The Girl of Ice and Fire

One

"Some say the world will end in fire,

Some say in ice,

from what I've tasted of desire

I despise of those who favor fire.

But if I had to perish twice,

I think I know enough of hate

to say that for the destruction ice

is also great,

And would suffice" -Robert Frost

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I close my eyes and listen to the serene vibrations that envelope me. The slight rustle of leaves in the distance, possibly from an animal searching for fresh water to drink. The cool breeze flowing through my strands of white hair, causing satisfying chills to scamper up my spine. I reach out and touch my inner core.

Cold. Ice. This is who I was. An ice immortal. As I listen and find myself I... feel something I've never sensed before. Something out of the ordinary. Something new. Warmth. My eyes open hastily and I gaze at my arms. Was I warm? No. That was completely impossible. I look at my arms and trace the veined tree on my wrist.

A sacred symbol to represent our kind. I watch the crimson redness course through the veins of the tree and almost cry out in fear. I trace the veins again and this time, instead of them being ice cold, they were warm and hurt my fingers when I touched them. Fire was coursing through me. But, again that was improbable. I couldn't actually be a...

"Adara?" A deep, familiar voice calls out from behind me interrupting my thoughts.

I pull down my jacket to cover my exposed wrist. No one could know about this. Not even...Simon. I turn around and of course there he was. My best friend. Well, not much anymore. My mother doesn't really like me getting close to anyone because it takes away from what 'Truly Matters'. Being crowned queen of the Ice Realm. Simon was just my mother's ginny pig. He did anything she asked to impress her which made me infuriated. He knows how much I hated her but he still does it anyways to get a good reputation.

If only he knew he still meant something to me.

"Yes, Simon?" I ask getting up and brushing the light snow off my jeans.

"Your mother sent me to retrieve you." He states which didn't surprise me one bit.

I brush past him and roll my eyes. "Of course she did," I growl under my breath making sure he saw how much he made me mad.

He trails close behind knowing to keep his distance since I was hostile and I really didn't want to scream at him. But I could feel him staring at me. It didn't help.

I turn around and he almost runs into me. I glare up at him and he slightly flinches away. "Why do you do everything she says?" I ask.

"Because she's our Queen. And I'd rather stay alive than not do what she says, Adara."

I shake my head in disbelief. "She's a cruel woman Simon. You know that! She never cares about what anybody wants."

Simon steps closer until we are practically nose to nose. How dare he!

"Adara, your mother isn't out to get you. The only reason you hate her is that she isn't doing what you want. Yes, maybe being crowned queen isn't on your bucket list, but we all have responsibilities. Once you get that through that stubborn head of yours the better off you'll be." He barks and goes around me without forgetting to slam into my shoulder in the process.

At that, I couldn't breathe. Simon...never yells. Especially at me. I was beyond mad. I could feel the hot, burning passion coursing through the veins of my wrist. I close my eyes and breathe. Just breath Adara. I take a couple deep breaths and continue my hike to see the Ice Queen.

***

"You wanted to see me, mother?" I ask stepping into her chambers.

Her white hair had been freshly done in an updo on the top of her head. The tailor rushes in behind me, making sure not to make direct contact with my mother, was she quivering?

"H-here you go your Majesty. Your dress has been finished." Debra says setting the beautiful silk down on her bed. Unfortunately for poor old Debra, her foot rested on the bottom of the dress and as she pulled it up the fabric rips completely ruining the beautiful gown.

Debra's face goes pale with fear and her eyes flickered to the queen. You can tell when my mother gets mad at how crimsoned her face goes. I almost laugh. My slow smile vanishes as mother charges for Debra, striking a hard slap against her cheek. She falls to the floor and cries out in pain. She knows better than to cry. You never show weakness in front of my mother.

"You barbaric fool! Look what you've done! This dress was gorgeous!" Mother growls grabbing at the dress. She looked as if she was about to cry herself.

Debra was already up on her feet, back straight and face calm. Good girl.

"I'm so sorry, your Majesty. How clumsy of me. I will fix the dress before the Ball."

"You'd better we have our rivals coming and I want to look Powerful," she says and dismisses Debra.

I nod at her as she passes hoping she got the hint that I was proud of her bravery. She gives me a small smile and hustles out of the room.

"Adara. As you know I sent Simon to retrieve you. We need to have a discussion about you becoming queen, Dear." She says and I mentally groan.

Another speech on the responsibilities and requirements of becoming queen. One of her favorite speeches.

"As you know. A queen should be strong, brave, cruel and-"

"Powerful. Mother, I already know this. You give me this speech every day."

"Yes, yes I know. But I'm going to keep giving it until you realize that this isn't just a game! I know you'd rather be out doing adventure things, but your place is here!"

My place has never been here. Ever since I was little kid, My grandmother would tell me stories about adventures she used to go on. The creatures she defeated and the friends she'd made. She said every day was a new adventure for her. That's what I wanted in my life. A good adventure. With my mother ranting on and on about how important being queen was, My dream of being an adventurer was out of the question. I was never leaving this place.

"I know, mother. Being queen is important. But please give me some time to think about it. I'd like to live another year without having to worry about being queen. Please." I say hoping I could reason with her. One year is all I ask. One year.

Mother sighs but nods in agreement. "I suppose one year will do. But I'm counting the days Adara. One year from now you will be crowned queen." She says.

I almost wanted to hug her but I refrain. This didn't mean I got out of being crowned queen. I only had more time. And not enough. Mother dismisses me and I hastily saunter down the hallway. I need to find Raven.

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AND THAT'S CHAPPY ONE! I'm really proud of it I think I did well with the descriptions and stuff YAY! Anyways what do you guys think? Adara's mom says they have rivals joining them for the ball.

What do you think will happen?

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