Ice Queen

Dragon's Breath

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"Don't be stupid, you are still an Ice Elemental." Owen uttered as I pushed him away. I refused to give into this vulnerable helplessness. But Earth Prince's words could not hold truth. How could I remain a wielder of a cold element, when I was no longer one? Having absolutely no ability or control over winter, failed to make me an Ice Element - it failed to make me normal.

I lifted my palm, steadily breathing and called upon the energy. I concentrated on pressing the water vapour together, condensing it so hard it formulates a snow globe. Only nothing happened - literally nothing.

I exhaled sourly, and lifted my gaze at Owen, who had a very thoughtful expression on. He must've thought I was worthless, even more worthless than I'd liked myself to admit. Flashing moments of the past made me slight angry; actually screw that - very angry.

"This is the impact. I cannot even form a snowflake." This time Owen was looking at as if from a completely different angle. And let me tell you, this angle was nowhere close to appeasing. 

I truly hated Owen, but I could not bring myself to show it. He would send me back to the Ice Lands without a further question. So I cursed myself and everything around inside my head until my anger plateaued into a more of a slight agitated feeling. 

"Are you even listening to me?" I flicked my chin, suddenly zooming out of my thought-filled mind and got slammed with a painful reality. I could not trust anyone. Pieces of my family got pulled away from me so quickly, I have not felt the effects of such to kick into my guts yet. I mean, surely, a bit of grief knocked me off my slender legs, but that was nothing what I should have felt. Maybe, my loss of ability has also inhibited my expression of emotions? I honestly couldn't tell. But what I could tell is that I needed to form a plan, and have it ready to be endorsed into action.

I could not trust anyone.

"I'm listening, I'm very much listening." I monotoned impassively, gaining a very calculative glance from the Prince. He was either in deep thought himself or he was feeling like questioning me further.

"I have a tent ready for you, you'll camp the night, then we will discuss the situation later, Okay?" I suppressed the aching feeling in my heart. Why was he helping me? Why suddenly changed his mind-set? Why bother?

"Great. Thanks." I muttered, numbly. Owen stepped closer for a moment before deciding against whatever he considered was a good idea and pointed with his index finger. "Your tent is the one on the far right." He left shortly after that, well off course before showing me the exact tent because he realised it would cause too much stress in his family if an ex-Ice-Elemental suddenly pops their head in whilst they are asleep. Poor-oak trees.

It was kind of pointless as it was, showing me and making me a space to sleep when I couldn't even fall asleep. Instead, I sat curled into a ball at the edge of lake, watching the stream run down and dishevel the small round rocks, scattered on the ground. I lifted my hand and started washing my face, it was cold.

I just love cold.

A small bitter smile formed on my lips, I gripped the stream of water in my palm, lifted it in the air causing it to spill back into the river.

That same smile dropped.

If I had no powers, I was defenceless. Not only that, I was also completely useless. How could I lead the Ice Kingdom if I was no longer a possessor of such fine element? What would happen to the Ice Lands now? That their previous ruler was expunged in possibly the worst way possible?