The last tear dropped off of Jaina's chin as she arose from her knee to look up at the glowing light that was the remains of the souls released by destroying Frostmourne. Holding in her hand was a locket. Jaina had always subtlety suspected that Arthas never forgot her in the way that she remembered him. Now that she holds this locket in her hand, she knows now that he hadn't. The tears came from the overwhelming emotions running through her head. She felt regret for having to watch him die, and guilt for wishing he hadn't. Arthas was a terrible murderous person, but she has always and will always believe that it wasn't his fault.
Tirion walked up behind her and laid his hand on her shoulder. She turned around and looked up at him to fake a smile. Tirion could see right through the false grin. He knew what she was feeling, for he too was feeling the same. Arthas was a great man in his youth. He would have been the only person that would have been able to take over the throne and do a better job than his father. Tirion looked at her a little closer, and he noticed something was off. "Jaina, what are you thinking?" asked Tirion. "Tirion... This... This was a mist..." Jaina said and paused. "A... Mistake?" questioned Tirion. "No, it was nothing. I must be going now. The deed has been done and Azeroth is saved."
Jaina turned around to conjure a teleportation spell. She was through the portal before Tirion could stop her. Upon her arrival to Theramore, she ran to the top of her tower and once reaching her private quarters, she fell to the ground and sobbed. She still loved him. A burning love that would bring her to a decision she would make similar to the decision Arthas made those many years ago.
Jaina looked up into the mirror. She saw her reflection and immediately turned red. Her eyes began to glow and with her teeth clenched, she channeled a powerful spell in anger. At that instant time seemed to stop and sounds became mute. She screamed as loud as she could but heard no noise. Her vision went dark as she continued to scream; she had no idea what she was doing. Jaina's head dropped and she opened her eyes. At first she looked up to notice the shattered mirror. However, the shattered mirror was the least of her problems. A gust of wind hit her rosy cheeks and she then noticed. In her rage, she had blown the entire roof off of the mage tower.
Jaina's anger had subsided and sadness had left. Retribution was only left. It was then that Jaina devised a plan. She would not settle with what had happened. She knew deep down there was still a small sliver of the real Arthas trapped in the stone-cold corpse known as the Lich King. Jaina wanted... Needed... him back. She knew what she had to do.
She walked over to her half shattered closet and pulled out an all-black outfit. After changing clothes, Jaina painted war markings on her face. Walking down out of the mage tower, Jaina was questioned by her fellow mages what had happened, but she was completely unresponsive. She opened a portal to the lands once known as Lordaeron and step through before having to answer to anyone. Upon reaching the other side she lifted her hood and gazed around at the dead land. She hadn't been her since before the plague. Jaina began crying again. She was simply an emotional wreck and was letting it get the best of her. Just as before, her sadness turned to anger and she began walking towards the main gate of the once Lordaeron Capital City. Just as she suspected, guards were standing at the front. They approached her, armed and ready to kill. Jaina's eyes turned frost blue and without moving a hand the guards were instantly frozen in place. She stopped to look at one of them and spit at the disgust of what she believed to know them as; Forsaken.
She continued forward into the main courtyard of the city. Just as she expected, she was being charged from all directions by Forsaken Deathguards. She turned her neck one way, and then to the other. A snide grin came over her face and her eyes turned from frost blue to bright purple. She threw back her arms and head and screamed as loud as she could. A giant barrage of arcane energy emitted from her body and knocked all the Deathguards back into the city walls. A moment of silence came over the courtyard, broken by Jaina's cold words, "I am not here to kill anyone. However, I will not hold back to slaughter anyone who gets in my way. You would be wise to call off the rest of the guards, for I need to speak to your..." She paused and chuckled slightly, "Queen..."
You could so easily see the fear in the Deathguards faces, for they only feared death itself. A lieutenant came running from the throne room alarmed by the loud noises. A Deathguard cried out, "Lieutenant! Let her pass. If you don't... she will kill us all! Fear her!" Jaina looked over to the lieutenant and responded, "Yes, Lieutenant, "emphasizing the word lieutenant out of mockery, "You would be wise to let me through. I only wish to speak to your Queen and work out a... Deal..." The lieutenant, fear stricken by seeing all of his Deathguards wounded and dazed, bowed his head and allowed Jaina to pass. "As a matter of fact... You would be a good asset to keep around. Come with me. See me to your queen," Jaina harkened with such conviction. "Yes... Yes... ok," mumbled the lieutenant.
The lieutenant led Jaina into the bowls of the city and threw the never-ending corridors of the capital's sewers. Time and time again the lieutenant had to call of rushing Deathguards that were alarmed to see a human in their city. It wasn't long after they had entered the Undercity that the lieutenant had turned and looked up to her to say, "Just through her is our Queen's main hall. But I must warn you... For how much I fear you, I fear her tenfold." Jaina laughed and replied, "I fear no one..."
Jaina walked alone down a windy tunnel leading to the Banshee Queen's main hall. She reached a small opening into a large room. Upon passing through, Jaina became suspicious, for the room was empty. In the middle of the large room was a wide platform was four staircases and four large pillars. Coming from the top of the room was a beam of light that shined on the middle of the platform. Jaina walked up to the top of the stairs and onto the middle of the platform. She turned and looked back at the entrance to the big room. At that moment Jaina heard a small movement from behind one of the pillars, but before she could react there was a knife held to her throat.
"It was unwise for you to show up here... Jaina Proudmoore," said the assailant behind her. "Oh, see that isn't exactly what I was thinking. I was thinking more along the lines of... it was unwise for you to pull a knife up to my throat... Sylvanas..." said Jaina in an unusually cocky voice. Not a second more had passed before Jaina's eyes once again turned purple. She screamed once again and Sylvanas was thrown back into a pillar. Jaina turned to her and said, "relax banshee. I am not here to fight you. I'm here more for a business deal. Judging from your lack of overall skill with a blade, I would recommend listening closely..."