The bells of Lorderan sang out in a most pleasant uproar, accompanied by the cheering masses of Lorderan citizens that lined the courtyard and walkways of the kingdom. Jaina stood to the side watching as the people threw pink rose petals into the air yelling his name. "Arthas…Arthas…Long lives the prince of Lorderan!"

He appeared suddenly walking slowly down the main thoroughfare a black cloak covering most of his body.

Her heart froze, he had just come back from Northrend, where he had truly died…however, this time the cloaks hood was pulled back, revealing Arthas, laughing, smiling, untainted.

"Jaina!" He called out waving to her.

"Arthas!" She smiled with endless relief, taking a few steps towards him. At least it should have been a few steps, but the closer she tried to come, the farther he seemed away.

"Jaina, what are you waiting for?" He asked his voice seemingly ethereal. "Jaina? Jaina…."

He was growing faint, almost see through, the bells had stopped ringing and her world was going black, but still she tried to reach out for him.

"Jaina, are you awake yet?" Arthas asked curiously, a cold finger poking her as one would a dead animal.

The sorceress groaned something incomprehensible, shoving his hand away. When the poking persisted she opened an eye expecting to be greeted by a maid servant. Instead her eyes opened to find a nearly naked Arthas resting beside her on a bed.

He smiled charmingly at her. "Morning, Love."

Coming to full awake instantly, Jaina flailed out trying to push him away, her voice panicky. "Arthas! What in the Light's name are you doing! Why are you just wearing boxers and get the hell out of my bed!"

He held her wrist gently but with a firm grip to keep her from slapping him. "Calm down, Love. This is my room, and it's my bed, did you forget, I whisked you away romantically from your dreadful boring life at Theramoore, so we could be together."

"ROMANTIC?" She screeched as only a woman full of fury could. "You think invading my home, kidnapping me, then putting me in bed with you, and probably rape, was romantic?"

There was a moment of pondering silence. "Um…I'm guessing no." He replied, his demeanor slightly cowed in the face of her fury. "That's the last time I'm asking Kel'thuzad how to sweep a woman off her feet." He added inwardly.

Laughter bubbled inside Jaina, she must be insane, this man who'd done so much to her still could crack her up, and even in this situation she found herself in. But she fought it down stoically, her blue eyes colder than the room around her. "What did you bring me here for?"

"Well after we danced, and you decided those five Alliance champions were never going to make it to you and left. I got to thinking, why should both of us be miserable. We both miss one another that much was obvious. So why not just let one of us be miserable and the other be happy." He grinned proudly. "Good idea, right?"

"No!"

"Damn you Kel'thuzad." Arthas cursed inwardly but there was no going back now.

He shrugged. "Oh…well why don't you just give yourself some time to adjust to the idea. In the meantime, come on I want to show you around, this place has everything!"

Excitedly he hopped out of the bed revealing oddly enough boxer shorts with Murloc designs all over them. It was so unexpectedly Jaina couldn't help but blurt out a quick chuckle. If the king of the damned could blush he most certainly did. "These aren't my only boxers, I have much scarier ones with swords….and stuff."

She shouldn't be laughing, Jaina told herself over and over but she did. Deep in her mind however, she knew accepting his request to look around might help her escape.

"So this is the first hall." Arthas explained as they walked into the first room of Ice crown Citadel. "And that's Marrowgar." He pointed to the hulking 4 headed flying creature casually. "Marrowgar this is my girlfriend Jaina." He placed an arm over Jaina's shoulder proudly.

"Booooner stoooooormmm." The creature roared suddenly.

"That was inapropriate." Arthas scolded.

"Come at me, bro." Marrowgar replied hoisting his axe easily.

Arthas looked towards Jaina apologetically. "Sorry, he's got a perverted sense of humor, too many champions who come here attempting to kill him. Their language is sort of rubbing off on him. Let's move on."

For the next hour the pair went through twists and turn of the whole citadel, things that would make you swoon in fright, and loosen your bowels in terror. But nothing could prepare Jaina for what came next.

"And now I want to show you are marketing division." Arthas smiled leading her into a different wing of the citadel.

"…Marketing?" Jaina echoed confused.

"We have to make gold somehow, this place doesn't run itself." He explained, stopping at two huge doors. " Let me present to you the other half of ICC. Ice-cream Castle!"

"Oh no…" Jaina whispered holding a hand to her face. The biggest Ice cream chain on Azeroth. Light let it not be true, let it not be so, that Ice crown Citadel and Ice cream castle were one and the same.

With a slight push the doors flew open to reveal a small area where ghouls were making ice-cream. Abomination were ferrying cart loads of cheerfully marked packages of ice cream of all flavors to awaiting portal that would lead back to the eastern kingdoms or Kalimdor for the hungry peoples of the world.

To the left of the ice cream workers a banshee was explaining the process to a group of tourist consisting of both Horde and Alliance members. "And here is where we make our most famous flavor, plague mint chocolate chip. We have both real plague and un-plagued flavors of this particular ice cream, please, help yourself to free samples."

Jaina watched in amazement as the tourist flocked to the small table with free samples, completely ignoring her presence.

"You'd be amazed how many people come here for the weekly tours." He whispered to her. As if to prove his point he pointed to a wall of photos. One of them was Tirion Fordring all dressed in his golden armor of the Lightbringer but with an 'I love Ice cream castle' T-shirt over it. "Isn't that awesome, Jaina?" He turned but there was no one there. "Jaina…?"

She was shaking her head, a hand over her face. "This is something I would have expected the old Arthas to come up with, but you're not the old Arthas, you're trying to trick me. You're my enemy, the Lich King."

"But I'm Arthas." He refuted gently. "The same Arthas you knew those years ago, the same Arthas who told you his dream was to one day open an ice cream empire, just…evil. Have you stayed the same through all the years?"

She had no answer for that.

"Look, Jaina, I watched from afar for long years, you've been treated like crap by everyone around you. Why don't you give this…us…a chance, can it really be worse than talking with Varian and getting called Jaina Proudwhore behind your back? I can always make an excuse of mind controlling you or something, if you change your mind, please just give it a chance." He took her hands in his own. "I free your constricted magic; you are free to go at any time if you choose not to except."

Instantly she felt the magic keeping her own suppressed fall away. Could it be? She should have been out there at a moment's wink she should have attacked him with everything she had. there was a moment where nothing happened except the agaonzied screams of one unlucky human who had decided to try the real plauged ice cream. Instead she wrapped an arm around his own. "Do you have any Tauren Track Ice cream?"

"Always he beamed." Smiling quite like the old Arthas. "Always."

"I guess she's going to 'Stick around'." Marrowgar rattled throughout the citadel.

Arthas cursed stomping a foot. "Thank you for ruining a perfectly good moment with your damn cliché's!"

"Come at me, bro." Was the only reply causing Arthas and Jaina to laugh.