blue | a collection of tronnor oneshots

castle

based off of castle by halsey and the huntsman winter war

"Give me the mirror and I'll be gone." Air has never been tenser before now, before two kings of different powers stand in front of each other.

One sitting on a throne made of gold, fingers covered in black rings and a jeweled crown sitting on the brown fluff he has as hair. 23, a king of two years, one who harvests the power of persuasion and greed.

Two- a boy bathed in white, an intruder of a young age made king from a horrible tragedy. One single robe wraps him for warmth as his fingers prickle lacy white. A boy made to defend in snow more pure than the blue in his eyes as a crown painted flowerily pink rests in the sea of curls on his head.

"No." King Connor says easily, flicking his fingers as King Troye closes his eyes to catch his temper. The mirror has been wanted since he was a baby and he's determined to get it from this old stubborn man.

"You are making a grave mistake-"

"Silence!" Connor yells, pointing an accusing finger at Troye who stands a few feet in front of him on the very top step of the gold plateform.

"Don't point at me sir! You have no authority here! Give me what I've came here for you old bastard or I'll call for my huntsman!" Connor laughs, standing from his throne, his golden tunic and coal black leggings hug him gorgeously as his eyes darken.

"No authority you say? Tyler!" A man appears at his side and Troye watches him carefully, his hand resting on his sword while the other freezes over. Connor draws his own sword and with a sick grin and his forest eyes focused on the beauty in front of him he swings it, cutting the man's head off completely. Troye jumps.

"Why-"

"That is authority young boy. Something you must learn before entering someone elses territory and demanding treasures." Troyes blood boils at the word boy. He knows his age of 20 means youth but it by no means equals weakness.

"Ignorant man, sit back down." He says and Connor glares. "I am no boy, but a man who takes what he wants. I am an ice king you prick and I shall get what I came for."

"Don't raise your tone at me-"

"You can't control me!" Connor throws his sword and Troye ducks just in time for it to fly over his head.

"Bitch! You must die!" At those words Troye grins. Slowly, he cracks his neck before bringing his fingers to his mouth. He whistles lightly before raising his hand, palm up as swirls of snow float above it, and screams.

"HUNTSMAN! COME, COME, COME!" As if an earthquake takes over, every window in the room breaks as dozens of men and women alike, cladded in white leather and an assortment of boots and weapons appear.

"Guards!" Connor screams and soon just as every inch of floor behind Troye is crowded with his men, so is Connors.

"Old man, you are a fool." Troye yells as he stares straight at him, his right hand coming up to run through the hair of the closest Huntsman. "My angels are stronger than any army I've taken on." Connor laughs.

"Stupid boy, you can't beat me! You're nothing but a child given the crown because your daddy was too weak."

That's all it takes to start a war as Troyes eyes roll back in his head in anger, his arms shooting out straight in front of him as a scream louder than a million screeching demons leaves his pretty mouth.

Soon he's gone, completely covered by the dozens of Huntsman running forward to take out any opposing body in their path.

Ice covers the walls and the floor and freezes many of Connors men, leaving Connor himself to fight his way to the center of the Huntsman to face the boy made of frozen water.