The Lich King fell to the ground with a crash, dropping and shattering Frostmourne. He grunted, eyes darting around wildly. Lady Jaina Proudmoore sprinted over to him, her chest heaving with every breath. She hefted part of his body onto her knees, using them as support. The Lich King's eyes ceased their icy blue glow, returning his eyes to Arthas'.
"Jaina...!" Arthas' hand reached up, gripping Jaina for support. "Is.. it.. over?"
Jaina covered her mouth with one of her hands for a moment. She uncovered her mouth. "Yes, Arthas... It's... It's finally over. You're- we're free. We-"
"I see... only darkness... before... me..." Arthas' hand fell back.
King Terenas' ghost materialized. His eyes softened, his pale, translucent form kneeling down. "Jaina... It is too late." He lowered his head. "Arthas is... gone." He brought his hand over Arthas' eyes, closing them at long last. He slowly reached into Arthas' armor, pulling out and revealing the locket Jaina gave to Arthas when they were young lovers. He removed the locket from Arthas, and placed it in Jaina's hands.
"He... He kept it!" Jaina burst into tears, clutching the locket close.
Terenas slowly stood as Jaina moved away from Arthas, laying him down. "Without it's master's command," He turned to face Tirion Fordring, "the restless scourge will become an even greater threat to this world. Control must be maintained. There must always be..." Lightning struck behind Terenas, a light in the dark sky. "...a Lich King." Terenas' form faded.
Tirion strode over to the crown Arthas had worn, bending down to pick it up. He stared into the gem in the middle. The weight of such a burden... It must be mine! For there is no other-
Jaina cleared her throat before he could finish his thought. "Tirion..." She let out a small sigh. "I... I, Lady Jaina Proudmoore, offer my... myself, to the title of... of Lich Queen." Tears welled in her eyes.
Tirion's eyes widened. "No, Lady Proudmoore," He turned around, preparing to walk up to the throne. "I cannot do such a-"
"Do it, Tirion!" Jaina's voice was pleading. "I... I need this. I will be the jailor of the damned. Please."
Tirion slowly closed his eyes, taking and releasing a deep breath. He began walking up the steps. "I am so sorry, Lady Proudmoore..." He apologized softly.
"There's no need to be sorry." She reassured, sitting on the throne once they were at the top.
"I just hope you know what you are bringing upon yourself, Lady Proudmoore."
"Of course... Of course I do." Jaina hesitated, before replying with a firm voice.
Tirion nodded quietly. "Very well, then." He slowly placed the crown on Jaina's head. There was a long moment of waiting, the crown seemingly doing nothing, then the eyes flashed open. The light from the eyes was a shade of violet, the same as Jaina's robes. The gem had changed as well.
"By the light..." Tirion murmured, backing down the steps.
"Tell them only that Arthas has died!" Jaina pleaded. "They must never know what happened here! Tell them... TELL THEM I DIED WITH HIM!" She screamed before being fully encased in ice, frozen on the damned throne for years to come.
"Proudmoore..." Tirion's eyes were wide.
"Now, GO! Leave me, and NEVER return!"