For the Fluffbruary prompt 9 "icy".
All too well, Yennefer remembers the icy fear that gripped her heart, made her shudder and freeze for a moment when she heard his loathsome voice. The firefucker, curse his soul. How could he hurt Jaskier of all people? The always happy, sing-songy twit with the big mouth and big heart? And she without magic. Yet, not helpless, no. It felt good to hear the firefucker scream. The flames in the bloody bastard's face melted her fear away like the sun melts the snow in the awakening spring. Jaskier's fear vanished, too.
The beginning of something new. Husband and wife.