I must profusely ask for your forgiveness. I promise I usually update regularly. I just have been writing Brothers for Prowerboy, and he's betaing the story. We got caught up with editing the third chapter, and I forgot the days. Here is the second chapter. Short, but they get longer as it progresses.


The Ice King watched morosely as Gunter played around with the other penguins. His latest scheme to capture Slime Princess was foiled again by Finn and Jake. All he wanted was to be loved. He'd had a feeling he had felt some sort of undying flame of love before, and from a princess, but he couldn't remember what princess it was. The only thing that stuck out about her were eyes as blue as deep ice. No princess had eyes that dark shade of blue. As for the ones that had blue eyes, they looked faded, worn, pathetic compared to the pure beauty that was bestowed upon his princess.

The Ice King sighed, a deep sigh of longing and confusion. Why couldn't he remember? He wanted to so badly, but when he tried, when he felt as if he were close enough to touch it, he began to react physically. There was a splitting pain inside his skull, as if his brain contained lightning. Then every muscle in his body tightened, spasming and creating agony that paralyzed him. An unearthly howl would pass from his lips that made the icicles on the ceiling quiver. It was a long, loud howl that made the penguins run for cover, and it was so pain filled that the Ice King knew that it was more pain then he was experiencing.

So he had severely limited his remembering.

He sighed again. Seconds later he sat bolt upright. He heard a song. The voice singing it was beautiful. It had to be an angel. He was up and out the window before he thought about it. He followed the voice to a valley of snow, pure and white and undisturbed. Undisturbed, that is, save a line of dainty footprints that ended in a slowly moving figure. The Ice King made a wide half circle and stopped behind a group of rocks that extended for a while in the direction that the figure was moving. He peeked over the edge to see what she looked like, for the voice was from a female.

What the Ice King saw took his breath away. Her hair was red, flowing gently to her shoulders. She wore a pair of glasses that were shaped like raindrops. Her skin was pale, extremely pale, and a light dusting of freckles ran from cheek to cheek over her nose. She wore a dress of dark blue, with a lightweight, silver-colored, sheer fabric that was pattered with snowflakes over the entire length of her dress. A light blue cape dragged in the snow behind her, so soft upon the white powder that it made no impression.

She was the most beautiful creature that he had ever laid eyes on. And there, on the top of her head, was a delicate tiara with dark blue sapphires. Was she a princess? He should capture her to make her his…No. He should not capture her. He couldn't. She was special. A prison cell would not do her justice. But how else would he woo her? If he was honest with himself, he was quite bad with the ladies. None of his princess capturing schemes had ever worked. Maybe this was his chance to try something new. Yes, she deserved something better. But what?