The wind was icy and stung my face. Pieces of my hair were beginning to get frozen into place, becoming black dangling icicles. This was phase two in my idea that was forming into a plan. I hugged my body closer to Sapphiron, hoping the undead dragon would provide the warmth it didn't.
"I told you that you should've stolen that cape from that gnome!" Illidan exclaimed.
"Oh l-l-like that w-w-w-w-would've prov-v-vided ANY w-w-warmth for me w-w-whatsoever," I yelled back. "I know m-my b-b-body is b-becoming l-l-l-less and l-less affected by temperatures but this is COLD!" Sapphiron reached around its back and grasped me in its talon-like claws. "How can anyone live in this w-w-weather?" I asked Illidan.
"Well, Deathknights ARE dead," Illidan explained. "Temperatures REEALLY don't matter to them." I snarled a little bit but the chattering and tremors of my jaw caught it and made it inaudible. That's right, we were in Northrend. In the cold part too. And the points of Icecrown citadel were clawing at the horizon. Sapphiron opened his mouth again as if to roar as he descended on the roof of the citadel.
A wrapped my wings around my body and summoned fire to my hands to keep my body warm. I probably looked like a fruit, but at least I could actually talk to the Lich King without shivering. The ice against my bare feet was cold, but the fire inside my wings was warm as I approached the Frozen Throne.
He looked like he was made to sit atop that ice throne, and I wondered if I was supposed to do anything special. Did I say hello? Did I bow? Well, he was a king.
"Greetings Eternus," he said in a cold raspy voice. Behind the human voice I could hear an Orc speaking too. "I've been expecting you."
"Hello," I greeted back. "If you've been expecting me, then do you know what I want?" He chuckled.
"No, I don't know," the Lich King said. "I suppose it is why I am eager to meet you."
"I need you to help me. You can get your revenge," I offered, "On your enemy Kil'Jaeden."
"Oh dear child, you had me at the word 'revenge' and 'on Kil'Jaeden,' just sweetened the deal," the Lich King boomed with satisfaction, "Just tell me what I need to do to down that bastard."
"Well, I think I have the help of the Night Elves and they will focus on the Burning Legion solders while you and I team up on Kil'Jaeden," I explained, "I have no idea how the hell we're going to do it though."
"Ha! I didn't become the Lich King of the Scourge by pure plan!" he cackled like a crow. "It is quite alright to improvise." He paused. "I see you have managed to take a small faction of my army away from me."
"They, and I, knew you'd kill them if they tried to come back," I explained.
"Ah, you just met me and you seem to know me already," he said with a twisted grin. This man had no shame…"Kil'Jaeden, I assume, has no idea you're planning this."
"He knows I want to rip his throat out. But he doesn't know that I have help,"
"Prefect," the Lich King growled. Then he stood up off the Frozen Throne and dawned Frostmourne. He was huge…actually; I think the sword was a big as me. Even with my wings keeping my body warm I shivered. He shoved the blade into the ground and said, "As long as that sonovabitch Kil'Jaeden is alive, Frostmourne and the Lich King fight alongside of you and the fearsome Warglaives of Azzinoth." I summoned both of the Warglaives and agreed. Next to my once green twig and vine bracelet formed a circlet of ice. Kil'Jaeden was going down.
"So, I am curious, how are you taking this ridiculous Cleansing Raid?" he asked with a smirk.
"It's not my battle," I lied.
"Ah! SO you don't care about all the innocents being slaughtered because of some fool," he taunted, "You would be okay if I summoned my army and had them destroy another zone in Kalmidor?" I couldn't hide my flinch. The Lich chuckled. "You forget that this symbolizes not only our pact, but our connection. I feel what you feel, I see what you see." I crossed my fingers that the Lich couldn't see Illidan, but then I remembered only I could see him. "So when is this battle?"
"I don't know," I responded, summoning a portal shard. I handed it to him. "I'll summon you when it is time though."
"Very well," he chuckled. "Oh, tell Sapphiron he may continue to be your riding mount but I do expect him to return home some day soon." I summoned both my Warglaives and flew off.