As Ivan stared at the pale and under weight form of the Queen, he remembered what his purpose was. Remembered why he was sent into The Ice Queen’s Kingdom.
A year ago, he was creeping into the ancient witch of the wood’s cabin.
“Straight to the point” she had snapped her fingers.
He exhaled and smiled at her.
He had gotten used to the witch’s rudeness and didn’t give much thought about it given his bloodline
“I’ve done everything you asked. I don’t feel it anymore. I think it’s gone”
She simply chuckled and stood up, her short and chubby features walking over to Ivan.
“It’s still in there. I can feel it” she said.
Now his smile was gone.
“But it’s gone-“
“No it isn’t. You have a destiny Ivan” she looked into his eyes- The Ice Queen.
Glory.
“They think it’s over don’t they?” He
