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❝ 𝔚𝔦𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔓𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔠𝔢𝔰𝔰❞
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Belle hesitated, the tears gathering at the corners of her lovely purple eyes hot
against the biting frost on her fur. She reached a hand out toward the beautiful
crystal dais cut from purest ice. What is this?" she whispered brokenly.
The steps leading up to the dais were cut from ice, dusted with frost to give her
dainty, graceful hooves the traction she needed to climb toward the glittering icy
coffin at the top. Wild ice flowers huddled around the transparent glass formed
from the same ice that had made the spire itself. They held every color of blue
and purple that existed. They were the color of winter sunsets, the color of her
eyes, the color of bruises, Belle thought as fear filled her. As soon as the fear
came, it vanished again, swept away by the magic in the air. Ice magic coated
the back of her tongue, so thick she could taste it. Ice could soothe a terrible
wound...but it could also numb someone so deeply that they simply fell asleep
and froze to death. Belle's eyes were suddenly so heavy. She stared down into
the open glass bed. No, coffin. It was a coffin no matter how lovely it was. She
shook her head. Trying to remember something. Something about this place.
"Beautiful princess," a voice sighed from everywhere and nowhere. Belle's
limbs grew heavy. She needed sleep so badly, but even more she craved the peace
the silk-covered bed before her promised. "You have suffered so very much, do you
not wish for a little sleep? Just a little peace before you continue on your noble
journey?" the voice was sweet like melting sugar. Belle felt a sob rising in
her throat. "Yes, yes," the blonde choked out the reply. She was so tired.
So tired of running, fighting, being alone. But most of all she was tired of hoping.
Hope could kill as easily as a blade. It could turn the tide of a war, or destroy the
noblest soul. The magic seething in the glittering ice glass room knew what lie
in the delicate doe's heart. It knew her dreams, her fears, all of it. It knew she
craved just a little peace. The girl's hands and ribs were still bruised from the
treacherous battle which had led her here. She was so soft, so gentle and prey
like, but her heart was strong and fierce. The hart'licorne was powerful even
if she did not fully realize that yet. And the magic in the room wanted to snuff
her out, like a sparkling light succumbing to blackness, before she discovered
who and what she truly was.
"Lie down, princess. Breathe in the sweetness of the flowers. Rest just a little
and I will protect you, keep you safe while you sleep. Just sleep, sleep..."
Belle's fingers brushed the satin perfection of the huge blooming flowers. So soft.
Nothing this beautiful could be evil, she thought. Then, it was her mother's voice
that came to her this time, the magic bringing it to Belle like an offering, for the
stubborn child still resisted the arcane power filling the room. She resisted magic
naturally. It was difficult to weave it around her. "My little one," her mother's
voice called. Hot tears slipped down Belle's cheeks. "Mother." The voice was
her mothers. It was her. It was truly her. The doe's heart gave a painful beat.
Suddenly, a figure appeared in the open ice glass coffin. Belle stared down at her
own face. It was her, it was Belle, lying on the silk among the glistening ice roses.
She looked soft lying there, peaceful. "It is time for bed, ma belle enfant," her
mother said in that warm soothing voice she always had when Belle was only a child.
My beautiful child. Belle had never known or thought about her beauty, but her
mother had held her and always made her feel like she was beautiful and loved. Magic
pulsed so hard and thick in the air it was nearly tangible. This magic was the strongest
the icy onlooker could conjure. Magic that tasted like love...
"It is time to sleep, my darling. You will be with me, at long last. I cannot wait to
hold you again, my little Belle. My sweet girl."
"Will it hurt?" Belle whispered as a tear slipped from her cheek and slid down
her face until she could taste the salt of it.
No, my love. It will not hurt at all..." ice was sliding up Belle's body, a line of
bluish white glass like that of the coffin. Her body was slowly shutting down under
the cold, her breath visible in the air. Her heart broke to hear her mother. The need
to go to her was so strong Belle could barely breathe. She'd never wanted anything
so much as she wanted to sleep, to be at peace, to have her mother back once more.
With a bone-deep shudder, the long haired doe's body went ramrod straight, her head
snapping up to stare at the reflective glass ceiling where her own image was reflected
back at her. Her own face in the mirror smiled that sunshine smile that melted hearts
like honey. The face was a little too perfect, a little too much sunshine, and not enough...
Not enough what? What was it? A bright springtime glow haloed that lovely golden hair
and Belle knew. Swallowing, the royal doe put her hand to the ice glass ceiling
above her head, so short only her fingertips could touch that glittering frost mirror.
A noise like breaking glass thundered. Glass shattered all around her, suspended in
the air and keeping the shards from ripping into her flesh and killing her. The mirror
walls and ceiling were no more than bits of dust hanging in the air. The coffin no
longer held her own image. The ice receded back from her body with a scream.
Her eyes glowed a soft lavender light that threw purple shadows on the ice and
lit the frozen sanctuary with the warm glow. Belle's long blonde hair lifted with
the curse, billowing around her. Frost still clung to her cheeks, framing her lovely
eyes, graceful neck and rosebud mouth like an artful mask. The one casting the
broken magic screamed over and over again, cursing her viciously.
"I had you! I had her! No, master, I almost had her! How? How did you break
my spell?" more screaming beat against the now crumbling walls of ice. Belle
felt strangely calm, but her voice was broken. Blood seeped heavily down her arm
where the glass above her had sliced her tender flesh all the way to the bone. She
was bleeding out. She was dying, but she had not given in to that peaceful sleep of
the dead. When she spoke, it was whisper soft and barely audible...
"Because I am not a creature of sunlight and spring..." blood was pooling
at her dainty hooves now. Snow and ice caught in her hair and eyelashes. She
was glittering like a North Star as an aurora borealis of color clung to lovely body.
She sang with power. She spoke with ancient words that did not sound like her...
"I am a Licorne. Friend to Frost. I am a princess of snow and ice and winter.
You cannot kill me with ice. I do not fear the cold, for I was born into it..."
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I love how the image almost looks like a tarot card. And the story for this one
just completely enthralled me. I felt like I was reading a key moment in her
story, one of those pivotal choices, and I am just so damn invested in her
discovering her true power and rising to be the glorious winter queen that
she is! Also, love the theme of embracing that side of her, it makes her so
unique compared to the usual 'princess' type.
just completely enthralled me. I felt like I was reading a key moment in her
story, one of those pivotal choices, and I am just so damn invested in her
discovering her true power and rising to be the glorious winter queen that
she is! Also, love the theme of embracing that side of her, it makes her so
unique compared to the usual 'princess' type.
Another piece that begs for musical accompaniment.
https://youtu.be/XZaN9TbYMAY
Though she's a fictional character, albeit a very dynamic and well-written one, I feel a deep kinship with her. Almost like a long lost friend. A lonely sort of hopefullness and strong feeling of being the "other". She may be a princess of ice, but she surely warms my heart 💜 May all you touch turn to diamonds, dear author~
https://youtu.be/XZaN9TbYMAY
Though she's a fictional character, albeit a very dynamic and well-written one, I feel a deep kinship with her. Almost like a long lost friend. A lonely sort of hopefullness and strong feeling of being the "other". She may be a princess of ice, but she surely warms my heart 💜 May all you touch turn to diamonds, dear author~
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