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The Frozen Throne

"Far to the north of Essos and East of Westeros, lay a large snowy continent call Northrend, An island so cold that you need the warmth of dragon blood to travel too. The very island is a frozen wasteland that cools even the very sea." A woman voice stated soothingly to her son.

"Is that why they call it the shivering sea?" The young man asks his mother as the ship rocks back in forth, the sailors scrambled on the deck trying to hold on through the storm. The woman had a baby in her hand and she held the young baby against her breast feeding her.

"Yes my son our predecessor Aegon the Conqueror travel to the land called Northrend and founded at the very top of the tallest mountain sat a chair frozen solid as hard as Valyrian steel and incased of the frozen pillar sat a chair. The man wore runic steel plate over the top of a chainmail, thick pauldrons have the sigil of skull covered his shoulders and his gauntlets had several sharp protrusions emerging from it and the man sword, it was like no other it had Frost cover runes the hilt were adorned with a skull image of a dragon, The man greaves were that of dark skulls and his hair were a snowy white like our very own."

"Mother may I see it again?" The boy asks his mother who handed him the baby. She went into a chest and pull a item that was covered in a dark purple wool cloth that covered it entirety of it contents.

The boy returns the baby to her and flips the cloth over and lays in sight the very blade she were discussing "This sword is called the frostmourne "it's said whomever takes up this blade shall wield power eternal, just as the blade rends flesh, so must power scar the spirit, only the greatest of the Targaryens wielded it without being corrupting by the power that lays within,"

The woman frowns before covering the blade again with the cloth "Your father wielded and it drove him mad, the only one who could wield it was Aegon and it help him take Westeros along with his dragons."

"How did Aegon acquired it mother? Wasn't it stuck frozen to the throne as well?" Rhaella Targaryen smiles at her son, the boy was smart and he loved hearing the story of the frozen throne.

Aegon was a intelligent but very prideful man, he realize that he couldn't always depend on his dragons or his enemies with enough time will find ways to counteract them so he did something no one expect, He knelt to the being on the frozen throne and prayed for help. He promises the figure on the frozen throne a life and that one day he will free him for his help, after his conquest of Westeros he held up his bargain and sacrificed prisoners of war and it been like that for every Targaryen King but before that Aegon went to return the blade and the figure finally spoke and told him to only return it when he no longer have any choice for the blade will awaken him from his slumber." She stops and took a sip of water.

"Aegon kept the blade and past it down to each member of his family who were to become king after teaching them to resist the dark influence of course. Jaehaerys II were eventually entrusted the sword and he never wielded it but he still secretly sacrifice prisoners from the black cells of Kings landing after shipping them to Northrend to freeze to death by his Kingsguard, the sacrifices didn't stop until your father took the mantle of the sword and not being trained to resist the influence of the sword by his father eventually it had consumed him driving him mad causing the north to rebel."

"Now when you are ready I will one day bestow this sword upon you and you will return it to its rightful place." She reaches over and ran her hand down the boy hair "Viserys don't let the darkness consume you. Don't let the hate control you." She pecks him on the head and smiles as Viserys wipe his forehead.

Daenerys Targaryen eyes never left the sword, it was in a finely cut glass case, the aura of the sword chilling the glass and the area around it leaving a cold tint. The young Targaryen woman looks around cautiously before reaching over and softly running her fingers over the cool glass.

"That's Frostmourne." Daenerys back away from the blade as if it burned her and she whips her head towards her older brother who were leaning against the doorway "Mother use to tell me stories of the blade and the frozen throne." The young man spoke gently remembering his mother who sacrificed everything to make sure they were free from the usurper grasp "They say whoever wields it wields eternal power." He walks forward running his own hand over the glass.

"I have never seen you hold it brother." Daenerys scooted closer to the young man "why?"

Viserys chuckles softly "I don't trust myself…The blade is curse and it has power to corrupt the mind and hearts of people if they cannot withstand the dark influence, at least that's what mother says that's what happens to our father it's nice knowing that he just weren't mad."

Viserys watches as his younger sister place her own hand against the glass before a slight shiver ran through her "I never seen anything like it." She pulls her hand away and simply turns.

"Where are you going?" He asks curiously as she raised a brow at the silly question.

"To prepare myself for the first meeting of the horse lord." She stated softly, the look of trepidation slipping through the cracks of her blank visage.

"No need too." He stated simply, surprising his younger sister "I called it off after careful consideration, you being marry here will not help when we return to Westeros, only a Lord from the seven kingdoms will be of better help and making allies, they won't be able to deny a great beauty like you sister." He turns only for Daenerys to jump into his arms from happiness, He knew she weren't ready to marry yet and a political marriage here will defeat the purpose of using her as a tool later own down the line though he regret thinking of her as such "but you still much pack though we leave at first light."

The confusion on the young maiden face was evident "We're traveling to Northrend." Daenerys eyes widen at her brother words "I'm planning to make the same deal as Aegon the Conqueror once did…but I will do it better than our Ancestor… I don't just want Westeros, I want the world." He places his hand on Daenerys shoulder "I will revenge Mother and Rhaeger and our good sister Elia." He squeezes her shoulder gently.

-Months Later-

Viserys grabs Daenerys hand and pulls her up higher on the slope pass the slippery ice; He wore a heavy fur coat and heavy fur cover boats, Daenerys wore a similar outfit and he made her forgo the dress and wear thick breeches to keep her fragile form warm.

The higher to the top they went the flurries of snow began to slow and he could that they were getting close to the top with each passing hour. The man had a backpack on his shoulders and tied to the pack were the sword frostmourne.

"We're almost there Sister." He smiles warmly at Daenerys who returned it with her own, happy that her brother been smiling more lately. She held onto his hand as he continues to help her march through the icy wasteland.

After a couple more hours, they had finally reach the peak of the island and their as his mother describe were a throne and seated in said throne were a heavily armored man.

"….It's the frozen throne sister." The awe in the man voice compelled her to step forward and stare in amazement at the figure seated on the chair "Mother Stories were all true."

The snow covered ice chained up the figures legs freezing him in place, His left armored hand were frozen solid to the chair arm rest and his right arm were out and his palm were opened.

"What do we do now Viserys?" Daenerys asks her brother who look just as confused as she was, He didn't think that part through. "Hello…" He asks stupidly not sure if he really expected the frozen man to respond back or not, after a minute of silence Viserys took the sword off his pack and walk forward. The ice was frozen around the man except for his extended hand and he place Frostmourne in his grasp and begun to back away as the ice began to splinter into small cracks.

He stood a few feet away before dropping to his knees and he gently took Daenerys hand and pulled her beside him and made her kneel as well. He stare as two blue orbs began glowing where the man eyes would be, the magic began glowing even brighter in his eyes and the very ice began cracking even further, small chips began to drop then larger and larger pieces began falling around the throne before completely crumbling.

"You've awoken me." A deep voice reverberated from the man "Why."

Viserys stayed kneeling, his legs in the snow "I am a descendant of Aegon the Conqueror, You have given him your sword and as promise you were to be awoken when we felt the time was right."

The blue orbs of the man just gaze upon him "Aegon." The remembrance of the man flooded his thoughts "I remember the conqueror he knelt in that same spot as you do now." The man didn't move an inch since the ice crumbled around him.

"I am Viserys and this is my sister Daenerys our dynasty has fallen and I come in need of help and support…You made a deal with Aegon I would like to make one as well. I will continue his traditions…but I need help retaking the iron throne from the usurper…I need an army."

"Do you know who I am Viserys?" The Dragon spawn shook his head in denial "I come from a far off land brought here by powerful dark magic. I am hailed as the Lich King…You will not be able to control the power I can grant you." The man stated in a matter of fact tone.

Viserys stares at the ground sadden at the news but Daenerys stood and move from her brother reach, The Lich King turns his gaze onto the younger Targaryen "Your Grace if I may." She asks in a humble manner. The king nods minutely."Your grace if you help my brother return to our rightful place on the throne, He will continue the traditions of Aegon Targaryen." She looks at her older brother and smiles softly "And you may have me as well."

She couldn't see the look on the man face because it was hidden by the shadows of his helmet but if she could, looks of amusement were etched across the man lips. He couldn't hold it in and a soft chuckle escapes his lips "You are a interesting Duo Viserys and Daenerys Targaryen."

Daenerys return to kneeling as the man stood "Your grace." The storm began picking up but the area didn't get any colder.

The Lich King walks pass the woman and stops beside her "Arthas." He stated simply "Come." He orders and the two Targaryens fell in step behind him and he walk to the edge of the cliff and the storm cease immediately with no warning.

Arthas bent down and wipe the snow away on the ice and watches as an eye blinks beneath the ice, He ran the snow between his fingers and he stood pulling frostmourne from the sheath at his side.

The sword wielder turn to the two Targaryens "See the true power of the Lich King." Frostmourne began glowing, a blindingly azure light and stabbed it into the ground and his energy erupted like a wave flowing through the snow.

The very snow parted below them as the ice cracked, the two Targaryens panic and look as cracks expanded further and further until the ice erupted on their left and large claw tore it way from beneath the freezing depths and another claw erupted from the ice and then a body of a huge skeletal dragon shatter the ice completely and took to the sky. The beast breathes and a torrent of ice shot from it mouth freezing the ground upon it touch as it flew over the cliff. Viserys and Daenerys ran forward and stood beside the Lich king as a massive skeletal army march towards them the appearance of the frost wyrm through their attention before it returned towards their Lich King their eyes shining a bright azure like his own.

Viserys look at the man in a terrified amazement, the army of the scourge kneeled and Viserys followed suit. Daenerys eyes travel to her brother and back to the man she had promise herself too for his aid in retaking the iron throne. The man who awoken the dead return her gaze "I am Arthas Menethil, I am the Lich King."