A/N- Neve means snow in Italian. I posted this story on DA, and wanted to see if maybe I would be able to get a few more reviews here :)

Adventure Time is copyright Pendleton Ward. I make no moolah off this FanFic.

Beaten, torn, worn down to every inch of her being; she was alive.

She had promised that she would come home.

The person who awaited her meant more to her than anyone in the world.

Her Princess.

Her life.

But now, the door to what was once their home had been slammed shut.

Anger seeped from every pore in her body; and it was a wonder she hadn't reached over and killed the adventurer who had once been her friend.

Marceline's face was buried in her hands as she went over the scene she had walked in on.

It had only been a month she was gone and already Princess Bubblegum's appetite that the woman usually appeased was being controlled by another woman.

She had seen her girlfriend's mouth slightly open, her hands gripping the sheets underneath her body; her toes were curled tightly, and the moans that escaped her lips were getting louder and louder.

It was at that moment that the vampire realized the person hidden by Bonnie's knees was Fionna.

She quickly grabbed the woman by her shirt collar and held her above ground, a loud growl making its way from her lips.

"Get...out!" Came the scream as she dropped the surprised woman, pushing her towards the door.

Surprising her more was Bonnie's reaction.

"Marceline, stop!" She shouted, getting up from the bed to help Fionna. "What the hell is wrong with you?"

But the vampire slammed her fist through the wall. "Me?! What's wrong with...me?! You're the one acting like a damn bitch in heat! How long have you had the adventurer between your legs? Was it before I even left? Did you think I wasn't going to come back?"

The woman was silent, looking at her maltreated lover. "I think you should go."

"You're damn right she should, I told you to get out-"

"No, Marceline, not her. You. I can't take it when you're like this. Not only do you always leave for months on end, but your anger is just something I can't deal with anymore. At least when Fionna goes out adventuring, she always comes back..."

Marceline looked at her lover and chuckled sarcastically. "You're serious then? Whatever. I'm out there fighting my ass off for you, doing these things for you, and all I get in return is the ability to come home to you being screwed by someone else in our bed? I don't need this."

The vampire quickly made for the exit, blocking her face so neither woman would see her tears.

She needed air, needed to walk upon the land that gave her a sense of serenity.

Her mind was unable to wrap itself around what went wrong in their relationship. She truly loved the woman with all of her still-beating heart, but apparently that wasn't enough.

It was during her deep and inner thought she heard squawking and a voice.

"Could that be Simon and his penguins?" She muttered to herself, walking to the scene to see what was going on.

Instead of stumbling upon her old friend, she found a woman who appeared to be in her thirties chasing the little tuxedoed bastards.

"Come back here, you guys! You know that wandering away from mommy's castle means danger! You could've hurt yourselves! And Gunter, you know better than that! You're supposed to watch over them!"

Hearing a sympathetic squawking from Gunter, Marceline went to turn away, but was quickly caught by the mysterious woman.

"Who the hell are you?" Came the question, a voice of uncertainty behind the curiosity.

"Me? Don't worry about it. I was just passing by. Thought you needed help is all."

The woman wouldn't normally take the brushing off as an answer, but this time she felt a need to shrug her shoulders.

"You're the first person to pass by this part of town...The first one I've seen anyway," the woman held her penguins; flapping their flippers and trying to escape her tight hold.

"What can I say? Sometimes a woman just needs to get away from everything," Marceline didn't really want to talk. The wound was fresh in her heart and that bothered her immensely.

"Heh, yeah, I suppose you're right."

It was the first time the Ice Queen had ever met someone other than her penguins; someone that held up their interest anyway. She tried over and over again to talk to anyone that she had seen when she left her castle. But it always seemed like she could never find someone that didn't want to run away.

Life was a bitter loneliness, filled with despair and grief, for the older woman. She had lived for so long that she knew what it was like to hide among the shadows, away from the positivity and business of everyday.

"Look, I'm not one to do this for a total and complete stranger, especially someone who seems angry enough to kill the next person they see, but I can tell you have something on your mind...Why don't you...I dunno, why don't you just talk about it."

The vampire looked up with a partially insulted look on her face. "You want me to...To talk about it? To tell you what? How I was away fighting a damn fight for this stupid kingdom only to come back and find one of my friends with her head between my girlfriend's legs?! I was gone for one month. One month. Any longer and I think I would've come back to her being pregnant! I am so sick and tired of everyone thinking that just because I'm a vampire automatically means I have no feelings! I'm fucking sick of it!" Marceline turned towards a tree, breaking it in half with one punch.

"Hey, I know it's not healthy to have the feelings like you do, but taking it out on something that did absolutely nothing to you is pretty stupid also. Calm down. You think you have it so bad? You probably loved her, didn't you? But there will always be others..."

"And you know this how?"

"...I...I don't...But...I lost someone a long time ago. Since then I've been alone. Only to live with my penguins."

"You lost someone?" Her interest peaked at the woman's past.

But the older woman managed to uphold an icy demeanor, her heart still frozen solid by the life she led.

"Yes, lost someone. They died. End of story."

The vampire could tell it was eating at the woman; even the mention of the person she once loved tore her heart into two, so she wondered how the woman before her was able to handle it for so long.

"How'd they die?"

"...A snow storm."

Her memory went back to when she was first learning her powers so long ago. She could do anything. And she would do anything to make her lover's wishes come true. But she couldn't stop the storm that tore at her emotions when negativity surrounded her.

"Look, I need to get home before these little ones fly off again."

"Wait, before you go, at least tell me your name?" A fanged smile made the woman feel at ease.

"Simone, and yours?

"Marceline. So I'll see you around?"

Smiling brightly, the older woman nodded her head. "Sure, that'd be fine. Same time, same place then?"

"Of course," as the vampire watched the woman float off, she felt a sense of peace flow through her own core. Whoever the woman was, she held something deep, something that intrigued Marceline greatly.

"Gunter...It's ok. It's fine." The woman held her penguin to her chest, sobbing softly; the scenery around her filled with a stilled blizzard.

It continued for miles, snow upon snow filled the ground. Yet not one person emerged from the depths of the brisk atmosphere.

Isolation became her; arctic heart shattered to the depths of torment.