Characters In Frozen Novels & Stories

He took a small step back so that she could slot naturally into our circle, and when she reached him, he placed one hand at the small of her back. Sloane's eyes found me half a second later. The smile on her face flickered, but not enough for anyone to notice. "Nymeria," she muttered. "Sloane." I smiled. "It's good to see you." "You're engaged to my sister's best friend?" Chris chortled as he leaned toward Declan and grabbed his hand. "You must tell me everything that happened while you were away." They walked toward the refreshment table, laughing. Petra chuckled as she tilted her head toward Millie. "Lily, do you want cake?"

Matteo’s childhood sweetheart, Sofia, was trapped between the floors of an elevator for forty minutes. Convinced that I had been jealous of Sofia, Matteo personally locked me inside the family restaurant’s walk-in freezer. “The despair Sofia felt, you need to feel twice over.” My teeth chattered from the cold as I hugged myself and desperately explained, begging him to let me out for the sake of our marriage. But Matteo took the emergency key and locked the freezer door. “Only when you learn to behave yourself are you worthy of continuing to be my Donna.” With stiffened hands, I pounded on the door until my knuckles cracked, my blood freezing into dark ice on the floor. Six days later, he ca

Shuen stood there, staring at her retreating figure, unable to process it for a long moment. Countless women wished they could stay by his side every day, begging for his attention—some even schemed to bear his children. He never needed to build emotional connections with them to do as he pleased. And now, after finally taking an interest in this girl because she seemed different, she called him a pervert? Frigga rushed back to Fólkvangr Palace and immediately saw a group of children gathered in the courtyard. Little Baldr, little Idun, and a bunch of sons and daughters of the principal gods were playing a game of Cyclops and dwarves together. Freyja, about the same age as Frigga, stood near

The walls were made of compressed glacial ice, so clear that you could see the frozen corpses of Ragnar’s enemies trapped within the layers like prehistoric insects. At the far end of the hall, sitting on a throne carved from a single, gargantuan sapphire, was Ragnar the Eternal. He didn't look like the other Frost-Wolves. He was thin, almost skeletal, and his skin was covered in frost-runes that pulsed with a rhythmic, azure light. Resting on a pedestal of bone beside him was the Frozen Heart. It was a jagged, fist-sized crystal that didn't just radiate cold; it seemed to suck the very concept of warmth out of the universe.

“I’m trying. But… look.” Jax followed Tyler’s gaze. Across the ice, two visiting players alphas from the Ice Wolves’ affiliate team, in for a conditioning skate had stopped their drill. One, a tall winger with a fresh scar across his cheek, stared openly. The other, broader, darker-haired, leaned on his stick and inhaled deep. His pupils dilated. Jax’s stomach twisted. He turned away. Skated to the far boards. Started shooting hard, angry wrist shots that cracked against the crossbar.

“The Council kept me cold. Said it kept my power _quiet_. Said if I got warm, I’d _break the world_.” He stopped 5 feet from Kieran. “Wanna see?” Kieran didn’t move. “No.” “Too bad.” Nero raised his hand. The entire sub-level _froze_. Walls. Ceiling. Gregor and the warriors, turned to ice statues mid-breath. Only Kieran wasn’t frozen. Because Nero was _looking_ at him. _Curious_. “You’re not afraid,” Nero said. “I’m terrified,” Kieran said. “But I’ve got a son who does _light_. A daughter who does _fire_. You do _ice_.”

"Stay close. Don't shift in the frozen food section. It’s bad for PR." Suddenly, the usual hum of the market died. A group of local hockey fans near the citrus display stopped mid-sentence. Whispers rippled through the aisles like a cold front. A young fan named Leo, his arm encased in a bright blue cast, froze with a carton of juice in his hand. Finn Reyes. The Alpha of the Miami Ice Dome. The most penalized—and most loved—enforcer in the league. "Is that him?" Leo whispered, his voice cracking.

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SYLVIA Queen Eira touched Frigg’s shoulder, “Pull yourself together, daughter. This is not how a princess should behave.” I watched Frigg’s demeanor change. Her icy blue eyes shone with a green fire as her wolf fought to take over. “Easy now,” King Ulberg warned as the door opened and a tall, broad-shouldered strawberry blonde warrior strode in. “You called for me, My King?” Gunnor bowed respectfully. He had a deep, sultry voice and I just knew it sent all kind of shivers through Frigg.

She spent her time staring at the moon until it was no longer there. Now, looking back at it. Frost and Princess Hiraya have similar tragic childhood days. And they both have trash families. The only difference is Hiraya is at the entrance of Hell. And Frost was inside, playing with Satan himself. Frost's eyes darkened several degrees. She could not help but remember her past, and all the sufferings she had to experience. Frost's cold personality is the product of the Akira Clan's inhumane ways. It was them who made Frost into a person she is now. Merciless, lethal, and a devil.