Ice Queen Meaning Novels & Stories

The room went dead quiet. That was the first time our so-called Ice King raised his voice. Oh wait—he didn’t look so superior anymore. I scoffed. Bastard. I licked my dry lips. “You chose not to be patient. But guess what? Albena, the long dead queen will crush you now. You’ve heard of her legend, right?” The great white wolf lived through her. Oh, it absolutely did. The power Tobias and I witnessed… that wasn’t anything short of the Moon Goddess herself. And that wasn’t even the craziest part.

“The clan’s been impenetrable for years because of that beast of a king—” “Seems the beast is growing weak—” “Or maybe he’s growing old—” Their laughter exploded again, sharp and careless, echoing up the hillside before dissolving into the night. Shane’s jaw tightened. “Wait—” a sharper voice cut through the laughter. “Maybe it’s the silver-eyed ice Queen. I hear she’s a rare beauty. High quality, slender and tall with silky long silver strands you could grab and pull as you take her roughly from behind.” He chuckled darkly as his eyes suddenly went wide. “Or could he perhaps be… busy?”

The woman once again gazed intently at her reflection. “You are still beautiful! No matter what.” She consoled herself. The agony of that experience was too difficult to handle. Sofia wanted to cease thinking about her past but it continued haunting her. Even though she already changed her name just to forget who she truly was, but she could not deny the truth that she was Clarissa Gonzales, the infamous beauty queen who was dethroned, maligned, and was defamed by the public due to a scandal that ruined everything about her.

She turned to go up the stairs. “Where do you think you are going to with our family heirloom you thief?” Sloane screamed. “The marriage has ended, you need to return the ring. I honestly don’t even know what Liam saw in you, you gold digger.” Dukia pulled the diamond ring from her finger. It had never fit right, loose and cold. She placed it on the dinner table, directly on top of the divorce papers, and walked up the stairs to what used to be her room. Her bag had already been packed for her. A single duffel bag that she had stepped into this family with. She picked up the bag and walked out the front door.

Her mask, which had been precariously perched on her face, slipped off and fell to the floor. A seasoned journalist named Alex, had been covering the Manchester family's social circle for years. He had seen countless photos of Liliana Anderson, the elusive "Ice Queen," but never thought he'd cross paths with her in person. Yet, as he scanned the room, his eyes landed on a familiar face - or rather, a familiar profile. The sharp jawline, the piercing eyes, and the distinctive nose were all unmistakable.

With the wife he mourned who was close enough to reach in three days' ride. Perhaps I was as cold as everyone believed. Perhaps keeping them apart was the act of a monster rather than a queen. But monsters won wars. And I intended to win everything. I dressed in robes that marked me as northern royalty, layers of white fur and silver thread that made me look like a winter incarnate, just as how they see me. The ice queen. . As I prepared to face the Council that thought they still controlled me, I pushed thoughts of Daphne and Aldric and Milo into the depths where they could not interfere.

I turned on my phone's screen and I started typing as I replied with a message that read, ‘I am on my way, I'll be there immediately. After I clicked sent, I dropped my phone back into my purse, I turned my gaze to Ivy and listened to her conversation with the driver. “What response did he give you honey?” I asked lowly in a tell tale voice and she turned to me and responded almost immediately. “Mommy the driver said a queen is a lady who manages or take care of a kingdom or territory. She is the lady in command beside her kind and when her king isn't around, she steps up and takes the throne just like you are doing. You're a queen mommy, you're way cooler than a princess.”

The ice walls are still holding up so I have a few more minutes to make a break through. "Queen Acacia?" I cooed "Don't call me that!" she snapped "I am not the true queen! You are" she added. Her tears were freezing on her face, leaving thin trails against her cheeks. "Can you tell me what you mean about Erebus and his mark?" I try again slowly.

“Surprise? Do not, for I just tamed him.” Having fun and taking the entire scene as a game and in deed. The queen’s eyes darken into its deep color, as her pride is cross and her short list of persons that she shouldn’t trust points all the way and completely to him. She immediately and swiftly cast a spell, turning the air around her into a mist, surrounded her hand into the crystal form of ice as it turns into an ice sword, replicating the ability of the holder of elemental ice and of the God Capricorn.