"Snowflake, I know you do not like him, but you have to marry him!" The King was desperately trying to catch up to his angry daughter. Isis had been summoned into the throne room to meet with the suitor her father had selected. She hadn't been able to believe the man he had chosen. She had told him that she would never marry that guy, she would marry any of the other suitors without complaint, but he had still chosen him anyway! Her father finally caught up to her and grasped her elbow in a firm grip that surprised her. Isis stopped and threw a furious look at her father.

"I refuse, Daddy! You cannot make me!" Isis watched her father wither under her fierce glare and she knew she had won. He had never been able to stand up to her, not his little princess. She yanked her arm from her father's grasp, a cold sneer on her face. "I will never marry that wretched fool. If you're so eager for him to marry someone, make Luke do it. He'll do whatever you say." Isis spat out her brother's name like it was a disease. It disgusted her how eager Luke was to make their father happy. He was a lapdog, nothing more. Unfit to rule the Ice Kingdom in every way. With a final sneer, Isis moved to leave her father in the hall.

"Isis." The princess stopped cold. She looked over her shoulder, her shock apparent. The King stood at his full height. Gone was the meek man she had come to know, the only man Isis thought her father could ever be. Before her stood a man that embodied the image of strength, and on his face was a look of determination that Isis knew no tantrum could move. "You will marry that boy because I said so. I am not only your father, I am the King, and my word is law." Isis's eyes, against her will, filled with tears. She whirled to face him, her posture indignant. "And do not try throwing another tantrum, young lady. You are not a child anymore. You need to grow up and do what is good for the Kingdom."

Isis's fury had dwindled into a feeling she hadn't felt in a long time: tiny. Isis's father seemed to tower over her as he chided her for her behavior, but the last sentence stuck out to her. "Good for the Kingdom?" She echoed softly, confused. Her father's eyes softened as he placed his hands on her shoulders.

"Yes, for the Kingdom. One day, my little snowflake, you will become Queen, and being one means you will have to do things you do not want to do for your Kingdom to survive. Your marriage will be the first step to becoming a great Queen." The confidence and pride Isis heard in her father's voice soothed her heart as she placed a hand on top of his. The King kissed the top of her head before letting Isis go and guiding her back to the throne room. It wasn't until they reached the door way that Isis realized her father had never answered her question. Why was it so urgent for her to marry now? Was the Ice Kingdom in danger?