The Snow Queen

The Snow Queen

Flora Winters

I do not own Smallville or the Snow Queen, but my friends do call me the Snow Queen.

Summary: Winter has taken a life in Smallville and everyone thinks Clark has become colder than ice. MM, Language.

Chapter Nine

Bear made his way into his queen’s icy bedchamber to see her lying on her bed sniffing a delicate white rose in her pale hands. She looked to be lost in her snowy thoughts…as she usually is. She had an addiction for plotting.

“I don’t think the boy is going to get the mirror finished,” he said while looking down at her with big black eyes, “Not in time, anyway.”

“Well,” the Snow Queen frowned coldly, “It’s your job to see that he does. Am I clear?”

“As ice,” Bear said with a bow of his massive head, “I just don’t see why you’re pending so much hope on this one.”

She sniffed the white rose once more in order to savor its dying scent, “Love,” she smiled and it was terrible, “True love.”

Bear cocked his head to the side.

“Clark’s seen it, felt it, had it,” she laughed and Bear turned away, “Has it.”

“He’s not the only one,” he muttered under his breath as he made his way back to the door.

“What was that,” she asked with a blood chilling tone.

“Nothing,” he mumbled and left her to revel in her icy reveries.

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Billows of blue silk flowed and swirled around him as he raced through the dense forest. He jumped over small brooks, and crossed shallow springs, making his way closer to Clark. He knew that he had to be getting closer. He could smell it in the changing air.

He stopped in his tracks and had a look around. All of a sudden he saw a golden red leaf fall gently to the ground. He had to be in Autumn.

He took a small breath and slowly gazed up to suddenly hear a wild cry. Someone crashed into him from above and they both went to the ground with a crash.

A handsome young man had him pinned to the ground and Bart saw that he had a patch over one eye. The other eye was a burning hazel orb that seemed to burn into him. What the heck? He was tired of strange men jumping him without his permission.

“Who the hell are you,” Bart hissed in agitation.

“The reason little princes should not go strolling about in the forest all alone,” the young man laughed and had Bart on his feet in an instant.

“I’m not a prince,” Bart said wondering what in the hell he had gotten himself into this time, “And I go where I please. Now kindly get the hell out of my way.”

“Now kindly get the hell out of my way, is it,” the young man asked and held tightly to Bart’s arm and looked over his shoulder, “What do you think about that, boys?”

“What was that, Robber Guy,” one of the men asked followed by many more walking out of the vegetation.

“Let me go,” Bart yelled only have a very sharp blade held to his throat.

“Silence,” Robber Guy snapped, “You’re coming with me.”

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Bart was led to what looked like a giant circus tent. The people were dressed like gypsies, tramps, and thieves. It would have been pretty cool had he not felt so threatened. Where was Cher?

“Look at me,” Robber Guy mocked, “I’m a Summer Prince. Wow, what a ransom we’re going to get.”

“Ransom,” Bart asked in confusion, “What ransom.”

“Come meet my Mom,” Robber Guy said while ignoring his question, “Mom!”

A lovely woman was sitting near the main fire and her hair was the color of golden red Autumn leaves. Her skin was warm and bronzed from the sun. The clothing she had on the very color of Autumn itself. Deep reds and gold.

“What have you brought me, Guy,” Autumn smiled as the two playfully mocked kissed.

“I brought you a Summer Prince,” he smiled wickedly.

“Really,” she asked with incredibly white teeth, “I do so love me a Summer Prince.”

“I’m not…,” Bart tried to say but she had him by the chin which shut him up in a hurry.

She laughed hysterically for a moment and then snarled, “He’s no Summer Prince.”

“He is,” Robber Guy argued, “Just look at the way he’s dressed.”

“She’s right,” Bart said, “I’m just an ordinary boy. No one is going to pay any ransom for me.”

“Lovely,” Autumn giggled, “Might as well shove you in the cooking pot then. Is the water boiling yet?”

“Aye,” a man shouted through the thick smoke.

“I’ve got quite a hunger on me,” she smiled as she pinched his cheeks, “And you’ll do just nicely.”

Bart frowned. This had to be some kind of sick joke.

“Make sure you add some onions and carrots,” Autumn cackled.

“Wait,” Bart cried, finally realizing that the crazy bitch was serious, “The palace might pay something…you never know unless you try.”

Autumn scoffed and the men picked Bart up and began to carry him off to the giant pot. He cried out and that was when Robber Guy went into action.

Autumn squealed in delight as she watched her handsome son kick some robber ass. She loved it when he was so assertive.

“You’re not cooking him,” Robber Guy yelled as he pulled his sword on his mother who quickly stepped forward and bitch slapped it away.

“What do you think you’re doing,” she roared, “That’s my dinner, that is!”

“No,” Robber Guy said, “I need someone my own age around this place to play with.”

Autumn threw back her head and laughed, “Didn’t I always tell you not to play with your food?”

Everyone laughed and Autumn growled, “Throw him in the pot!”

“I don’t think I’ll taste very good,” Bart said as he climbed out of the hay he had fallen into. The scent reminded him of Clark and happier times.

Autumn sneered at him.

“I need a peer group,” Robber Guy hissed.

“He’s not a peer group,” Autumn said taking his chin, “He’s supper.”

“Boil him,” someone shouted and Autumn slapped the sword from her son’s hand.

“Can I keep him,” he asked in that ‘I always win’ tone.

Autumn rolled her eyes and bellowed, “Do we have any rabbits?”

“Couple sacks full,” a man yelled and Robber Guy smirked.

“All right,” Autumn sighed in momentary defeat, “You can have him.”

“Yes,” he laughed and hugged her before bouncing towards Bart who didn’t know whether to be relieved or even more frightened of her or her handsome son.

“We’ll make a curry,” Autumn said looking at her men, “Get me some of that rice I like so much.”

“Which one,” one of her men yelled.

“You know,” she said, “The kind I really like.”

“What does it start with,” another man yelled from the smoke.

“A ‘B’ for Fall’s sake,” she screamed, “Must I remember everything?”

Robber Guy put an arm around Bart’s shoulder, “There you are,” he smiled, “Didn’t let them kill you, did I?”

Bart nodded and Robber Guy squeezed his shoulder really hard.

“And if I get cross with you,” he snarled, “I’ll slit your throat myself.”

He pulled Bart over towards a ladder, “Go on, climb up.”

Bart did as he was told and Robber Guy was right behind him.

“We need to change your clothes,” he said, “Make you look more like a robber.”

Bart began to remember. He had been a great thief. And then, he met Clark. It was those big cow eyes, and his soft spoken words that had reached him on such a deep level. Those beautiful green eyes saw through his shields of indifference and opened him right up.

“Watch your head,” Robber Guy warned as Bart opened the hatch that led up into a very nice bedroom that looked like a kings, “There ya go.”

Bart stood up and looked around with wide blue eyes. There was all kinds of clothes and jewelry just strewn about. There was mirrors and a giant bed that kind of frightened him. It was not small and personal like Clark’s had been.

“Now,” Robber Guy said as he pushed him forward, “Time to get you changed into something more suitable.”

Bart didn’t know what to do, so he just nodded his head.

Robber Guy kicked off his brown leather boots and padded on bare feet over to a huge oak wardrobe. He threw open the double doors and Bart gasped at all the nice things he saw inside.

He watched him pull out a pair of brown leather pants and a frilly white lace shirt. The brown leather trench coat was very nice too.

“Here,” Robber Guy smiled in delight, “Put these on and take those boots over there.”

Bart did as he was told and when he looked in the mirror, he liked what he saw.

“If we like it,” Robber Guy said stepping up behind him in the mirror, “We take it.”

Bart stood there admiring himself for the first time ever and then asked, “How did you lose your eye?”

Robber Guy looked startled for a brief second. That was the first time he had ever felt concern from a stranger.

“I didn’t,” he smiled and removed the patch to reveal another burning hazel orb, “I wear it for props.”

Bart fought not to roll his eyes. How the hell was he going to get out of here?

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Autumn was dancing around in circles to the beat of the drums and tambourines. All colors of leaves were falling around her twirling frame. This was her time of year to reign and that Frigid Bitch was getting too big for her boots. That Ice Bitch needs to be taken down a peg or two.

“Dance,” she screamed as she fired her pistols into the air, “Dance, damn you!”

She was having the Fall of her life and so was her merry little band of robbers. She had a fine robbing tradition going on. Where the heck was her son? Was he wooing that boy into joining her band of thieves?

He had better be.

“Dance,” she yelled and hooted in joy as she fired her pistols some more, “All of you, dance!”

Even though she was having fun, she could not take her eyes off those snowy peaks in the distance. If that Ice Bitch has her way…the whole year will be covered in snow.

She could feel sister’s icy chill in the air. No matter what she did…those cold wings were always flapping in her direction.

Autumn stuck her tongue out in the face of those distant peaks and danced to her heart’s content.

“Bring out the booze,” she cried and fried them guns, screaming in relish.

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“It sounds like your mother is having fun,” Bart said while Robber Guy was playing with his hair.

“She’s always having fun,” he said as he removed the blue gems from Bart’s hair. There was so many of them. He really does have the most beautiful eyes. He would add diamonds to his new friend’s hair.

“Clark,” Bart whispered and felt the Sleep Faerie teasing him with her magic dust.

“What did you say,” Robber Guy asked.

“Clark,” Bart said as those skilled fingers styled his hair with precious gems, “I have to find him…save him.”

“Why,” Robber Guy asked and pulled Bart closer to him, “When you can have a life like this. You can have anything you want.”

All the pretty shiny was sparkling in his eyes. The clothes, jewelry, shoes, and gold. He felt like he was in a home where people understood and knew what it was like to enjoy stealing.

“If you want something, take it,” Robber Guy cooed and wrapped his arms around Bart, “Take me.”

Bart’s eyelids were so heavy and his head began to droop. He leaned back into Robber Guy’s warm embrace and was fast asleep.

Robber guy smiled and leaned back against the headboard. Bart would join him and they would rob together. It would be awesome to have a partner in crime. He rolled his eyes when his mom shrieked and fired those damn guns again. He squeezed Bart tight and closed his eyes.

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“Do you know what Winter is, Clark,” the Snow Queen asked as the two of them walked hand in hand atop the snowy peaks, “Winter is me.”

“Look at them,” Clark said as he held snow in his hand, “Each one is more beautiful, more perfect than the next.”

She smiled and drew him closer, “That they are, my special little boy.”

Brilliant green eyes glowed with pleasure at the pet name. Someone very important to him use to call him that. She was so beautiful.

Glowing hands like moonlight on ice touched his cheeks and pulled his face down. Those sparkling ruby lips took his and he fell into ice and deep snow.

She pulled back and smiled, “How about my mirror?”

He nodded in a daze, “Okay.”

“No one can touch us here,” she smiled radiantly, “It’s just you and me with all the endless snow.”

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Bart slowly opened his eyes to see that he was lying in bed with a man who was not Clark. He took a quiet breath and carefully stood up so as to not wake Robber Guy. The last thing he needed was to get his throat slashed.

He had to find Clark. All of this stuff was very nice, and he would definitely fit in here, but all he wanted was Clark. He wanted his alien prince.

He made his way on silent feet over to the hatch and looked back at the Robber Guy. It was in that moment that the Robber Guy looked a hell of a lot like Clark. The dark hair and the close green eyes. Each season was tempting him to stay in their realm.

Spring had wanted him to stay with her and be young forever. Summer wanted him to stay with her and be trapped in a loveless marriage with a hot guy with no personality. What did Autumn want? Did Autumn want him to fall for her rugged, good looking son? She must want him to do that and rob with them forever. That is what Autumn does. She steals.

Robber Guy rolled over in his sleep and Bart decided that it was time to go before he was tempted to forget again. He quietly opened the hatch and began to climb down very carefully. There were people asleep by the fires and in the hay. They must of drunk themselves to sleep.

The moment his feet touched the ground, a dog came out of nowhere and started barking its damn head off.

Crap!

He was surrounded by men with the tips of their swords mere inches from his neck.

Robber Guy opened his eyes and what he didn’t see in his bed had him snarling like the angry dog he was hearing. Where the hell was his boots?

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I ought to slit your throat,” Robber Guy hissed as he held the blade across Bart’s throat dragging him along.

“That’s exactly what I’d hoped you’d say,” Autumn smiled evilly, “Robber Guy, you’re growing up. Go on, do it.”

“I ought to cut off your head and use it as a football,” Robber Guy bellowed in his ear.

“That’s the spirit,” Autumn laughed with joy, “Everyone, form two teams! We’re going to have a game.”

She pulled out her own sword and held it out for her son to take, “You want to borrow this and make a nice clean job of it?”

“No,” Robber Guy hissed, “I have my own way.”

“Oh,” she said and flashed those pearly white teeth in glee, “What are you going to do, saw it off? Good idea. Teach him a lesson.”

“Fine,” Robber Guy hissed and pulled Bart after him, “If you don’t want to be with me, you can be in our jail!”

Autumn rolled her eyes. Where the hell had she gone wrong?

“You really disappointed them, you know,” she said after Robber Guy threw his toy in the hole and slammed the iron lid down, “They were really looking forward to a little bit of clean, healthy fun, and you just spoiled it.”

Robber Guy gave her the finger and stormed off in a huff.

Autumn sneered after him. That boy was too easily scorned. He reminded her of…her.

She cackled, “Who wants to play Russian Roulette?”

Men hooted and pistols fired.

TBC…

Please review and tell me what you think.

Flora.