Tales From A Not-so-graceful Ice Princess Novels & Stories

XXI – Letters to Death Winter turns to spring and it turns to summer, summer turns to autumn, autumn turns to winter again in the seasons’ hour glass. The cycle continues on and on and on. On and on, it spins. * * * * * A year had passed by since then and the young Princess of the Northern Kingdom has practically grown up to become an infamous beauty throughout the land of ice and snow as the fairest just as the Queen’s mirror had foretold the girl shall come to be.

In reality, the princess unconscious body was still seen in the air caused by Luna’s heavy fist with blood sprouting out from her mouth and nose then her whole eyes suddenly glowed in sapphire, after came a beam of glossy blue light shone around her in an instant. The drops of blood froze, she fickle one of her fingers as words coldly came out of her mouth in cold vapor. “ICE V.” Thick frozen mountains of glacier clustering together aroused from the splitting ground below creating a massive force down to where Luna stood, freezing half of her body in glaze ice as it hit through the petrified yet weirdly mirthful spectators.

The sheer force of her anger was overwhelming, and I felt like I was being swept away by a tidal wave of blame and resentment. Suddenly, she smiled. That smile sent a chill through my body, as a gust of cold wind had just blown through the room. It wasn't just a smile – it was a declaration of war. “I'm now the ice princess of Franco's Wealth,” she said. “Ice princess, huh?” I said, my voice shaking slightly. “You sound like a villain in a cheap soap opera.” Her eyes narrowed, and her smile became more like a snarl. “Oh, I'm no villain,” she said, her voice dripping with smug satisfaction.

"How can you--- how can you say that directly?!' she whined trying to mask her embarrassment with it. "Say what?" Ice asked completely puzzled at her reaction. "You make me feel giddy with your words!" she suddenly confessed that caught Ice off-guard. "What do you mean?" he asked, his tone gentler than ever. Trying to stifle a laugh as he stares at the adorable reaction of the princess in front of him. "I like you, you idiot!" she confessed and that was Ice's last straw before he barked in laughter. "Are you stable now?" Ice asked Blare after she drank the water he gave.

Zedekiel, who was beside him, holding his hand, huffed. Prince Ron blinked. “But I’ve never seen an ice fairy before, let alone their queen.” He replied with a pout. Besides, she was really pretty. Her knee-length snow-white hair swayed as she moved, and everything about her was elegant, ethereal… cold, but really beautiful. He wondered if she had wings and if she would show him if he asked.

No matter what she does, she can't escape the fate of a side character. [Honestly, the villainess is kind of pitiful. Up to this point, she hasn't even done anything truly evil.] [In sweet romance novels, the villainess existing at all is the original sin.] My heart turned cold. So I still could not escape this fate after all. In that case, they could not blame me for striking first. I made a few preparations, and before long, the day of the banquet arrived. No one prepared a dress for me, so I originally planned to grab something random from the closet.

I, who had once ordered the execution of men with a wave of my hand, was now waiting for the sun to rise so I could scrub the mud off the boots of the woman I hated most in the world. The Ice Princess was gone. There was only the girl in the burlap, alone in the dark, listening to the laughter of the people she used to rule.

I undo the clasp on my cloak and untie the olive-green strings, draping my velvet cloak over the back of my chair. ‘Mamma! Maia is the Forest Princess!’ Grace yells. ‘The fairy tale is true!’ Ella announces. They jump up and down excitedly before pulling me down to their level and squishing me in a hug. They inspect me closely, their faces a pinpoint from mine. ‘You really are the most beautiful girl in the land,’ Grace says, and I blush. Vivian sits silently in her chair, with her mouth agape, taking it all in. She lets out a breath she has been holding.

She said with a dreamy look. She had nothing of a princess... She hardly spoke of fancy dresses or crowns, she simply spoke of her manners... She hardly acted like a savage but she didn't have refined manners like the woman in front of her either... Mirabelle... Is this what she would have looked like if she had been a princess? She would think she was beautiful... - I am Princess Mira-belle... She says with a theatrical air. - Keep your voice down! And don't ever do that again... It's not like me...

"Is there an echo in here? I thought we established this in the ballroom." "It’s a joke. It has to be," Nathaniel said, pacing the small area of tile. "He’s the Ice King, Tiffany. He doesn't date. He certainly doesn't date decorators who shop at vintage stores and live in walk-ups. He’s using you for something. Some PR stunt, maybe? Did he hire you to pick out curtains for his office and decide to keep you around as a mascot?"