♛  –  CROWNED FOOL ;  

Pale hues following the monarch’s irate approach, a slender hand lifts to halt her children’s approach. Regarding her quietly, smile faded from alabaster features— hospitality giving way to veiled annoyance at the sheer audacity of the woman before her. “I fail to see why that is of my concern.” Why bother navigating niceties and treaties, when she could, just as simply, relieve this woman of her (evidently) failing kingdom. “—I’ve no time, nor interest, to entertain childish demands.” Gentle lilt adopting a dismissive tone now, thin arches creased in a small frown.

                      ♛ —- ;         though   this   woman   held  dominion   over   ICE,  she   held   such  over    FLAME.   devastation could   be   conjured  with   laughable ease,   this   self  -  proclaimed   monarch’s   kingdom   turned   to   no  more   than   a   puddle,   her   precious children   charred   beyond   recognition.      the  QUEEN   cared   little   for   this  tundra   as   a   stronghold   but   the  kingdom’s   to   the   south,  those   righteous &   insufferable   could   lay   waste   to   all   they  had   accomplished.   the   only  weapon   to   free  her   from   that  insipid wretch   was   the  MIRROR  –   clad   in  shimmering   gold,   enchanted   –   sickening  the   mind   of  another,   endowing   her   with  POWER  beyond   her   wildest   imaginings.      far  more   than   anything  a   trapped   genie   could   offer.    when   her   offer   is   denied,   the   glove   is   removed, bare   hand   plunging   into   the   figure   of   ice   until   flame   devours   it   whole  to   become   no   more  than a   smoldering   heap.       ❛    i   do   suggest you   reconsider,   your   majesty.   ❜       the   smile   offered   is   one  to   be   feared,   a   lioness   proud   to   have  tracked a   fresh   kill,   blood   seeming  to   trickle from   wanting   fangs, venom   coating   her    words.      ❛     i  would  just   hate   for   this   little  meeting to   end   in   a   mess   for  your   poor  children   to   clean  up.     they   are   like   little   pets   to   you,   aren’t   they   ?        you  care   for   them   ?     ❜