Cold Vengeance

Chapter 2: A Chilling Past (Continued)

The servant sat there in utter shock, unsure of what was happening. He almost spoke until Ingrid flipped the small table sideways. There was now nothing between the both of them, but the determination to end Kai's life.

Ingrid slowly approached Kai. As he tried to escape his chair, he fell backwards. He was trapped.
"I'm sorry, princess! Please!" Kai shrieked as rolled off the chair.

"No you're not." Ingrid proceeded to grab Kai by the neck, directly below his jaw. He gasped as Ingrid dragged him away from the chair that he fell down in. She pulled him across the hardwood floor and dragged him up the wall with her fist. Kai was suspended from the floor, choking him. "You're a big boy, Kai. All that lard would perhaps make excellent fuel for my fire place. I'm astounded that I can pick your heavy arse up off the floor single-handed. Maybe that's a perk to this curse. Hmm?"

For a moment, Kai has forgotten that he was 7 inches off the floor being strangled by a mad ice queen. He was was utterly offended by Ingrid's words. It's hard to provoke Kai to anger, as he usually cares more about maintaining his composure than to look bad in front of the king. Or the princesses for that matter.

She maliciously spoke to him, with a chill in her breath.
"What is that urn for?"

Kai replied slowly and disrespectfully. "To trap you, bitch." He spitted a glob of saliva in her face.
He never cursed. Kai was a gentleman. He has always kept his mouth clean and to him it was a sin to speak profanity. But in these circumstances...

Ingrid curled her lips in disgust and wiped the spit off. She growled. "Oh, is that so?" Ingrid tightened her grip and raised her other hand. "It seems that your sorry little backstabbing scheme failed you. An enchanted urn? Fascinating." She manifested an icy blast and forcefully crammed in Kai's head. He yelled with a sharp pain and dropped to the floor, unconscious. Cold.

She looked down at him and immediately noticed the hair on the very top of his head. "It's turning w-white...?" She thought. Ingrid heard footsteps approaching. They were growing closer and louder. Not just two feet. But what sounded like six, running. "What have I done?" She frantically searched for a place to hide herself and her guilt. But it was too late. Ingrid fired ice at the handle on the door, preventing it from opening, then backed in the corner. She raised her hands, preparing herself for attack.

The doorknob rattles, but doesn't open. She hears yelling on the other side of the door as she pushed herself deeper in the corner. Rime ice began to creep it's way up the wall behind Ingrid, forming a large snowflake impression with fractals reaching the ceiling.

Suddenly a ear-splitting "boom" filled the room coming from the door. She flinched from the noise, throwing her pale hands closer in front of her face, "protecting" her from what awaits on the other side of the wall. Her heartbeat quickly increased, finally catching up with her fear. Two more deep crashes echoed from the wood slab between Ingrid and the men on the other side. The door bowed inward and vibrated after each hit, finally creaking quickly back in place. A third hit forced the door open. It swung wide and crashed into the wall, torqing away a hinge. Wood splinters spilled through the air and showered on the floor like shrapnel in an air-to-air explosion. A dusty boot-print remained on the door, choking the clean, white paint.

Two tall guards stood there before the doorway wearing the traditional forest-green uniforms with crocus-embroidered white silk gloves slipping over the sleeves of their long coat. They wore a tall green visor cap with the golden Arendelle crest boldly embossed on the front.