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The Girl and the Ice Queen

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Chapter One


The Ice Queen watched from her dais as a single hooded girl stumbled into her throne room, alone.

"You must be a special kind of stupid to have come alone." she laughed, leaning forward. "Do you really think you can collect the bounty on my head all on your own?"

The bard, rather winded by her long journey, leaned on a nearby pillar for support.

"Uh, no..? Why would I want to do that?" she replied.

This caught the Ice Queen off guard.

"I mean, it's just my opinion and all." The girl went on, clasping her hands together under her woolen jacket for warmth. "But I'm pretty sure you'd agree when I say you look much better with it on."

"What?" asked the now rather dumbfounded queen.

"Your head. The one your shoulders? I think you'd look prettier if it stayed there is what I'm saying."

A silence ensued.

"Uhh..." The redhead laughed sheepishly. "Let's start over from the beginning. My name's Anna, what's yours?" she continued, taking a step forward.

The Ice Queen growled, sending a lethal flurry of ice flying toward the intruder. The girl's body slumped to the floor, dead before she even knew what hit her.

A pause ensued before the queen let out a sigh, conceding immediately that her actions were fairly rash.

Were they necessary though..?

"Well," The Ice Queen thought to herself. "She could very well have just been trying to get me to lower my guard before attacking, and—"

White light suddenly began to bathe the girl's corpse as the Ice Queen pondered her actions—the telltale sign of a resurrection spell. Anticipating the return of a now very angry redhead, the queen readied a second flurry of ice, only to be thoroughly perplexed when the white light coalesced into a small harmless wisp instead of that of a live human being.

"Is this some kind of a joke?" the Ice Queen shouted, for she was well acquainted with this particular variant of resurrection.

The spell was one designed for use as a safety net of sorts in playful duels, spars, and other such situations where neither party truly wished lasting harm upon the other. The way the spell worked was that the victim's life essence would temporarily be preserved in the form of an incredibly vulnerable wisp upon death, with the immediate cessation of hostilities being expected to allow a priest to revive the fallen. This variant of resurrection was virtually never seen in true combat scenarios, as permanent death would result upon the destruction of the wisp, hence why the Ice Queen was now more bewildered than ever.

She watched as the little ball of light fluttered about her throne room, automatically searching for a way out.

"Just a flick of the wrist." She thought. That was all that was needed in order to forever end the life of this suicidally audacious, and awkward, redhead.

She could do it. Executing people in cold blood had never fazed the Ice Queen. In fact, she'd long since built a reputation for ignoring the pleas for mercy from overly cocky adventurers and would-be bounty hunters. But this girl...

The Ice Queen instead directed her icicles at the nearby wall, puncturing it for the wisp to escape through.

"She seems harmless enough," the Ice Queen thought, as she watched it float away through the crack.


Sometime later...

Two bleary green eyes blinked open as the redhead rose from a bed.

"Oooh, my head hurts." she groaned. "...Huh? Where am I?"

"The Arendellian Church Infirmary," a male voice replied. The redhead turned to find a priest nearby, attending to another patient.

"I'm alive?" she asked.

"Yes, it would appear as though you are." The priest confirmed. "It was wise of you to have received a protective blessing. However, do ask your partner to exercise more restraint in the future."

"My partner?" The redhead echoed, thinking back to the supposedly merciless Ice Queen. "Wow..."


This is just a little thread I had in my mind being fleshed out a little further.