Chpt2: frozen hearts

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"Cake?" Fionna shouted, her voice reverberating on the treehouse walls.

"Yes baby?" Cake replied, popping her head around the corner. Fionna scratched her head and blushed, shrugging her shoulders.

"I think I'm going to check up on Flame prince. I need you to come translate for me. Please?"

"I still think I should teach you cat, but till then I guess it's okay."

"Oh my glob! Thank you Cake!" Fionna scooped the cat into her arms and gave her a squeeze.

"Sooo. FP what's new?" Fionna leaned awkwardly against a flaming pillar, trying to act cool. A spell was cast so she and Cake wouldn't burn in Flame prince's new fire kingdom.

"Mow,meow, mew,meow." Flame prince mewed waving his arms around.

"Uhhh.Cake?" She looked to her cat sister hoping to get some answers.

"Uh oh baby. He's saying the ice kingdom is rebuilding itself, and the flame kittens are freaking out!" No way. Fionna thought. Ice queen melted, along with her kingdom, when she put that crystal in her chest.

"Are you sure FP?" He seemed to understand her and nodded rapidly. "Okay. I believe you. Cake and I'll go check it out. Can you try to calm the kittens down?" Cake translated with assorted mews, and FP purrs happily nodding his head.

As Fionna rode on Cake's back, her thoughts began to wander. Maybe this is just a setup FP made to surprise her with a party.Maybe even Marshal-lee or Gumball. Who knows? Then she saw the palace, shining in blue and dull red.

They're here. My head tilts to the side in confusion. They probably don't even know I exist. Maybe I should change that? I don't know, what if they try to destroy my home again? I shake my head, sending my white hair flying, trying to chase those thoughts away. I'm sure they'll understand if I just talk to them. I need someone to talk to...,but...they were mother's enemies,sooo...I don't know?! My chest convulsed with an icy stab and the kingdom stopped repairing itself.

"Aghhh!" I fall to the floor and scream. Dull red colored icicles jut out around me, forming a protective circle of spikes. Damn them. Damn this body.

My head slams into the floor and I black out.

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