armor and knocking her enemy against the wall. As the witch struggled to her feet an arrow pierced her side, barely missing her vitals. Tryndamere came roaring in, heaving his blade in a wide arc. The witch brought up a barrier of ice just in time, but she had not her former strength. The blade broke through the barrier and cut deep into her shoulder.
"Time to finish this." Ashe pulled back her bow, a giant enchanted crystal forming to the string. However the Witch was not defeated so easil she raised her hand, fingers outstretched and closed it into a fist.
"Kneelā¦"
Ice rocketed up from the floor to encase the three champions. The tombs of ice grew tall and thick, rising towards the ceiling before splintering off at the top. With the last of her strength she had encased her foes in pillars of True Ice.
When it was done, the witch gasped as the pain of her wounds flashed throughout her body. She put a hand first to her abdomen and then to her shoulder. Cyrstals of ice formed to stop the bleeding. She was far from whole, but with time she would heal.. She straightened and walked wearily back to her throne, the remanants of her ice armor slowly melting away in a mist. She leaned her cheek against a hand and crossed her legs. She stared at the three pillars of ice below her . Three prisons.
The Ice Witch tapped her fingers as a slight smile creased her lips.
