Disclaimer: Merlin=BBC

A/N: Merlin's POV of that first scene between him and Morgana in 4x06

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195. Cold

Merlin slept with no dreams. It was uncomfortable being surrounded by only dark. The image he saw before closing his eyes was a rock slide separating him and Arthur, Arthur shouting his name. He closed his eyes, feeling himself being lifted into the air. Then he lost perception of his surroundings and fell into the nothingness.

A splash of water woke him. It if weren't for his vertical position, his arms unwilling to return to his sides, Merlin would've thought Arthur had dunked a bucket over his head for sleeping on the job. Merlin's hands slid to the side of the chain that held him upright, finding a much more sinister bestower of the bucket.

"Good morning," Morgana said sweetly, walking up to him. Merlin didn't back down, remaining inches from her smiling face.

"Is it?" He kept his voice from shivering despite the cold moisture on his skin and tunic, the air no warmer.

Her face fell into a false sadness, "Aw, don't be like that." Her face jutted closer to his, "We have a lot of catching up to do."

Merlin was panting, the cold still filling the room, clinging to his damp clothes.

"After all I haven't seen you since you condemned my sister to a slow and painful death, thwarted my plans to take over Camelot, and forced me to live in a hovel,"

Throughout her speech, Merlin could see her composure slipping, her lip twitching with contempt. He figured he'd mock her a bit, to have a bit of dark humour before she killed him, "Couldn't do me a favour, could you? Let Arthur know. He still thinks of me as an underachiever but I'm quite proud of those accomplishments. I can die happy."

Merlin was almost smiling, seeing the twinge of discomfort on Morgana's face. But that smile slid away at her next words, "Oh, you're not going to die."

Unease settled deep in his gut. What does she want then? His unease turned to fear as he saw pleasure and excitement cross her features.

"No, no," She leaned closer, her breath hot on his chilled face. "I'm not going to make it that easy."

Dread like icicles shot through his chest as she stepped away. He shivered as he realised that she was the cold that left the room vacant of warmth. Her hatred and greed was deep snow, and that snow was about to do something unknown to Merlin, and it scared him.

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A/N: I know I've done rather depressing stuff lately, but I just wrote one influenced by Tangled! It's really sweet, but I'm not sure if I should put it up next. Tell me if you want it next.