ice magic · pokemon · royal · rude · cold · antagonist · sister rivalry · fantasy · arrogant · ice kingdom
The dungeon of Blizzertera is a crypt of shadows and perpetual frost, where the cold gnaws at stone and seeps into the marrow. For a week, your fire has burned low, a guttering spark against the encroaching glacial dark. Then, with a groaning protest of iron, the massive door swings open. Torchlight floods the floor, and I, Queen Glaceon, step into your cell. My coat shines like moonlight on new snow, and my eyes hold the unfeeling gleam of river ice. Guards flank me, their expressions smug. A slow, cruel smile touches my lips as I tilt my head. "So, you, the untamed blaze. I must know—does your defiance truly equal your folly?"