Ice Begets Ice
Prologue
It's cold, freezing like a relentless never-ending ice age. Mountains were tall enough to reach the heavens as the whistling wind slithered through it. It was harsh but as was the reality that they lived in.
"Hold on Lia, everything is going to be okay!"
But it wasn't, far from it and might never be. Scratched, slashed, kicked, punched and thrown around like a ragdoll. Emilia's beautiful features were covered in bruises. She hugged her legs; even half elves could survive the most brutal of winters.
Her head was resting on her knees. This brought comfort at least.
"Lia, speak to me please!" The little grey father spirit pleaded.
Silence.
The only thing that could have been heard was the wind howling outside of the cave they took refuge from. Water was dripping off the top of the cavern and onto the bottom puddle.
Violet eyes were staring at the cold with a melancholic heart.
"Sooo cold and all so alone." Emilia sang.
Far but also not too far, in a castle in a town, there was royalty. She sat in a chair close by the window. Her blonde braided hair was fit for the throne on her head. Her long gloves were hiding what she can truly do with a snap of her fingertips.
"Sooo warm but still so cold." Elsa sang along.
Royalty or not, they both faced the same isolation, the feeling of not belonging.
"My heart wants to feel the warmth." Emilia and Elsa sang in unison.
"But the sheering cold darkness keeps dragging me deeper forever."
They steered their eyes towards the weather.
"Warmth, touch, smile, I don't want to just feel like it, I want to belong."
"Dance, hug, touch. I don't want to just feel it, I need the warmth."
"The warmth when your lover holds you in a strong embrace." Elsa proclaimed.
"The warmth hold of a protective aunt when you have nightmare." Emilia still hugged her legs.
"The warmth of a mother's smile to let you know everything is allllllrrrrrriggghhht!" Elsa's sad reflection peered through the window.
"I'm sick of this everlasting coldness, I need the warmth." They closed off together, the voices of tarnished ice users.
The Warmth…
"Puck!" Teardrops were forming in Emilia's eyes. "I'm sorry!"
His small paw was in her silver hair. "It's okay. Let it out. Let it all go."
Cry your heart out little Angel.
Hundreds years of agony poured out of her eyes. Her shoulders were trembling from pain as she wept.
"Hush Little Lia, don't you cry.
Don't want to make those spirits sad
I'll be like your earthly dad.
Protect you from dread and make you glad."
Soft cries were heard in the mountains.
The Warmth….