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The Girl and the Ice Queen

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Chapter Two


The very next morning, at the general store.

WANTED:

The Ice Queen of Arendelle

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100,000,000GP REWARD

DEAD OR ALIVE

"Don't even bother, girl. You can't take her on."

"Huh?" The girl glanced away from the wanted poster and found the shopkeeper glaring at her.

"The ice queen. Don't think I can't see you lookin' at her poster."

"Well, she is quite an eye catcher."

"...?"

"Err, I mean, the reward money and all...?"

A pause ensued.

"Yeah, whatever kid. Look, just save yourself the trouble and stay home. Damn clergymen are getting rich off resurrection fees because of her."

"Oh, does she normally let people go?"

"Let people go? Are you joking? Of course not. The Ice Queen is merciless. Those overcocky adventurers are only alive because of their wallet, nothing more."

Huh. That wasn't the case with me, but okay... "Why is the Ice Queen a wanted woman, anyway?"

"Why do I care? The kingdom wants her dead, and is willing to pay a king's ransom to whoever pulls it off. What more do you need to know?"

"I dunno." The girl shrugged. "Figured I'd ask, since it's still a human being on the other side and all..."

"Hah!" The shopkeeper laughed. "That thing ain't no person. No human being alive can kill the way she does and still look themselves in the mirror at the end of the day."

"If you say so." The girl turned to leave.

"You're not seriously thinking about headin' over to her castle, are you?"

The girl smiled to herself. "I think I can handle myself."

"Your funeral, kid." The shopkeeper sighed.


"Good morning!" the redhead exclaimed, nonchalantly sauntering back into the Ice Queen's throne room.

The queen glanced upward from where she sat, scowling almost immediately afterwards. "You again?"

"Yep, me again! I didn't feel like going to adventurer's academy today, so I decided to come here instead!" The girl replied, skipping up to the queen's throne.

The astounded queen visibly struggled to formulate her next response.

"I am not sure what I find more ridiculous," she replied incredulously, after some time. "The fact that you've paid those exorbitant tuition fees and are choosing not to attend, or the possibility that you've somehow forgotten I killed you last night."

The girl cocked her head. "Well, I'm still alive now..." she began.

"Yes," the queen interrupted. "And as of right now I am tempted to permanently change that."

"Oh, you know what I mean." The girl laughed. "If you'd really wanted me dead, then you would've made sure I stayed dead last night."

"What's to say that I can't just kill you again?" The queen growled, conjuring a bolt of ice above her head.

The girl confidently planted both her hands on her hips, completely unafraid in the face of certain death.

"Because I like you!" she replied.

"Wha—"

"—And you like me too!"

The girl's raucous laughter drowned out the queen's protests, although the next thing she knew, she was waking up back in the church infirmary with a note attached to her chest.

"Attend class," it read.


I've been thinking that a more visual medium, such as that a webcomic, would probably be a better way through which to convey this story.

Oh well. Too bad I can't draw.