The Snow Queen
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Category:
Smallville › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
13
Views:
2,799
Reviews:
12
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Smallville, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter Eleven
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 Eleven
“Clever boy. No ones every gotten close to what you’ve done,” the Snow Queen said as she gazed at the mirror in awe, “I knew when I first saw you that you were special. It’s magnificent, and I applaud you, to of come so close.”
“What do you mean, so close,” Clark asked turning to look at her, “It’s complete.”
She smiled as she gazed at the ancient mirror’s beauty.
“I done what you asked me to do,” Clark said pointing at the mirror.
“Well, maybe there is something wrong with my eyesight,” she said gazing at a certain spot that held her attention, “But, there seems to be one piece missing.”
“Where is it,” Clark asked, “I’ve looked everywhere.”
He took a steps towards her, “You’ve hidden it from me, haven’t you?”
She shook her head, “No.”
“You must be missing a piece then,” he said and was starting to get frantic as he pointed at the mirror again, “Because that is all there is. It’s no there.”
“Not quite ready for that last kiss,” she said with narrowed eyes and turned away from him, “You haven’t worked it out yet.”
Bear growled lowly as he watched her glide from the room.
“It’s not here,” Clark called after her, “I’ve looked for four days. I’ve crawled on my hands and knees. I can see everything in this room…every tiny speck, and it’s not here.”
“It is here,” Bear said softly.
“Its not,” Clark snapped and then whispered, “Why can’t I finish the puzzle?”
Bear growled, “You’re not going to like the answer.”
Clark turned back to the mirror as snow began to fall again. He gazed upon his shattered reflection and felt just as frozen as the snow at his bare feet.
His eyes moved to look at the tiny hole where a single glass fragment would complete the mirror.
Bear shook his head as he told Clark the ancient tale.
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“Listen,” Bucky said as he stopped in his tracks to sniff the cold mountain air.
“What is it,” Bart asked turning around to look back at him, “Do you hear danger? Is it the robbers?”
“No,” Bucky said and lifted his head up higher, “The story is being told…can you hear it on the wind?”
He could.
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Thousands and thousands of years ago, deep down in the fiery abyss, the demon lord made a mirror. A very special mirror with extraordinary power. He gave the beautiful mirror to the Four Seasons, so that they could admire their work.
And when the Spring stood in front of the mirror, it reflected the essence of her season and the promise of life. The same was for Summer and for Autumn.
And when the Winter stood in front of the mirror, the world was reflected cold, and covered in snow. For this was the way it should be. For each season has its power, and its time, and there was harmony.
But, the demon lord made the mirror twisted. And so as Winter gazed at he own face, she longed to be Queen of the Seasons.
One day, she stole the mirror, and took it to the Arctic Wastes for herself. Now, she was the Snow Queen, and the world became a colder place. But it was not cold enough for her. No, it could never be cold enough for her. Because Spring, Summer, and Autumn still existed, however diminished.
So, she took the mirror, and flew with it up into the sky to demand of the gods themselves that Winter should rule the Earth, unchallenged. But, as she approached the sacred realm, the mirror began to shake violently. It was as if the forces of good and evil were wrestling for control.
The mirror shattered and the pieces fell to Earth. Each piece flew around and around until they flew into people’s eyes. When those people looked at the world, they saw it as cold…and ugly.
And each Winter, she began to roam the Earth…looking for all the missing pieces…dreaming…
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“That one day she could put all the missing pieces back together,” Bart said out loud, “And once more become all powerful.”
Bucky trembled at the thought. The world is cold enough as it is.
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“So, you see why you can’t finish the puzzle,” Bear asked sadly, “Hmm?”
Memories assaulted Clark’s mind when he found his mom laying on the porch. The snow had been falling hard, and something sharp had stung his eye. He was in so much pain, he paid little attention to it.
“It’s inside me,” Clark whispered in shock, “I’m the missing piece.”
He could see Bart smiling at him and then he saw nothing but bright white snow falling.
“How can I ever leave, if I can’t complete the mirror,” he whispered.
“You can’t,” that cold, seductive voice answered. The two of them turned to see her gliding into the room, glowing in all her glory.
“How do I get it out of me,” Clark asked as he put a hand up to shield his eyes from her radiance.
“Just one last kiss,” she smiled and took his icy hands in hers, “My Snowflake.”
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“We’re too late,” Bucky said, “I’m never going to be able to lead you there in time.”
“Yes you can,” Bart said, “I know you can, Bucky.”
“I’m sorry, Bart,” he said, “I’m just too slow.”
Bart felt tears stinging his eyes. He was too close. He couldn’t just stop now.
“Tell me how to get there,” Bart said.
“Just over those mountains,” Bucky told him, “You can do it.”
“You’re right,” Bart told him as he wiped the tears away, “Nothing is going to stop me…not even if she sends an avalanche after me.”
Bart knelt down and hugged Bucky around the neck, “Thank you.”
“Goodbye, Bart,” Bucky called after him, “Save the one you love!”
TBC…
Please review and tell me what you think.
Flora.
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 Eleven
“Clever boy. No ones every gotten close to what you’ve done,” the Snow Queen said as she gazed at the mirror in awe, “I knew when I first saw you that you were special. It’s magnificent, and I applaud you, to of come so close.”
“What do you mean, so close,” Clark asked turning to look at her, “It’s complete.”
She smiled as she gazed at the ancient mirror’s beauty.
“I done what you asked me to do,” Clark said pointing at the mirror.
“Well, maybe there is something wrong with my eyesight,” she said gazing at a certain spot that held her attention, “But, there seems to be one piece missing.”
“Where is it,” Clark asked, “I’ve looked everywhere.”
He took a steps towards her, “You’ve hidden it from me, haven’t you?”
She shook her head, “No.”
“You must be missing a piece then,” he said and was starting to get frantic as he pointed at the mirror again, “Because that is all there is. It’s no there.”
“Not quite ready for that last kiss,” she said with narrowed eyes and turned away from him, “You haven’t worked it out yet.”
Bear growled lowly as he watched her glide from the room.
“It’s not here,” Clark called after her, “I’ve looked for four days. I’ve crawled on my hands and knees. I can see everything in this room…every tiny speck, and it’s not here.”
“It is here,” Bear said softly.
“Its not,” Clark snapped and then whispered, “Why can’t I finish the puzzle?”
Bear growled, “You’re not going to like the answer.”
Clark turned back to the mirror as snow began to fall again. He gazed upon his shattered reflection and felt just as frozen as the snow at his bare feet.
His eyes moved to look at the tiny hole where a single glass fragment would complete the mirror.
Bear shook his head as he told Clark the ancient tale.
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“Listen,” Bucky said as he stopped in his tracks to sniff the cold mountain air.
“What is it,” Bart asked turning around to look back at him, “Do you hear danger? Is it the robbers?”
“No,” Bucky said and lifted his head up higher, “The story is being told…can you hear it on the wind?”
He could.
88888888888888888888888
Thousands and thousands of years ago, deep down in the fiery abyss, the demon lord made a mirror. A very special mirror with extraordinary power. He gave the beautiful mirror to the Four Seasons, so that they could admire their work.
And when the Spring stood in front of the mirror, it reflected the essence of her season and the promise of life. The same was for Summer and for Autumn.
And when the Winter stood in front of the mirror, the world was reflected cold, and covered in snow. For this was the way it should be. For each season has its power, and its time, and there was harmony.
But, the demon lord made the mirror twisted. And so as Winter gazed at he own face, she longed to be Queen of the Seasons.
One day, she stole the mirror, and took it to the Arctic Wastes for herself. Now, she was the Snow Queen, and the world became a colder place. But it was not cold enough for her. No, it could never be cold enough for her. Because Spring, Summer, and Autumn still existed, however diminished.
So, she took the mirror, and flew with it up into the sky to demand of the gods themselves that Winter should rule the Earth, unchallenged. But, as she approached the sacred realm, the mirror began to shake violently. It was as if the forces of good and evil were wrestling for control.
The mirror shattered and the pieces fell to Earth. Each piece flew around and around until they flew into people’s eyes. When those people looked at the world, they saw it as cold…and ugly.
And each Winter, she began to roam the Earth…looking for all the missing pieces…dreaming…
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“That one day she could put all the missing pieces back together,” Bart said out loud, “And once more become all powerful.”
Bucky trembled at the thought. The world is cold enough as it is.
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“So, you see why you can’t finish the puzzle,” Bear asked sadly, “Hmm?”
Memories assaulted Clark’s mind when he found his mom laying on the porch. The snow had been falling hard, and something sharp had stung his eye. He was in so much pain, he paid little attention to it.
“It’s inside me,” Clark whispered in shock, “I’m the missing piece.”
He could see Bart smiling at him and then he saw nothing but bright white snow falling.
“How can I ever leave, if I can’t complete the mirror,” he whispered.
“You can’t,” that cold, seductive voice answered. The two of them turned to see her gliding into the room, glowing in all her glory.
“How do I get it out of me,” Clark asked as he put a hand up to shield his eyes from her radiance.
“Just one last kiss,” she smiled and took his icy hands in hers, “My Snowflake.”
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“We’re too late,” Bucky said, “I’m never going to be able to lead you there in time.”
“Yes you can,” Bart said, “I know you can, Bucky.”
“I’m sorry, Bart,” he said, “I’m just too slow.”
Bart felt tears stinging his eyes. He was too close. He couldn’t just stop now.
“Tell me how to get there,” Bart said.
“Just over those mountains,” Bucky told him, “You can do it.”
“You’re right,” Bart told him as he wiped the tears away, “Nothing is going to stop me…not even if she sends an avalanche after me.”
Bart knelt down and hugged Bucky around the neck, “Thank you.”
“Goodbye, Bart,” Bucky called after him, “Save the one you love!”
TBC…
Please review and tell me what you think.
Flora.