She ruled with fear, terror, and pain. Most of all pain; All because she couldn't feel it. She was beautiful; Frozen in a time where she felt nothing, captured in a place so dark, where there was no feeling; no happiness, no sadness, just nothing. She was a Queen caught in Ice and the tale she told was a dark one at that.
Down the corridors people followed, loving to be at her side, eyes ate greedily at her image, trying to unfold the mystery of such perfection. Long, slender legs, warm blond hair, piercing blue eyes that could freeze your could soul if they willed it; and all at the tender age of 16.
She was all-in-all perfect; but only from an outsiders view. Inside raged a war of epic proportions, of good and evil; only…evil was winning, and with that, spreading everywhere inside of her.
In her home, she sank into the shadows, becoming one herself. Yelling and Terror of drunken madness from a place that was found suitable for her by an elder of 'the system'; Never once did she say what he did to her, never once did the words 'help me' escape her lips; but her eyes, oh her eyes. They screamed it, they begged and pleaded for a shining knight to rescue her but he never came.
Her 'Master' left bruises on her fragile mind, making her grow cruel from the years of torment, leaving twisted roads that left her once innocence trampled in the dirt, forever forgotten.
No Shining knight in armor came to her aide, a Dark one did. Blood poured from her neck where he bit, leaving 2 perfect punctures in the perfectly frozen girl. She drank from him willingly, infusing his with the red that flowed in her veins, slowing it, thickening it, changing it into something entirely different.
He smiled as he looked down at his latest creation, so innocent, so peaceful….looks can be very deceiving. She slept; accepting death, welcoming it to take her away, only even the darkest angel refused her as his own, he deceived her; promising death but granting eternal life.
When she woke, it was dark, she skin was crystalline, her eyes held a hypnotic glare, her teeth, shaper than they were suppose to, and he was no longer there. All that was left was a metal hand mirror in his place next to her.
As hard as she tried, she showed no reflection in her mirror. She became obsessed with her past image as she stared into the reflective glass. She wondered how she looked. Snow piled heavily on her roof; she didn't know how high around her home it was, or how heavy the ice weighed. All she could do is weep. She missed how her mirror always reflected her. Now her mirror showed her nothing, refusing to show her the truth, constantly lying to her.
Specks fell as a warning, then rumbling, but she didn't notice; all she could do is stare into her mirror. The roof collapsed, burying her in snow and ice. Even now she lays in the cold with her mirror, sleeping, waiting to be found.