The Ice Princess

Chapter 2

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The queen and her guards led me to a huge castle. It looked just like those in fairy tales. Except this one looked as if it was completely made out of ice. Shiny bluish-white turrets, arches, huge walls, towers and a frozen moat covered an enormous amount of land.

I gazed at the castle, completely awestruck and speechless, as the lead guard whistled to let the people inside lower the drawbridge. Marie-Hale grinned her unusually sharp teeth.

"Beautiful, no?"

As much as I seemed to hate her, she was right. "It is," I managed.

The drawbridge lowered and we walked inside. It was amazing. Ice covered everything. Ice walls, ice chairs and tables, ice everything! I wondered if the ice could break.

Then, as if reading my mind, Marie-Hale gestured to the walls.

"Everything in the Ice Castle is made out of a special, unbreakable ice. It is like cement, but it is ice."

We toured the main floor of the castle. I saw the main hall, the entrance hall, the dining room with a huge table, the kitchen, and a humongous place that seemed like a living room but I don't think that description will fit a castle. It had chairs, tables, a big, free space, some sofas, and a fireplace. Each room had many ornate ice vases, real flowers, thank god, and other ornaments set on small side tables.

We finally reached our destination. The throne room. It was everything a throne room was supposed to look like. A blue carpet adorned the floor, ice sculptures the walls, and three ice thrones was set at the back. Behind the thrones was about the only thing I saw that wasn't made out of ice.

It was a portrait.

I absentmindedly walked towards it. It depicted a stunning woman with a scepter and the crown on her head. She had blonde hair and ice blue eyes. The white dress on her looked as if it was made out of silk. She wasn't smiling, but her eyes shone happily. She looked nothing like Marie-Hale. Her scepter was long, white, and intricate. A large, round blue stone with a swirling, smoky center adorned the top. I spotted the same scepter on one of the thrones.

"Beautiful, isn't she?" I heard a voice beside me. Marie-Hale.

"Who is she?" I asked, not taking my eyes off the painting.

"She is the founder of Callia, thousands of years ago. The first queen. Queen Cassandra."

I cocked my head to the side. "She looks like..."

"You?" Marie-Hale cut me off. "Yes, you are a spitting image of Queen Cassandra. If you were to stand beside her, you would look identical." I smiled.

"Well," Marie-Hale rubbed her hands. "I'll have Alexandra assist you to your room."

She clapped her hands twice, and a young woman of about sixteen appeared. She had light brown hair and dark, almost black, eyes. She looked terrified. She gripped the hem of her thick dress with her trembling hands.

"Yes, m-my lady?" She stuttered.

"Assist the princess to her room," Marie-Hale ordered menacingly. I winced at the coldness in her voice.

"A-as y-you wish, m'lady."

The servant girl beckoned to me and I followed her.

"I'm Isabelle," I started.

"I know who you are," she interrupted, still shaky.

"Why are you afraid of the queen? She seems nice." She was.