#ice magic

Time to get some action in! ❄️

Whumper lowering whumpee's body temperature, watching their victim's skin turn rosy hues and their hands start to shiver.

Whumpee trying to escape finds their legs locked into place with ice and frost. The more they try to struggle, the more they find themselves unable to move.

Whumpee finding their chin lifted by an ice blade, the cold pinpoint of sharpness making a light indent into their skin.

Trapped out in the snow, the blizzard whipping their sluggish form, Whumpee finally sees a faint lantern light held in the hands of hope. Their rescuer though is more than weary, a creature of the ice and cold. They could make a warm place for whumpee to recover, but risk hurting themselves in the process, the dangerous lick of flame already being harnessed in their lantern case.

Whumper is some sort of ice creature. They do not understand that their presence is slowly killing whumpee. All they understand is that this creature is growing quiet, and the trembling stopped. In a foreign language Whumpee tried to beg.

Caretaker untangled the scarf from whumpee's neck, revealing a strange sharp and bluish formation along his collarbone. The permafrost continued to spread, the little fractals of ice creeping up his shoulder.

Y/N shrugged his shoulders. "I still think Sparks is a better name for this place, but it's been challenging. The royal dress people woke me up at dawn, and having try on all these tailored suits and jackets. I've never been more violated in my life. And for breakfast, they tried to feed me live fish."

Sky chuckled as he listened to his boyfriend's plight. "Sounds like a typical day for a royal prince."

"I honestly don't know how you stand it. Bloom was fighting for her sneakers back. She's not much of a high-heeled person."

"It'll get better. Promise. You just have to get used to it."

"And what about you, almost king of Eraklyon? The coronation day is next month. You ready for that?" Y/N asked. Sky's face frowned at the mention of that. Ever since his dad died, he's had to take on more responsibilities other than just being a good specialist at Alfea.

"It's been... honestly, it's not great. Mum has been back and forth with the council. Convincing them that I'm ready to take up Erendor's responsibilities as king, and I don't know if I'm ready for that. Or even if I want to be king." Sky said.

"It's hard, isn't it? When your whole life has been planned out for you and you have no say. It can be taxing. Now, I can understand why Stella was a bitch when we met. It'd make anyone coldhearted." Y/N said, rubbing his fingers over a nearby flower that hung down.

"It is. It's shit. But that doesn't mean that today has to be so sad and gloomy. How about I come over and show you how to ride?" Sky smiled.

"Really?"

"Yeah. With all the things Jakub's learned on Zenith, he's made me a watch that let's me travel to different kingdoms." Sky held up the watch with a purple blinking center. "So... see you in a few?"

"Sure." Y/N smiled as he hung up and waited for his hunky prince to show up.