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Do me (WITH AS MANY ICE REFERENCES AS POSSIBLE)

Icy

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The queen was mad.

She was mad a lot of the time, true, and in both ways, but this time she was steaming angry. Over what, you might ask? Over a tiny slip of paper. A tiny slip of paper that could be tossed into the air with a gentle breeze. She had sent every guard she could out into the street, searching the cobblestone roads, harshly shoving people out of their way. But still, even after three days of searching, nothing came up. Now, the queen was not a nice person, to say the least. You might even call her a tyrant. So it’s no surprise that one that little piece of paper was the date the rebels were going to attack and overthrow the queen, bringing a new reign of peace to the Ice Kingdom.

Little did she know how close she had come to finding the paper. One of Icy’s spies had walked straight past a guard, and even waved hello. They were dressed as a messenger from the queen’s palace, with the info safely hidden in a secret compartment in their bag. Once the spy reached the rendezvous, they switched out bags and left, heading back to their safe spot. Slowly, in this fashion, the piece of paper made it all the way across the capital, finally ending up in General Icy’s hands. She slowly unfolded it, read the date, then immediately tossed it into the flames. She stood up, a determined look on her face, and walked out to her second-in-command, whispering it in her ear. She nodded, her pale blonde hair tied in a ponytail. Buttoning up her leopard-print jacket, she went outside to address the rebellion’s troops. General Icy stayed behind, her pen scritching on a piece of parchment, mapping out battle formations. She knew this would be a day never forgotten by her people.

And boy, was it.

The next day, Icy returned from the dungeon, the ice crown glittering on her head. A ragged woman on the streets peered at her through haunted eyes, seemingly afraid of this new queen. Icy smiled gently and dropped several golden coins in her palm. The woman gasped, tears welling at her eyes. Icy nodded to her and walked on, ice gathering beneath her feet at every step. A new reign of peace and prosper had come, in the hands of Queen Icy.

Mirax

~~

“Gosh, it’s such a cold day!” Ella said, wrapping her jacket closer to her body. Her breath swirled out of her mouth in puffs, and Mirax shivered along next to her. “I know,” Mirax said, feeling the cold nip at her nose.

“Too bad we can’t do anything about it,” Ella said, quickening her pace. “We’ll just have to get there faster.” Mirax nodded in agreement, but a second later her head jerked up.

“Oh, why didn’t I think of this?” Mirax exclaimed, smacking her forehead. She pulled Ella over to a tree, then squeezed her eyes shut hard. Ella waited, confused.

“Um… Mira? What are you doing?” Mirax held up her hand, waving it impatiently. Ella shuddered, the cold digging at her bones. “Mira, it’s getting really cold. I think we should just--” Then, a moment later, she felt a wave of warmth roll over her, softening the biting chill. She stared at Mirax in disbelief, and could only gawk as she saw the yellow rays emitting from above Mirax’s head.

“We’ve got a long way to go, and I figured it’d help more if we were warm on the way. Unless you’d rather have a shower instead?...” Mirax grinned, and for a second a tiny thunderstorm erupted next to the two girls, spitting out rain onto the sidewalk that immediately froze. Ella nodded numbly, rendered speechless by Mirax. Mirax laughed and ran ahead, the sunshine following her. Ella snapped out of her daze and followed along, desperately trying to catch the heat again.

“Never underestimate the power of the mind!” Mirax laughed.

What's 'LtE'?

The Feline says veni. Do you want to go to Venezuela? 

For a matter of fact, I do. 

Me, pwese?

I would love a picturing!

Spirit-rain says mork. Are you saying I'm a dork?

*Yup.*

How rude! 

I finished more! 

Alexandra

~~

Alexandra fidgeted in her seat, her nerves tingling. In the front of the classroom, Mrs. Treshelock paced up and down, her stern grey eyes flashing. “You WILL behave, children. Mr. Dred has given up very much time to come see you lot. Personally, I do not think any of you posses the Touch. It is very rare, and too important to be given to silly children like you. But Mr. Dred has insisted, so you will each be tested. Do you remember how? Of course you do, if you are not an IDiot. When he comes, you will--”

“Sit up straight and pay attention,” the class chorused.

“When he calls your name, you will--”

“Think of your favorite thing and raise your hand.”

“And finally, if for some crazy reason something does happen-which it will not- you will--”

“Don’t stop until you are told to.”

“Very good,” she said, still frowning. “I see you have retained some amount of wit. But do not think--” Suddenly there was a knock at the door. Mrs. Treshelock promptly opened, bowing her head as Mr. Dred entered, his polished shoes clicking over the ground. His appearance was exactly the opposite of Mrs. Treshelock’s, a young and handsome man with bright eyes and a bright grin.

“Good morning, students! I hope you are all prepared for the trials!” Alexandra sat up a little straighter, her heart beating in excitement. This would be it! She had had so many dreams of possessing the Touch, so many hours spent in bed wishing she would gain the magic. But Mrs. Treshelock’s speech had dented her hopes, to the point of nearly crushing them. She waited in unbearable agony as Mr. Dred called each student to the front of the classroom, and with each anticlimactic failure, Mrs. Treshelock’s sour grin got a little wider. Finally, Mr. Dred called up Alexandra, his face looking disappointed. “Your turn, Alexandra,” he said, wiping his forehead. “Go ahead, please.”

Alexandra swallowed and raised her hand, shaking. She steadied her nerves and thought of her glade, with her mother seated there, laughing, as her dog bounded around them, his tongue lolling out. Slowly she got lost in this memory, no longer thinking of Mrs. Treshelock or Mr. Dred. Who needed the Touch as long as she had family.

“Oh my goodness gracious!” a loud and sharp voice suddenly called her out of her memory. She jolted backwards, crashing into the blackboard. Her head turned to her hand, and with a gasp she what the whole class was gawking at. Her entire hand was bathed in a warm yellow light, and every time she moved it, the lights in the classroom swelled and dimmed.

Mrs. Treshelock fainted.

Brookeira

~~

The snow crunched underfoot as Lila and her mother walked across the plain. “But mom, I don’t WANT to! Aunt Brooke is boring! She doesn’t do anything but sit in her room carving stuff. And she barely ever talks to me!” Her mother smiled patiently, grabbing her daughter’s hand.

“Today will be something special. She’s finally finished her animal set for a customer.” Lila perked up a bit. She loved all animals. But after a second, she dimmed again.

“Don’t lie,” she moaned. “Aunt Brooke has no pets.”

As soon as Lila and her mother arrived, a blast of cold air hit them. The temperature was so cold in Aunt Brooke’s house, Lila had to pull her thick coat even tighter. After that, the day passed like a creeping glacier. Lila had nothing to do, because her mother was constantly up with Aunt Brooke, chatting about something or another. She thought she would never get to see these ‘carvings’ Aunt Brooke made, and even if she did they would be bo-ooo-oo-ring! Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, her mother descended from the stairs, her eyes shining. “Go on right up, Lila,” she said, gently pulling her daughter towards the stairs. “She’s got a surprise waiting for you.” Lila groaned, but still plodded up the stairs, hoping this would be at least SOMEwhat interesting. When she reached Brooke’s studio, she knocked on the door and waited for a second. When no one answered, she hesitantly pushed the door open. Inside, it was even more frigid than her main home. Lila had to breath on her hands just to warm them a little. Aunt Brooke was sitting facing her desk, little shavings of ice raining down beside her feet. As Lila approached, her head jerked up and she spun around. Her brown hair was up in a messy bun, and green framed cat-eye glasses were over her chocolate-brown eyes.

“Oh, hello, Lila! Good timing--I’ve just finished a lion.” Lila walked over to her desk, her curiosity roused. Sitting there was a perfect model of a lion, with each hair and tooth and claw carved out of ice.

“Ooh, pretty!” she said, though she was careful not to touch it. Aunt Brooke smiled mischievously.

“It’s not just pretty,” she said. “Watch.” As she spoke, she gently stroked the lion beneath its neck. And, just like magic, it suddenly sprung up, letting out a little yowl and stalking around the desk. Lila gasped, taken aback. It was… amazing! Aunt Brooke laughed and did the same to a tiny zebra next to her. It whinnied as it came to life, cantering around the lion. Lila watched, stock-still, as a whole menagerie of icy animals flickered to life, until Aunt Brooke’s desk was covered with braying, meowing, and cawing figurines. Slowly, she touched each on their forehead and they froze again, looking like no more than frozen pieces of ice. Lila’s grin grew and grew until she wrapped Aunt Brooke in an enormous hug.

The rest of the day passed like lightning, until it was time for Lila and her mother to leave again. “Say goodbye, Lila,” her mother said as she opened the front door.

“Bye, Aunt Brooke,” replied Lila, waving to her aunt. Brooke waved back, her ice pick in her hand. As Lila and her mother drew further away from the house, Lila turned to her mother and asked, “When are we coming back?”

DRAGON

~~

“I cast… uh… Spell of Roaring Skulls!” There was a crackling flash of green light, and a barrage of floating skulls soared out, screeching loudly. However, once they hit the door, they collapsed into a pile of bones, weak and loose. “Dangit!” Vene cursed, stamping his foot on the ground. Amicus, standing just behind him, yawned, consulted the book, and said “-3 Attack points.” Vene turned to him, tears of a frustration on his eyes.

“What does it take to crack this door?” he wailed, his cloak billowing around him. “I’ve been trying for HOURS!”  Amicus shrugged his shoulders, a neutral expression on his face.

“You’ve done well up to here. Your adventures almost over. Who knows what lies on the other side of that door.” Vene bit his lip, making a visible effort to control his temper. He had defeated trolls and evil wizards. He had trudged through muggy swamps, beating off mosquito-gators. He had even worked so hard to gain +46 EXP at the king’s castle! He could not--he simply could NOT--be defeated by a puny door. Ignoring Amicus’s smug grin, he walked over to the door and rapped on it, trying to determine what it was made from. It sounded like concrete… wait, that was it! Vene whipped out his staff, whirling it in the air, and cried “I cast the Spell of Liquid Inducement!” Instantly a wave of water poured from his staff and seeped into the stone. Nothing happened, and Amicus opened his mouth to remark on it when Vene followed up with “I cast the Spell of Freezing Wind!” The icy wind instantly froze the water inside the door, and the door shivered, then cracked into a hundred tiny pieces. Vene grinned at Amicus, who seemed lost for words.

Cautiously, Vene stepped over the rubble and proceeded into the dark room, Amicus clustered behind him. A hiss from the back of the cavern stopped Amicus and Vene cold in their tracks. Like a snake weaving from a bush, the long neck of a dragon emerged from the darkness, its features lit up by the flames flickering from its jaws.

“I CAST BURSTING RAY!” squealed Vene, terrified out of his wits. The dragon looked amused by this, and raised a claw, deflecting the beam. It ricocheted into a wall and exploded there, spraying rocks across the room. The dragon sighed and looked at the quivering humans skeptically, raising a scaly eyebrow.

“Honestly, I expected more,” she said, in a surprisingly clear voice. “Your game is almost over. To reach the overworld and complete your journey, you must first defeat me.” Vene’s whole body shook, but he raised his staff hopefully.

“I--I cast--”

“I cast Spell of Crashing Thunder, Flashing Lightning, and Gale Winds!” roared the dragon, opening her jaws and letting loose a torrent of the heavens upon the two humans. “It’s… it’s…”

*

“It’s super effective!” moaned Amos, sinking his head into his arms. “The dragon defeats you with a single blow!”

“Arrgh!” howled Vinne, his swinging arms knocked over the table. “And I was so close too!”

“Defeated again by the dog!” lamented Amos, though he did reach down to scratch the dog’s ears.

“Arf!” DRAGON agreed.

CNN Reporter

~~

Derisco was walking down the beach at sunset when he saw her.

She was standing in the wake, the water washing around her ankles. It looked like she was about sixteen, same as Derisco. And she was incredibly beautiful. Her hair was long and silky, and was the color of sea glass. Her eyes were the same hue, and shone with joy. Derisco sucked in a breath and walked over to her as calmly as he could. As he approached, she turned to him, her eyes widening.

“Oh, hello!” she said, quickly siphoning the water from her hair.

“H-Hey,” said Derisco, inwardly cursing himself for the stammer.

“It’s nice to meet you! It’s quite a gorgeous day, is it not?” She had an accent that seemed exotic, like she came from a whole different world.

“It really is,” replied Derisco. “I always like to go to the beach and look at the waves in summer.”

“Ah!” she exclaimed. “Then we are one in the same, no? The sea is so calm, like it is mirroring the endless sky.”

“You’re very poetic,” Derisco said, gazing over the lapping waves.

“Oh, thank you, I try,” she replied, smiling. “I’m Nat, by the way.”

“Oh--I’m Derisco,” he said, starting. “Nat is a pretty name.”

“Thank you! It--”

There was a sudden noise behind them, and Derisco whipped around to see a tall and thick teen standing there, a crude grin on his face. Velop, thought Derisco, inwardly shuddering. The boy prowled Sun-by-the-Sea like a bear, looking for victims to torture.

“Hey, Dorkisco,” he rumbled, shoving Derisco aside. “And hey, hey, hey, pretty lady. Haven’t seen you before ‘round here.” Nat stared at him, her cold gaze completely different from the laughing one before. “Whassa bout we go back ta my place?” Nat tossed her hair in his face, turning away. Velop sputtered in anger, and his slow expression changed to anger and grabbed Nat’s arm. “Hey, girl--” Nat turned to him, her face burning, grabbed his arm with both hands, raised him above her head and slammed him onto the ground in one fluid motion.,

“Beat it, creep!” she spat as she towered over Velop. The meaty boy scowled at her, but he got up and limped away, holding his wrist. Derisco stood still, slightly slack-jawed and Nat watched Velop leave with narrowed eyes.

“Wow, Nat, that was amazing!” he sputtered, still shocked. “You flipped him like it was nothing!”

“Yeah, well, it is a lot easier to fight without fins,” she said nonchalantly, only half-paying attention to Derisco. Derisco blinked.

“What?” Nat jumped as she realized what she had said. “NO! I was doing so well!” She sighed, her eyes full of regret, and splashed into the ocean. “I’m sorry, Derisco,” she called back as she floundered into the ocean. “It’s not your fault…”

As she dove headfirst into the ocean, Derisco could have sworn he’d seen a flash of fish scales, and the glimmer of silver wings. Derisco’s hand trembled, and he could only look out over the ocean, frozen like a statue. He had really just seen?...

As if to answer his question, a second later a head covered with sea-glass hair leapt from the water, her tail spraying drops, and waved to him.

Could you do me?If you have time...