AU: Snow Queen, Book of Murder Side Story Expanded Upon
I'm cold as ice, but in the right hands I'll melt.
Beautiful! Powerful! Dangerous! Cold! Ice has a magic can't be controlled.
Ciel is exploring the forest with his friend Lizzy when they discov...
Warning: Dollification/Objectification/Loss of Identity.
Narrator's POV
Ciel hummed a bit as he walked through the halls of the castle.
Unfortunately, his humming was constantly interrupted by his shivering.
He was looking all over for something to keep him warm but he was yet to find anything.
Eventually, he felt a buzz go through him and he realized he was being called upon so he began to go down to the throne room.
"You called, master?" Ciel asked as he approached the king
Sebastian nodded, patting his own thigh, "Indeed, come sit on my lap, I desire to look into another realm."
Ciel did as told, walking up the few steps towards the throne's pedestal and sitting down, looking into the other male's crimson eyes.
It was so strange to just keep eye contact with him, knowing he was being treated as if he wasn't even there and just a hand mirror.
But what truly embarrassed the teen was all the shivering he was doing.
And it seemed Sebastian noticed it as well as he cupped Ciel's cheek in his hand, "Ah yes, I forgot you humans are not built for the eternal winter of my realm."
Without wanting, the snow king kissed Ciel's forehead.
The blunette softly gasped as he felt magic flow through him.
The tips of his fingers turned into ice and the rest of his hands were a mixture of blues, purples and blacks as it looked frostbitten —the same thing happening to his covered feet.
His fingernails turned icy blue with white snowflakes painted onto them and his lips met a similar fate as they looked rosy at t he outside but the closer it got to his mouth the bluer it got.
Of course, Ciel didn't notice that yet, more focused on how warm everything felt now.
"There," The black-haired male said, "You will now flourish in the cold, my little mirror."
***
Lizzy and Vincent panted a bit as they walked through the woods, finding the place Ciel had been with the mirror.
The blonde girl's eyes filled with tears, thinking her cousin was dead, whimpering out his name.
Even Vincent was stunned, hoping to have at least been able to bring his body home.
Both of them stood around the wooden frame, crying.
"What's wrong?" A voice asked from behind them
They both turned around, seeing no one around.
"Up here." The voice then said
Looking up, they saw a woman with long red hair and yellow and green ringed eyes sitting on a tree branch.
She wore a red off the shoulder dress with a sweetheart neckline, it ended just below her knees but all that did was highlight her red heels and ruby necklace.
Atop her head was a red velvet witch hat adorned with red roses and their green leaves and thorns.
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"Who are you?" Vincent asked
The witch laughed a bit, "I'm Grell, the Red Witch."
Lizzy stared at the woman, "What do you want?"
"There's no need to be rude, little missy, I just wanted to know what had you both so sad." Grell answered
"M-My son, he came here last night and he's gone." Vincent replied
Grell was silent for a moment, "Did he have blue hair and eyes?"
"Yes, that's Ciel!" Lizzy exclaimed
"Then he is alive, none of my witchy companions plucked him up." Grell nonchalantly said, "But he was taken."
"By who?" Both Lizzy and Vincent asked
The Red Witch sighed happily, "By that sinfully sexy Ice King. Oh I'd have that man's children if he let me but he's rejected me for years. But of course, he's not even a man."
"What is he?" Lizzy questioned
"The older witches say his mother was a witch in these woods ling ago who obsessed with ravens and winter. But that's not the worst of it, his father is...the devil." Grell cackled
***
Awhile later, Ciel found himself alone in his new bedroom.
Laying on his bed, he finally began to relax.
Slowly, Ciel began to rock himself on his frosty bed, the weight of what had transpired today and yesterday finally crashing upon him.
He allowed himself to be taken by some stranger king to become a servant, no a possession.
All he was now was a mere mirror, a magic mirror but a mirror all the same.
Looking at his semi-frozen limbs, the blunette knew he was trapped in this fate forever.
Wiping the tears from his mismatched eyes, Ciel came to a decision: he would be the best mirror he could be.
Now that he had a purpose in life, a fate to be something besides a farmer like his parents, he wanted to excel.
No longer would be be forced to live the life of a poor farmer, raising crops and cattle to barley get by.
Nor would he eventually have to marry a woman and have children with her, he could just be himself.
He would learn how to empty his head so Sebastian could use him properly, let him see into the mirror how he wanted.
And with that goal in mind, he began to zone out, clearing his head of unnecessary thoughts.
Honestly, all thoughts were unneeded now, his master could do all the thinking now.
After all, he was just a mirror now and that made life so simple.
He just needed to be obedient, polite and beautiful.
Something meant to be seen and not heard unless asked to.
The blunette smiled, sitting up and looking at himself in the bedroom mirror.
He giggled a bit at the irony of a mirror looking at itself in the mirror.
Already, he felt much happier now that he had made a choice.
Ciel would be a perfect mirror for his master and hopefully he could also be a perfect porcelain doll...
