JenSoo [The Princess of Sun kingdom and The Frost Queen of North]

Chapter 2: The Prophecy and the Stolen Kiss

The tension between Jennie and Jisoo hung heavy in the air, a palpable force that overshadowed the festivities. The King, sensing the brewing storm, decided to cut the ball short, hoping to quell the rising animosity.

As the guests began to disperse, Jennie found herself alone in the grand ballroom, the echoes of the music fading into a haunting silence. She paced restlessly, her mind churning with thoughts of Jisoo and the prophecy that had haunted her dreams since childhood.

The prophecy spoke of a time when the Sun and the Frost would collide, when the balance of the world would be threatened. It foretold of a chosen one, a warrior of light, who would rise to defeat the forces of darkness and restore harmony.

Jennie had always believed herself to be that chosen one, destined to vanquish the Frost Queen and her icy magic. But Jisoo's presence, her unwavering gaze, and the strange pull she felt towards her, had begun to sow seeds of doubt in her heart.

Suddenly, a cold breeze swept through the ballroom, extinguishing the candles and plunging the room into darkness. A figure emerged from the shadows, her presence as ethereal as the moonlight filtering through the windows. It was Jisoo.

"You shouldn't be here, Frost Queen," Jennie whispered, her voice trembling slightly. "You know the prophecy. You know you are the enemy."

Jisoo stepped closer, her icy breath brushing against Jennie's cheek. "The prophecy is a lie, Princess. It is merely a tool used to divide our kingdoms, to perpetuate the fear and hatred that binds us."

Jennie recoiled, her heart pounding in her chest. "Don't lie to me," she hissed. "Your magic is a curse, a threat to our world."

Jisoo's eyes softened, a flicker of sadness crossing her face. "My magic is not a curse, Jennie. It is a gift, a power that can be used for good or evil. It is the choice that matters, not the power itself."

Before Jennie could respond, Jisoo leaned in, her lips brushing against Jennie's ear. "You are the chosen one, Princess. But the prophecy does not speak of defeating me. It speaks of uniting us."

Jennie's breath hitched. The touch of Jisoo's lips, the warmth of her breath against her skin, sent a jolt of electricity through her body. It was a sensation she had never experienced before, a forbidden pleasure that both terrified and intrigued her.

"You're lying," Jennie whispered, her voice barely a breath.

Jisoo's lips curved into a faint smile. "Perhaps. But I believe in the power of choice, Princess. The choice to break the cycle of hatred, the choice to embrace the balance."

With that, Jisoo vanished into the darkness, leaving Jennie alone in the cold, her heart pounding with a strange mixture of fear and desire. The prophecy, once a source of certainty, now felt like a riddle, a puzzle with pieces that didn't quite fit.  The touch of Jisoo's lips, the warmth of her breath, lingered on Jennie's skin, a forbidden memory that whispered of a truth she wasn't ready to accept.

The ballroom, now empty and silent, felt cold and oppressive. Jennie wrapped her arms around herself, seeking warmth from the chill that had settled in her bones. The prophecy, once a source of comfort and purpose, now filled her with uncertainty. The words of the Frost Queen, though whispered in the darkness, resonated in her mind, planting seeds of doubt in her heart.  She was the chosen one, but what if the prophecy was wrong? What if the path to harmony wasn't through conquest but through understanding?

The whispers of the prophecy and the touch of the Frost Queen's lips lingered, a haunting reminder of the complexities that lay ahead. Jennie, for the first time, felt a glimmer of doubt, a flicker of hope that perhaps the path to peace wasn't as clear-cut as she once believed.