Chapter 2

He threw one leg over the coffin and pulled himself out. Lana was in shock that they had found a Snow Elf, still alive and young, in the end of a Nordic Ruin. Neg's jaw was still hanging loosely as she stared at the extremely handsome Elf before her. Much better than a Jarl-and his abs were uncomparable, she thought as she looked at him. Neg quickly closed her mouth, practically drooling.

He pushed his snow white hair back and took in his surroundings. He put his hands on his hips, trying to look for his staff. He let out a sigh, finally giving up on his small search. He turned his emerald eyes to the girls who had opened his coffin.

"I should thank both of you for releasing me," he gave a small bow, but the two sisters kept staring at him.

He looked inside his coffin and picked up the gold staff he was looking for. The staff shone brightly in his grasp, the woven edges spewing out light.

"You're suppose to be dead," Lana spat out, slowly waking back to reality.

"And you look nothing like your statue, trust me, we've seen it," Neg added.

He gave them a charismatic smile, "I had constructed a potion, to put me in deep slumber until someone opens my coffin."

He pulled out a shining glass sword and placed the tip near the two girls, swaying it back and forth, "Now which of you beautiful girls is the Dragonborn?"

Lana and Neg exchanged looks of confusion. Lana opened her mouth to answer but a thundering sound surrounded the room. The three turned their attention to the bottom of the stairs, where a tall man in Daedric armor stood. He held an Ebony sword and the shield of Ysgramor. Lana could feel her stomach twist in a tight knot. We have to fight this guy? She thought.

"You leave those helpless women alone," the man said pointing to the Snow Elf.

"Excuse me? I think we can handle this on our own," Neg said offended.

The Snow Elf rolled his shining eyes, and rested them on the threatening solider. He raised his hand and a large fireball began to grow within it. He sent the fireball flying threw the air and into his target.

The man easily dodged the fireball, then shouted, "So you like to play with fire?" He let out a thunderous yell, fire spitting out of his mouth and to the Snow Elf.

"Foolish boy!" The Snow Elf said raising a hand creating a shield, the fire flowing gently off the shield.

"Dragonborn?" Lana whispered to her sister.

"So attractive," Neg replied still looking at the Snow Elf.

"You mean the man who almost slit our throats like an elk?" Lana questioned.

"That's handsome," Neg pointed out.

Lana shrugged her shoulders, "valid point."

They watched the two, blasting fire and ice at each other. Lana quickly ducked her head, dodging a fireball. Neg continued to smile mindless as she watched the Snow Elf fight the strange man.

"Dragonborn! I have awaited this battle!" The Snow Elf yelled to him, slashing his sword across his shoulder.

The Dragonborn raised his sword over his head ready to slice it down in his enemy's head. The Snow Elf pulled back his hand and sent his fist flying and into the Dragonborn's skull. The blow sent the Dragonborn flying through the air along with the pieces of his Daedric helmet.

"So charming!" Neg yelled, cheering for the Snow Elf.

Lana looked at her sister standing beside her. She continued to question her sister's intelligence.

"Do you know who I am?"

The drowsy Dovahkiin looked at his enemy walk closer to him. The Snow Elf crouched to his level, smiling brightly at him.

"I am the legendary Snow Prince," he said, his charismatic smile brighter than before.