Ice King Quotes Novels & Stories

"What is wrong with *me*? I was standing exactly where you told me to stand! Your rookie is the one who can't aim a shot!" "You didn't move, Liam!" Jaxson shouted, using his first name for the very first time. The sound of it sent a bizarre, electric shock straight down Liam’s spine. Jaxson took another step, his massive chest nearly pressing against Liam's knees as he loomed over him. "You saw that puck coming and you just froze like a deer in the headlights! Do you have any idea what an eighty-mile-an-hour piece of vulcanized rubber does to a face? You could have been blinded! You could have—"

“Staring at the ceiling like it personally insulted your triple axel.” Elias let out a weak laugh that turned into a wince. “It kind of did. I keep seeing the moment I took off. My edge was wrong. I knew it the second I left the ice, but my brain just… froze.” Damon, leaning against the window with his arms crossed, spoke up. “You were distracted. Happens to everyone.” His tone was casual, but his eyes flicked to Elias with something softer. “You’ll heal. Then you’ll come back stronger.”

Didn’t interrupt. The entire rink seemed to lean toward the words. “The resurfacing,” I continued. “The flooding. The freezing. The layering. Ice isn’t just a surface. It’s built. Layer by layer.” Jaxon understood. I felt it. “She embedded it,” he said quietly. “Yes.” Victor took one step forward and then stopped. “You are assuming a great deal.” “No,” I said again. I moved closer to the ice before anyone could stop me. Jaxon followed instantly.

His eyes were searching my face, trying to read the contract terms in my expression. “Why?” he asked. The word was a dry whisper. I didn't answer right away. I pulled the chair closer and sat down. “I heard you,” I said simply. “You were talking in your sleep. You were scared. You were a child.” His face instantly went hard. The little boy was gone. The Ice King was rebuilding his wall. “You heard nothing,” he stated, his voice now a little stronger, full of command. “That was the fever. It means nothing.”

“I don’t waste my time on losers.” The puck sits at my feet like a challenge. And I hate how much I want to pick it up.

It made me crave one. “You want some?” He asked, as though he'd read my mind. “They say ice cream relieves after-work stress.” I arched my brow. Where did that quote even come from? “Come on,” He pulled me to a public bench. “Sit here, I'll be back.” “You don't have to Aiden.” I tried to dissuade him. “I want to.” He said and left me on the bench with that look that meant he’d already made up his mind.

"And if that doesn't work, we fire the third. And if that fails... we find another way. I didn't build a multi-billion dollar company by giving up when the first plan failed." "I'm not a company," I reminded him. "I'm just a person. I'm allowed to be a little scared." He turned his head and looked at me. The "Ice King" mask was almost completely gone. He looked tired. "I'm scared too, Ariana," he admitted. The confession was so quiet I almost missed it. "But being scared doesn't find water. Action does."

“I hope you can… trust him. No woman has ever.. Ever..” I realised suddenly that Ice was uneasy towards me. Perhaps he acted this way with women. But him acting this way would just make things a lot harder. I sought a way to reduce his discomfort. “Ice, please don’t be afraid. Maybe you can think of me as an older sister, or a family member. I can see that you think highly of Kaiser.” He looked up at me scaredly. “Kaiser has never brought a girl to the office before?” I asked him in a kind voice.

Run! When the man spoke again, his words, though placid, seemed to come out of the deepest abyss of hell. "I am a kind of monster that shouldn't exist, I suppose. For attacking the Icelands, all of your people will die. You, meanwhile, will be the messenger. Tell your king if he dares attack again, what happened to this army might as well happen to his capital city. Only that time, there won't be survivors to spread the word."

The way she hadn’t pulled away immediately. He adjusted slightly in his seat, clearing his throat as another camera flash exploded across his vision. The team’s media coordinator finished introducing him, gesturing for the reporters to begin their questions. Hands shot up instantly. “Atticus, how are you preparing for the upcoming rivalry match?” He blinked, forcing himself back into focus. “Same way I prepare for every match,” he answered calmly. “Discipline. Training. Strategy.” His voice sounded steady. Controlled. Exactly how the public expected their Ice King to sound.