Hello! I decided to continue using this account for all Genshin related stories. Thanks to everyone who read my last Aether x Ganyu smut fic.

This fic is just a little thing I wrote for fun and wanted to share. I am well aware that it is going to age very badly because you know... I'm writing about a character and a region that is at this moment unreleased. Still I hope you find it somewhat enjoyable. As the name of the Cryo Archon is still unknown, I gave her the name Malphas to stay in line with the theme of archons being named after demons. (Barbatos, Morax, Baal)


It was cold. That was the first thing she took note of as her eyes fluttered, rousing from her slumber. Strangely enough the chilly breeze that grazed her skin felt more comforting than unwelcome. A few moments more and she would find herself staring up at the ceiling only to find that beautiful carved designs of blue, white, and gold decorated the upper parts of the room. Upon further inspection of what she believed was her modest room in a small suburban home, she found that all of her old pieces of furniture were replaced by massive and expensive looking sets. This of course included her bed which was now about 4 times her body size and housed cushioning with intricate embroidery. The room itself had seemingly grown exponentially overnight.

Two thoughts immediately came to mind. She was either kidnapped in her sleep and put in a place that would put any 5 star hotel to shame, or this was all just some strangely detailed and immersive dream. Slowly slipping off the bedside and making her way to the nearest window, she only now noticed that she was dressed in a simple yet finely made one piece nightgown. As soon as she got a glimpse of the outside, it became much clearer.

Yup this is definitely a dream.

It was snowing. And where she lived they didn't get snow. Furthermore it looked as if she was in a million dollar estate. From her view looking out the window she could see a spacious garden with various statues, well maintained decorative hedges and… some menacing men wearing masks patrolling the area. What a weird dream.

The window revealed more than just the outside world however. Only after a few more moments did she notice that through the reflection of the glass panes she could see her own appearance. It looked nothing like her. Bright sapphire eyes that seemed to glow ever so faintly, smooth pale skin without a trace of imperfections, snow white hair that flowed all the way to her lower back. By almost any standard she was undeniably beautiful. She found herself stroking her own cheek with a slender hand.

Knocking from the room's main door quickly snapped her out of her thoughts.

"Almighty Tsaritsa…? Your breakfast is ready."

Silence followed. Who the hell was Almighty Tsaritsa?

"Your grace? May I come in?"

Whoever was behind the door did not have the slightest bit of hostility in their tone and perhaps that was why she deemed it acceptable to try and respond.

"C-Come in…" she uttered hesitantly.

The double doors to the room opened and in came a freckled young lass wearing what looked to be a maid's uniform. In her arms was a covered tray.

Slowly the maid approached and carefully bent down, dropping into a curtsy with tray in hand. Though she moved with grace, her expression clearly hinted at some concealed unease. Carefully placing the tray on a bedside table, the maid went for another quick curtsy before stiffly moving back to exit the room. Before she could leave, the snowy haired girl called out to her.

"Wait!"

"Eep!"

The maid stopped dead in her tracks, color drained from her face and knees buckling slightly.

"May I ask you a few questions?"

"Where is this? Where are we?"

"W-We are in the heart of Snezhnaya your grace… In your personal estate within the city."

"Snez-what now?"

"Snezhnaya..? One of the seven regions of Teyvat and the land in which you rule your grace..?"

"Ahem.. err.. And would you care to remind me just who exactly I am..?"

"Y-You are the almighty Tsaritsa. The Cryo Archon and she who commands all authority in Snezhnaya."

"Erm… Do I have a name beyond these titles?"

"O-Oh.. well I suppose there are a few who refer to you as Malphas..?"

"I see… If it isn't too much trouble, could I ask you to stay here with me for a while? There's just a lot I need to discuss with you."

"Ahh.. w-with me your grace..?"

...

Much time was spent inquiring about her circumstances but in the end she was able to extract a good amount of information from the nervous maid. One thing was for certain, she definitely wasn't back on Earth. The land which the maid described… Teyvat, and the terms she used to describe her… Cryo Archon, Tsaritsa, if her suspicions were correct then she was currently in the world of Genshin Impact. And somehow she had found herself in the body of the game's currently unreleased antagonist.

It wasn't as if she wasn't thrilled to be part of a legitimate isekai experience, but she had a good thing going for her back home. A nice family, a decent PC, a few close friends… She'd like to find a way back if she could, but at the moment she had to deal with the fact that most of the characters from the game that she actually knew were likely far far away in Monstadt and Liyue. She knew next to nothing about Snezhnaya seeing that it was still an unreleased region in the game.

The maid that she had been questioning still stood nervously before her awaiting her next inquiry. Perhaps it was time to let her relax.

"Ahh well that's all the questions I have for now. You may take your leave."

"Yes your grace!"

"Ahh I almost forgot. I would very much appreciate it if you kept our conversation here to yourself."

That… sounded a lot more threatening than she expected.

"Y-Yes! o-of course your grace!"

With that, the maid took off with rushed steps. It seems the Cryo Archon wasn't exactly someone she was comfortable being around. Time will tell just how exactly the people of Teyvat regarded her.

Now that she was alone, the newly reincarnated archon stared down at the tray of food before her. An assortment of meat, vegetables, and what she guessed was hot coffee? Or was that chocolate..? Either way it looked like a meal fit for the divine.

Holy heck that was amazing!

Snezhnaya's Tsaritsa placed a hand on her belly, completely satisfied with the breakfast she was presented with. With a mischievous hum, she mumbled to no one in particular,

"Well even if I did get reincarnated as one of the most sinister figures in this world, I can't complain about getting the archon treatment."

Another knock at the door roused her from her dreamlike happiness.

"Almighty Tsaritsa? Would you like some assistance getting changed?"

The experience of having four different maids helping you get changed was a bit embarrassing but highly convenient. Her regular clothing consisted of a long indigo fur lined trench coat, knee high boots, snow white gloves, and on her head was a beret marked with what seemed to be the emblem of the fatui. And this was after she requested casual attire.

The maids this time seemed to be just as tense as the last. Perhaps it was better to just keep quiet to put their minds at ease.

After dressing up, she found herself aimlessly wandering the estate's halls. The various servants and Fatui guards all paid their respects as she walked by and she could do nothing but maintain a strict poker face to ensure that she didn't do anything too out of character.

What exactly was she supposed to do as the Cryo Archon…?

As if the world sensed her dilemma, a voice suddenly called out to her. A strangely familiar voice...

"Almighty Tsaritsa!"

Quickly turning her head to the side proved her suspicions to be correct.

"C-Childe!?"

He was there in the flesh, the hunk of a hydro user who was once one a playable character in a video game.

The Fatui harbinger cocked his head to the side with a smile on his face.

"I wouldn't expect you of all people to call me that."

She had forgotten that Childe was just an alias of his.

"A-Ahh right.. Harbinger Tartaglia."

Tartaglia maintained that confident smile of his, but his brows creased just a little.

"Are you feeling well your grace?" He asked as he brought his face closer to examine her.

"J-Just fine! Thank you."

She prayed to the gods that she wasn't blushing right now.

"Hmm.. strange." Tartaglia rubbed his chin as he continued to examine the archon.

"What is..?"

"I was expecting you berate me for even implying that the great Cryo Archon could ever be feeling under the weather."

"I-Is that so..?"

"It also isn't like you to fumble with words."

"I-I see.."

"And not once in my time as your harbinger have you ever thanked me for anything."

"W-Well…"

Dammit… He was quite observant.

Taking a deep breath, the snowy haired archon took a moment to compose herself before clearing her voice and speaking in the most serious tone she could handle.

"I assure you that I am feeling fine Tartaglia."

The harbinger's face brightened as he spoke again.

"Good! Because you're needed in the throne room."

"Eh?"

It seemed as if the Cryo Archon's estate functioned not only as her luxurious home but also as the official hall where she would receive guests and organize meetings. The throne room was massive and adorned with stained glass artwork that resembled herself in more regal clothing. Statues of what she guessed were her harbingers, icy themed mosaics on the ceiling, and on an elevated section at the end of the hall was her frozen throne. From an outsider's perspective, the Cryo Archon sat with an air of intimidation and authority. On the inside however, she was just trying not to tremble with all the eyes that were on her at the moment. At both sides of the throne room were several seats occupied by what looked like Snezhnayan nobles if their posh and fancy attire was anything to go by.

Several steps before and below her throne knelt a man who looked beaten and battered. His body was covered in bruises and his clothes tattered and torn. At his sides were two Fatui pyro agents with rifles at the ready. Off to her side was a podium and before it stood a posh elder man who shifted through a pile of papers. Clearing his throat, he began to read aloud from one of the documents.

"Your grace, this man formerly known as Chairman Petrov of the Snezhnaya National Bank has committed an act of treason. The Fatui investigation office has uncovered some substantial evidence leading us to believe that he has been sending large sums of mora to some presently unknown recipients. We also believe that he has been doing this for quite some time.. For almost two years now according to the reports. None of these transactions were registered and it seems the good chairman has been acting on his own initiative. Does the accused have anything to say before the almighty Tsaritsa?"

Staring at the kneeling man dead in the eyes, the archon of frost could clearly see the contempt and disdain in his eyes as he regarded her.

"I have nothing to hide… I sent the mora to the northern tribes. To the Snezhnayan brothers and sisters that our almighty archon has chosen to ignore."

Every word of his was dripping with venom and hatred for the ruler he was addressing. Whispers began spreading across the throne room as Petrov went on.

"The miners and farmers outside the city would not have survived another long winter without funding!"

Another voice interrupted his testimony, emanating from one of the Snezhnayan nobles in attendance.

"Preposterous! Your grace, I, Anton, minister of industry and trade assure you that the northern tribes have been receiving all the provisions that they are entitled to."

The statement had lit a fire in the accused as he raised his voice once more.

"Those provisions were not nearly enough for several settlements to survive the harsh winter! Ever since Snezhnaya's focus had shifted on military development, we have neglected the needs of our common citizens and instead elect to give departments like the Fatui an unreasonable amount of funding to develop and research god knows what!"

Standing beside the Tsaritsa's throne, Tartaglia narrowed his eyes at the man and spoke in an icy cold tone.

"It was the Tsaritsa herself who decreed the shift towards military development. Are you implying that she had made the wrong decisions?"

A heavy silence filled the air as all present curiously awaited a response. The former chairman of the national bank fearlessly gazed into the icy blue eyes of Snezhnaya's deity before uttering his next statement.

"The Tsaritsa's decisions as of late have shown me that she is not fit to rule Snezhnaya and that she is nothing more than a tyrant with no love left for her own people in that frozen heart of hers."

Once again the throne room fell silent and somehow this silence was even more oppressive than the last. Most of the nobles stared wide eyed at the accused, somewhat in disbelief that anyone would have the courage to openly disrespect the Tsaritsa in her own throne room.

Tartaglia's expression grew dark and though he was normally quite good at hiding his emotions, it became quite difficult to conceal the pure unadulterated rage that he felt stirring in his heart.

The Tsaritsa herself kept a blank expression and most of those present believed that she was probably infuriated but really… She had no idea what to do in this situation. Dozens of panicked thoughts began rushing through her head.

Oh man… What the hell do I do now? Why isn't anyone saying anything!? Er… What would the Tsaritsa do…? Shit I don't know! I know nothing about her! Ch-Childe! Stop making that face you're scaring me!

Finally the silence was broken by none other than the 11th Fatui Harbinger by her side.

"Blasphemy… You'll die for that treasonous scum!" Tartaglia shouts as he summons his bow, materializing in his hands from a flash of light.

The Tsaritsa's blank expression suddenly changed to being completely mortified as she realized that Tartaglia was completely serious about murdering someone right in front of her.

"Please stop!" A new voice suddenly came from the entrance of the throne room as a middle aged woman in expensive attire came rushing into the side of the former chairman who looked at her in complete shock.

"Sonya! What do you think you're-"

He was cut off as the teary eyed woman slapped him across the face.

Placing herself in the middle of an enraged Tartaglia and the former chairman Petrov, the woman immediately got down on her knees into a groveling position

"Almighty Tsaritsa I beg of you, please forgive my foolish husband!"

Immediately the nobles in attendance began clamoring amongst themselves. A select few remarks were loud enough to be heard across the room.

"He deserves nothing more than death for his words towards our divine archon!"

"Treasonous bastard! All that mora wasted!"

"Such disregard for the words of our god! He deserves a fate worse than death!"

As they continued to scream for punishment the woman with her head to the ground could do nothing more than beg and weep for her husband's life.

"Please… don't do this." she let out in what was barely a whisper.

Tartaglia was unmoved.

"Step aside… Or you'll die with him."

The woman did not budge.

Slowly Tartaglia drew on his bowstring ripples of hydro began pulsing through a materialized arrow but before he could even take aim, a thundering voice boomed across the room.

"THAT'S ENOUGH!"

Once again the room was silent as the voice of the Tsaritsa effectively shut everyone up and once again she found herself panicking on the inside.

W-What the hell!? Was that really my voice? Oh god, now they're all looking at me again.

Clearing her throat, the Tsaritsa stood from her throne and descended the steps until she was looming right over the kneeling woman. Slowly, the trembling woman raised her head and stared right into the Cryo Archon's cold eyes. She was certain that she and her husband would be executed right then and there. Sent to an icy grave in front of the entire court. However, death never came and instead she felt two hands gripping her shoulders.

The Tsaritsa knelt down to meet her at eye level and was smiling… It was a warm smile.

She gestured with her head as if asking the woman to move aside. For some reason she felt compelled to obey as she shuffled to the side of her husband.

The Archon stared face to face with the man who had insulted her publicly. He still looked at her with that same disdain in his eyes.

"Chairman Petrov. The mora that you gave away, was it truly given to people who needed it?" The archon inquired.

Looking somewhat confused, the man answered.

"Every last coin was spent ensuring that our countrymen in the outskirts would not go hungry in the winter."

"I see… well then I suppose there's no reason for you to still be here, yes?"

"What do you mean...?"

"You're free to go."

That one sentence sent the entire throne room into a state of confusion. Even Tartaglia watched with wide eyes and a hanging jaw as the Tsaritsa helped lift a completely stunned Petrov to his feet.

"You two." She regarded the nearby Fatui agents, "See to it that Chairman Petrov is fairly compensated for the trouble that we have caused him." In response the agents silently bowed.

"Y-Your grace…" Tartaglia from behind began to speak, "Am I to understand that Petrov is to maintain his position as the chairman of the national bank?"

Without batting an eye, the Tsaritsa responded.

"Yes."

The nobles were now clamouring louder than ever.

"I-I see… I am curious about this but it is not my place to question the decisions of the almighty Tsaritsa."

Feigning annoyance, the Tsaritsa then proceeded to plot her escape.

"In my eyes, Chairman Petrov has done nothing that deserves punishment. Now then.. I am quite busy with my… divine duties so if there is nothing else… then… I'llbetakingmyleavenowgoodday!"

Tartaglia watched as the Cryo Archon briskly walked out of the throne room at an unprecedented speed. She was acting more than a little strange today.

"What the hell was that!?" The Tsaritsa complained to herself in a secluded area within the estate. It was a nice, quiet little garden and though it was snowing, the cold didn't seem to bother her. Was it her job to act as a judge in court trials like that? There wasn't even a jury… They seriously left the decision entirely in her hands alone. The pressure was maddening. One thing was for certain, she definitely didn't do what the real Tsaritsa would have done if the reactions of the nobles were anything to go by. She wanted to blend into her role for as long as she possibly could but her actions thus far made doing so pretty difficult. Tartaglia was seriously going to kill that man for sending supplies to the needy... Talk about harsh.

"Almighty Tsaritsa."

"Gah!"

The archon jumped at the sound of another person's voice. Turning around she quickly recognized the new arrival.

"T-Tartaglia… What a surprise."

"Strange… You don't usually get surprised."

A moment of awkward silence followed before the Fatui harbinger spoke again.

"I came to let you know that many of the nobles are quite unsatisfied with how you handled Petrov's sentence."

"Are they now..?"

"Yes. Many of them believe that the slander against you was punishable by death."

"I see…"

"Furthermore you not only let him off without even a slap on the wrist but also let him keep his position."

"That I did…"

She only now noticed the worried expression on his face as he reminded her of her own actions. She did not know what it was that compelled her to speak next.

"What do you think of my decision Tartaglia?"

For a moment he regarded her curiously, then shrugged.

"In my eyes whatever your decision is, must always be the right one. Though your actions were… unlike you, I shall stand by your judgement whatever it may be."

For a moment, the Cryo Archon could feel the heavy thumping of her heart but quickly shook it off.

"Thank you Tartaglia…"

"Hmm… That was the second time you have ever thanked me, almighty Tsaritsa."

"Quit it… Also, could you stop referring to me as almighty Tsaritsa already? I'd prefer to be rid of formalities."

"Really? Well shall I call you divine Malphas then?"

Somehow that name didn't sound any better.

"Just… Call me Iris from now on."

She might as well use the name she was given in her old world.

"Iris? New alias?"

"You may think of it that way, but I'd really just prefer a name people can use casually."

"I see. Well then Iris it is."

In all honesty she was lucky that Tartaglia didn't ask too many questions and that he was loyal to a fault. She was probably acting nothing like the Tsaritsa that he knew and he didn't even question it.

"Anyway you grace, I'll leave you to your business. Do not hesitate to call upon me if you need anything."

"Ahh.. yes of course. I'll be sure to do that. Take care Tartaglia."

With a solemn bow, the harbinger takes his leave with a sly smile, as soon as he is out of earshot, he whispers to himself.

"Curious…"

Left alone, the archon now known as Iris collapsed on a nearby bench.

`"This sucks…"

She had to figure out how to get back to her homeworld quickly before anything else happened. It would be quite convenient if she could somehow perfectly roleplay as a merciless dictator but today's events showed her that she was incapable of doing so.

"I don't suppose there was any character in the game who was an expert in interdimensional travel was there…? Wait…"

That's when it hit her. How did she not think of it before?

"The Traveler…"


This was a fun little experiment but I really don't know if it's worth continuing. Regardless thank you for reading.