Talk:Ice Queen/@comment-26948680-20161129104249/@comment-31522620-20170317141827

Life has a way of slapping me in the face. How do I know so? Well, every situation I find myself in seems to have me fixing other people's problems and never my own. I'm told it's my lot in life, but I can't help but struggle against that notion. Why am I voicing such a concern?

I have a freezing cold Ice Queen on her knees begging me to help her.

I was too stunned by her sudden change of attitude to even understand what she wanted. Something about a spell? I'm resilient? I'm so confused! Soon though, fear gave way to.. nothing. I feel nothing. Nothing but that of being alone in the world. Darkness envelopes me and the Ice Queen. She is the only thing I can see that isn't maddening darkness. So, I do the only thing I can think to do.

I bid her rise, rise and embrace me. Desperate, she clings to me, her skin a glacier to what is most likely the firey kiss of my skin. Before I've registered my own actions, my lips have met with hers, and something stirs within the Ice Queen. She practically crushes me in her embrace, but I can feel warmth worming its way through her skin. I don't know how long we spent in that room, but when we emerged, the patrons of the inn I was originally working at stared at us in confusion and awe.

"And that's how I met my wife. Cute story, huh?"

I'm left with an icy wind working its way up my spine as what friends I managed to keep left with their mouths agape and unable to talk. Oh well. I'll have to see if she isn't busy, I thought. 'Probably still in that meeting.'