You tumbled and fell at his feet, and looked up at the man who had imprisoned you.
The fear chilled you more than the bitingly cold temperature could ever do.
You were in fearful awe of this man, but you were also in awe of his regal, yet rugged demeanor.
After all, you were in Russia, and he was as you had always known, the Ice King.
He looked down at you, and smiled, it wasn't cruel and evil.
But it wasn't soft and tender one either, it was the smile of amusement, and then your capturer pulled your hair, to reveal you neck.
"She is clean, there is no mark. She's not one of us." The man told his master.
"Then let's make her become one with mother Russia, da?" The Ice King said, as he got off his throne, and squatted down and looked into your soul with deep violet eyes.
His beige hair fell in thick strands framing his childishly round but broad face. "You will become one with Mother Russia da?"
"I never wanted any of this! I was on a plane ride to meet my brothers in America, when my plane crashed! I just want to go home!" You said with fierce anger and fear.
He nodded, "I see…we might be able to help you, if you become one with Mother Russia."
You paused, and then asked, "What does that entail?"
"You must answer yes or no, and if you say yes you must remember you can not take it back, and you must never tell a soul and you must return to Russia once a year for a week, to celebrate the 7 Day Ice Festival, in which the Ice Dance is the final day."
You thought about this then looked back at him and growled, "I really don't have much of a choice do I?"
He chuckled, "You're quick with your wit, but yes, you don't have a choice at all if you wish to see your brothers again."
You sighed, "Fine…do-do whatever it is that you do, to make me one of you, Ice King."
The Ice King smiled and said, "Good choice."
Then you saw him lean forward to kiss your neck, your neck was hot with his breath, then as his lips took in your neck.
And you were paralyzed as he took in your neck, then he bit your neck and you knew what he was instantly.
He wasn't just the Ice King, this creature that was fearful and handsome beyond your wildest dream, was an upir.
Not just any upir he was a hybrid of an upir and an ice elemental. This hybrid was a legend that was only spoken in whispers throughout the rest of the world and never even mentioned in Russia unless you want a penalty of death.
For it was said, that the merest mentioning of this Ice Vampire hybrid, in Russia, could bring that creature instantly to you.
The Ice King drew back and smiled, giving you a shard of ice as a mirror. "Like your tattoo?" He teased. You gasped as you saw your mark, his mark, a snowflake with a tear drop coming down.
The Ice King fingered your hair, "Now you will have to keep your hair long, so you can cover it."
Then you asked, "What happens if I don't come for that one week of the year?"
He laughed and so did his subordinate.
The Ice King held your face in a firm hold, and whispered darkly, "That is not an option little one."