MY HEAD WAS SPINNING. This kiss was different; there was force behind it; almost as if Christian needed to be sure that I was here with him. Had he really been that worried about me? I pulled away for air, I wanted to continue, but I couldn't. I had to tell him everything; it would have been cruel of me to make this more painful for him.
"Christian, stop please." He did as I asked, and looked down at me; his eyes filled with anxiety.
"What? Did I hurt you?"
"No, no. You didn't hurt me," I said walking towards the couch.
"Then what's the problem?" He asked, taking the seat next to me. I looked away; I didn't want to see his face when I told him. I felt his hands grip mine. "Elsa, please tell me." I held back a tear.
"Christian, that boy who nearly killed your brother is after me. He has been for months now. He appeared for the first time about six months ago. I didn't recognize him at first; he'd grown so much since I'd seen him last. His eyes were the most disturbing. Not only did they glow, but they were filled with so much hatred. You could see the anger and the evil in his eyes. He killed a stable boy and his parents. He took…he ripped the boy's…" I couldn't even say what he had done, it was too sickening. "I didn't know such power existed. He killed them with magic. He left warning me that he'd be back for me. About a week later he showed up in the fields and burnt down most of the crops, along with the farmer and his family. We didn't see him until Anna's wedding," I stopped and forced myself to look at Christian, who looked at me with concern and fear. "He vowed to destroy my kingdom, and to take away everything I loved, to destroy my happiness."
"Elsa, why didn't you tell me about this when he first appeared? I might've been able to help," Christian said stroking my cheek with the back of his hand.
"Because it wasn't your burden to bear." I replied.
"Well now I know, and I'll do anything I can to help." I looked down, knowing that now was the moment.
"Christian…I've recently discovered a way to deal with Wilhelm."
"What?"
I got up from the couch and started to walk towards the desk. I opened the drawer, pulled the hidden lever, reached into the hidden compartment, and picked up the book. Christian got up from the couch and walked over to me, reaching for the book.
"Is this a—"
"Spell Book? Yes, it belonged to an evil witch. My great-grandfather took it from her, and used a spell to bind her of her powers."
"And that's what you're going to do isn't? Use the same spell to bind this Wilhelm of his powers?" I nodded, and took the book from him. "There's more isn't there?" he asked, there was a slight sense of fear in his tone. I nodded my head yet again.
"The spell…it comes with a high price. You see the witch who created this book made this spell's price so high that no one would cast it, not unless they were truly desperate." Christian walked over to me. He put his hands on my shoulders, his brown eyes gazed into mine.
"Elsa, what is the price?" there was more fear in his voice this time. I had to tell him, I couldn't lie. "Please tell me," he begged.
"The price is simple enough," I said with little emotion, as I was trying to keep from causing a winter storm in my study. "It's my life."
My smile grew wider as the mirror finished telling me of the other way I could get my revenge. It was so simple; I had no idea as to why I hadn't thought of it before. It was even better than the original curse that I had planned on casting. This was a fate worse than death.
"Are you now pleased," the mirror asked me. I nodded my head.
"Yes, thank you. This new plan is even better than the first. And there is nothing that can ruin this."
"Oh, but there is," the mirror said.
"What?" I asked unconvinced.
"True love!" I stared at the mirror for a moment, before bursting in a fit of laughter.
"HAHAHA. True love?" I said in-between laughs. "There is no such thing," I told the mirror. "Love doesn't exist. The only reason people pretend to believe in it is so that they can get into their partners bed. So you see, Mirror I have absolutely nothing to fear!"
"There is also the problem of getting the major ingredient," the mirror added. I chuckled.
"Oh no it's not," I said smiling. "I know a women who has exactly what I need, and I know where she lives."
"Well then," the mirror said impressed. "You should be on your way."
"I couldn't agree more." I turned my body so that I was facing the door.
"MORGRIM," I yelled. The door opened violently, nearly coming off its hinges. A werewolf appeared his black fur in knotted messes. His red, glowing eyes fixated on me.
"Your Majesty," he said in a deep growling voice.
"Ready my carriage," I told him smiling. "We're going on a little trip!" The werewolf bowed and exited the door, leaving behind a trail of drool and blood from whatever child he had consumed earlier that night.
"Wouldn't it be faster for you to just teleport there?" the mirror asked. I turned around, slightly annoyed that he was questioning me.
"I'm sorry," I said with false remorse. "But I was under the impression that you were my slave, not my adviser." The mirror said nothing after that. I smiled, my revenge was coming, and soon, oh so very soon. Elsa would be no more, and nobody in all the wretched world, no woman, man, or boy, or girl was going to stand in my way!
