You wake up with a splitting headache. You groan as you gingerly rub your aching head. You immediately stop as you take in the scene before you. A wall of ice, its color a cold dark blue. Peering closer, you see hints of movement within the ice. However, before you can make anything out, the loud echoes of heels on an ice floor cause you to hide.
In any other situation, you would have welcomed the idea of meeting the owner and asking some questions. Looking at the dark and dreary place you find yourself, however, makes you a tad bit reluctant to meet this owner. You look around searching for cover. Dark heavy drapes cover the walls, blocking windows probably. Proving themselves worthy drapes, you find no light can pass the heavy drapes. Your only source of light is the odd and eerie ice.. Beyond that, complete and utter darkness. You can tell, however, that this is a hall based on how the walls seem to stretch beyond to some entrance.
Meeting the owner of this place will prove itself a bad time. Thus you desperately try to hide before the footsteps reach you. And hide you did, behind that drapes that is.
It seemed that you managed to hide just in time as the moment you are behind the drapes, the doors open with a loud creak. Loud steps make their way to the back of the hall where you and the strange glowing ice are. As the person approaches the ice, you slowly make out their figure.
Loose golden locks of hair hang freely at her curvaceous hips. The top half of her face is hidden by an intricate headgear. Her beauty, however, could not be hidden even with the headgear as you observe her pink supple lips and pale cheeks. You continue your observations and see the silver silk that hugs her figure. It reflects the pale blue light from the ice and makes an aura of sorts around. She stands there looking like an angel, flawless and beautiful. She stood with her back straight and head held high.
She held up her hand, touching the wall of ice and whispered, "I'm sorry sisters. Forgive me for being a fool. As atonement, I will destroy the monsters that led me astray. This time, this time I will not fail."
THUMP! Having been so caught up in admiring this woman, you unintentionally lean too far forward and fall flat on the ground.
The mysterious woman was quick to search for the source. She was upon you in an instant. With a beautiful and frightening smile, she said, "Well, what do we have here. I've told Trundle countless times to not allow anyone in here. Frankly, if it were not for his small uses, I would have killed him oh so long ago." You gulp as you hear her nonchalantly talk about murder. She smirks and continues. "So, tell me, fool. What idiotic decision brought you here?"
The close proximity between you and her allows you to appreciate her beauty even more. If only she were not so dangerous. You lightly chuckle hoping to stall as you think of an excuse for the beautiful yet dangerous woman, "Uhhh, love? Love… for, uhhh… you?" You manage to squeeze out an excuse but the moment you do, you want to kill yourself.
She momentarily backs off surprised. "What?" And then she chuckles. She provocatively leans towards you, "I've interacted with many people. Most fear me. Others admire me. This is the first time I have heard someone say that. Most are not idiotic enough to think they have a chance with me. Even if you are lying, I do commend you. I also congratulate you on amusing me, a feat few have been able to do in the last couple of decades."
Decades?! MIL-... wait no, that word was only reserved for mothers, and based on what you knew of her personality, you were very sure that she would never find a husband, much less become a mother.
"All of a sudden for some reason, I have a strong urge to kill you right now. You wouldn't be thinking something horrible about me, your 'beloved', right?" She gave you a refreshing smile that would have relieved you if not for the horrifying shadow that promised death lurking behind her shoulders.
"Ahaha, of course not." Your laugh is dry and forced, but it served its purpose. The shadow disappeared. Kind of. Nope, it was still there, still peeking and glaring at you. "So… you will spare my life, yes?"
"Hmmm." She looked up and mockingly tapped her index on her chin. With an 'ah', she looks at you with a seductive if not scary smirk. "How about no."
Well, crap. You look to the left, then the right, and find no possible escape. Double crap. Goodbye cruel world. If you were going to die, then you would die with your desires fulfilled. Her dress fit her very well. It wrapped around her curves in just the right way and showed just enough of her supple breasts to leave you wanting. Any man who saw her would be overcome with desire, wishing to tear that dress apart and touch all the curves that lay underneath, but most men did not because they valued life. The shadow behind her was very helpful in reaching this conclusion.
You are like any other man who knows the value of his life, however, unlike other men, you are going to die. So your life is forfeit either way. Not expecting your idiotic actions, she was caught by surprise when you lunge forward. Your hands rush at her unprotected chest and grab tightly onto the silk dress and tear at it with all your strength. Tear it did, and without anything restraining it any longer, her breasts pop out for your hungry eyes. Still shocked, she did not stop you when you took her breasts in hand and felt it for dear life. You even manage to lean in and pop a pink perky nipple into your mouth. Hell yeah! You celebrate, knowing that you would die groping the hell out of these soft breasts.
"You know that I wasn't serious about killing you right? I was planning on punishing you a bit before letting you go."
Woken from your paradise, you pop her pink nipple out of your mouth and look at the woman in front of you. Her face is flushed and her lips curled in anger. You flatly say, "For real?"
"Yes, you buffoon. I don't even know why I didn't kill you the moment I found you. You're worse than Trundle and he's a troll."
"Naturally it's because of this dashing face."
She frowns and gives you a deadpan. "Have you seen your face?"
"Ok, that hurt a lot more than it should have. And no, I have not seen my face."
"What?"
"Nothing! Kidding. Just joking, of course, I have seen my face before. But if it's not because of my dashing looks, then surely my natural charm."
She deadpans and just sighs deeply. "Shut up. Just, shut up. I initially thought I could at least keep you for some amusement, but now not so much. You have managed to give me a headache far worse than Ashe or Sejuani ever did or could." She pauses seemingly disturbed by something and gives you a look. You look back in confusion. She coldly states, "Your hands." You look back at her in more confusion. She groans and screams, "QUIT GROPING MY BREASTS, YOU DIMWIT!" She then gracefully slaps your hands away and covers her breasts from your lecherous eyes. She harshly glares at you and your hands.
You hide your hands behind your back and give her the most innocent look you can, like an adorable baby. Instead of melting the frosty look, she reels back, disgusted. You cry inside; you looked cute as a baby and she reeled away like she saw the ugliest thing ever. But you quickly recover and say, "So, can I go? I already got punished."
She glares at you. "You would have been set free if not for your idiotic actions. Seriously, you groped me! Even worse, you sucked my breasts! So no, you cannot go. You will never go anywhere again." She ends with a cruel smirk.
You do not say anything. You breathe in and breathe out pondering her implications. Did she mean that she was going to kill you? Or did she mean that she was going to keep you here forever as her lover? You are an optimistic person, always seeing the cup a little full, even if it had only a drop of water. That said, you also are not an idiot. You look to the left, then to the right. Alright, once again, no escape. You let go and lunge forward with desire. "AAAGGGH!" You scream a final battle cry.
The woman is confused for a moment, but recent memories rush to her brain and she screams. "Kyaah!" She was genuinely afraid for a second until she remembers who she is. She holds up her hand and then you know only cold. Cold cold ice.
Lissandra's face is pure red and she feels it burning up even more. To think the damn fool would scare her so much that she would scream. Speaking of the fool, she looks at the ice sculpture in front of her and frowns. Originally, he was interesting. Then he was a pervert. And now, he was an ice sculpture, dead. She would have smashed him to pieces but out of the pity that had gathered up in some corner of her heart over the last hundred years, kindly decided not to. He had managed to amuse her for a bit, no matter how perverted he later proved to be.
A cool breeze brings her attention to her now bare bosom. Memories of the pervert groping her surge forth and she feels her fondness for the statue falter a bit. No, a lot. She turns her head from the statue and begins pondering a very important decision that absolutely had no relation to destroying the statue in front of her. Damn it. She was too nice for her own good sometimes. She won't destroy it. Instead, she'll have Trundle throw the wretched thing out of her citadel and destroy it there. Truly, if only some people were as compassionate as her, the world would be a whole better place.
Still, there was a more important matter at hand. Although the cold does not bother her, she still has a reputation as a cold mysterious beauty. She does not want that tainted with rumors of her having some weird exhibitionist fetish. With a snap of a finger, her clothes are restored to their former non-ripped glory, before the beast had ever laid his hands on it.
Finished with her very important matter, she stares at the ice sculpture. She was just about to order Trundle to throw the damned thing away when she notices something that makes her want to scream and smile. Somehow, despite being frozen from head to toe, the pervert manages to survive. He is like a cockroach, desperately clinging to life no matter how wretched its existence. Although it is not True Ice, it is still her enchanted ice powers that froze him. That he manages to cling on to life, no matter how little, was a testament to his powers as an ice born. His resilience towards the cold would almost be comparable to Braum.
Finding someone with this much of an affinity towards their ice born lineage was remarkable. Sadly, that someone was the damned pervert who fondled her with his might. Bringing him to her side would be amazing, but it was him.
Somehow, without even trying, the frozen pervert in front of her manages to pique her interest, then annoy her, and once again pique her interest. That fact makes her annoyed once again. She screams and groans into her hands. Lissandra knew the worth of an Iceborn. She and her sisters were powerful Iceborn, so she knew their worth, especially a strong one. On the other hand, the man frozen in front of her infuriates and interests her to no end which makes that even more infuriating.
Like a mad man, Lissandra screams, and with her hands grasping at her hair shakes her head crazily. For the next hour or so, shrieks and groans of a madwoman echoed loudly deep within the ruins of the ancient Freljord.
The poor travelers who were close enough to the ancient Freljordian ruins to hear the echoes were scared to death. Afraid that the ancient Freljordians were clawing their way from the depths of whatever hell they were in, desperate to exact their hatred on the living, the travelers ran away in fear. They would tell tales of their desperate escape from the ancient Freljordian spirits to the tribes that they visited. Even the Freljordian leaders, Ashe and Sejuani paused, afraid that the ancient ancestors truly had come back from hell. Lissandra would hear of this and once again repeat this incident because of embarrassment, cursing the wretched idiot who began all this, but that would be a story for another time.
The current Lissandra, however, knows nothing of that. Instead, her groaning and screaming draws to a close as she finds a middle ground between her not exactly equal desires to save and kill the mysterious man that she found. She would have Trundle throw the fool out into the winters of Freljord and whether he survived or not would be up to him. A normal perverted Iceborn deserved to die, but if he proved to be a strong perverted Iceborn, then she would tolerate him. After all, she tolerated Trundle in spite of his less than civilized nature.
Even if Ashe or Sejuani discovered his talents and attempted to coax him to their respective groups, she was sure his perverted nature would bring him back to her. After all, what were Ashe and Sejuani compared to her? She had been making men shake underneath her in pleasure long before they were ever born.
She laughs in contempt as she imagines Sejuani or Ashe trying to sway that pervert to their side. With a deep breath, Lissandra shouts, "TRUNDLE!"
"AAAAGGGH!" You wake up screaming and running as you thrust your hands for a final feel before your life ends. The breasts you grab are not the ones you remember aiming for before. Although very full, you feel something is very off. You raise your head and see before you, a beautiful archer, a beautiful pig rider, and a beautiful bald man. Yup, something was very off.