He came to her, the final snowflake on the branch of a tree that sent an avalanche cascading towards the spiral of a new world.
It was love at first sight, if either of them could love.
He couldn't find it within his hollow being to take her power, to unleash his upon her perfect, crystallised world. Instead he reported nothing, nobody worth speaking of, to his Superior; the very man who ultimately betrayed him.
He visited her whenever he had a free moment. They'd take walks through her stone gardens, or ride across the frozen lake to explore the winter forests that lay beyond.
He revelled in her, her icy demeanour, her thirst for power, her passion. And indeed, she enjoyed his company. He was an educated man, a constant source of interesting conversation, and she understood him like ice understands the cold.
But even a winter of a hundred years can never last forever. She fell from her throne as the ice melted into spring. He, too, fell into oblivion, never to return as fire burned away every icy defence until nothing but smoke was left to fade in the summer breeze.
He still thinks about her sometimes, as he mercilessly works through every day, keeps himself busy throughout the night. He isn't one for what ifs, but sometimes he can't help but wonder maybe, what it would have been like, if they were still together, in their winter haven.
He turns the air conditioning down a few more degrees and continues his work.
