She was a being made with fire and had a temperament to match. He was a being made from snow, a person shaped from ice. Fire and ice went well together. That was the conclusion he found after many days of thinking at Thrasirshall.
She brought warmth and a sense of living wherever she set foot while he stole people's thoughts and froze all actions. And yet, he loved her. He knew he shouldn't, but he did. It may have taken him a couple of months and a couple of freak accidents that happened to Her prospective admirers to realize it. (He really didn't mean to do it, it just happened. He had nothing to do with the accidents, really…) He was no fool. He knew that it was wrong. Fire was not supposed be loved by Ice. Fire gave life and Ice stole it away. His mother had taught him that, a lesson learned through isolation and pain. His mother had killed his father and he was afraid that he would do the same. After all, a reflection is still the same person even if they are on the other side of a mirror.
But She thought they were different, opposites. And that was enough for him. After all, who would argue with Fire?