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 Twelve

She covers the Earth with a breathtaking cloak
The sun awakes and melts it away
The world now opens its eyes and sees
The dawning of a new day
-Within Temptation

Bart raced through the snow glowing golden with the freezing wind in his hair. He had to get to Clark. He didn’t have a choice in the matter. Life meant nothing if he didn’t have Clark with him. He could not let Clark die.

“You have me,” that gentle voice whispered over the beating of his racing heart in his ears.

He had to see Clark smile again. He wanted to gaze into those luminous emerald orbs that were always filled with warmth. He wanted those strong golden arms to embrace him and hold him forever in their iron grip.

No force in this world was going to stop him from getting Clark back. Not even this damnable snow or frigid ass wind was going to slow him down.

That was when he tripped over something and fell flat on his face in the freezing snow. He laid there for a moment so he could catch his breath and rolled over. He got to his knees and found that he had tripped over a snow covered hatch. Was that a window?

He crawled over and wiped the snow away to gaze down into a massive room below. This had to be where Clark was. He had to get that hatch open.

He crawled back over to it and lifted with all his might. He called on everything that he had and smiled when he heard the ice crack. The lid flew open and he fell on his ass. A bright smile crossed his face as he crawled over to gaze at the ladder that led down.

It was covered in ice, so he had to be careful. He was so close and it would really suck to fall and break his neck now.

He carefully climbed down to see that everything was covered in layers of snow and thick ice. It was so beautiful, but he had something more important on his mind than to just stand around admiring the cold pretty shiny.

He made his way to a set of stairs only to cry out when something large and furry rammed into him. It was a fucking polar bear. The bitch kept polar bears? It had its razor sharp claws against the base of his throat, growling and snapping at him angrily.

“No,” Bart shouted in fear, “Please!”

“Please what,” Bear growled, “Please don’t kill me, Mr. Polar Bear, Sir?”

“No,” Bart said as he pressed his hands against the icy wall to keep himself steady under that massive paw, “Please let me take Clark away from this terrible place.”

“Why should I do that,” Bear asked in an annoyed voice, but the boys eyes were so blue…so full of love.

“Because I love him,” Bart said softly as a tear fell from a crystal blue orb.

“Why should I care about that,” Bear asked as he put his snout close to Bart’s nose and growled.

“Don’t you love anybody,” Bart asked just hoping the scary polar bear did.

Bear snarled and lowered his head. Why was he growing a heart now? The boys eyes…he couldn’t kill him…not now.

Bart was holding his breath and blinked when the giant paw slowly let him go. Was the bear crying?

“Thank you,” Bart whispered and slid down the frozen staircase to crash into a wall below. He fell flat on his back and just laid there because it had hurt like a mother.

He rolled over on his side to see someone all dressed in white sitting with their back against an icy pillar. He got to his knees to see that it was Clark.

“Clark,” he rasped and took off running across the snow covered floor to fall at his bare feet that were as white as the snow around them, “Clark?”

He took the alabaster angel in his arms and squeezed him tight, “I’ve found you! You’re alive!”

Clark’s emerald eyes did not even blink when the strange young man hugged him, “Who’re you?”

Bart’s smooth brow wrinkled as he pulled back to gaze into those lost icy green eyes that held no warmth or life, “What’s happened to you,” he asked, “What’s wrong with your eyes?”

He put his tan hands on either side of Clark’s luminous moon kissed face so he could try an find Clark in there somewhere, “Don’t you remember me, Clark?”

“Please go,” Clark whispered and turned his lifeless face away, “Before she finds you here.”

“No,” Bart said and made him turn his face back to look at him, “I’ve come to take you home with me.”

“I’m sorry,” Clark deadpanned, “I don’t seem to know anything anymore.”

Bart smiled at him sadly and Clark looked into his eyes. There was something about his blue eyes. There was something about the way he smelled.

That warmth. It was so familiar. Those hands…

“Bart,” Clark whispered as he reached out with a pale hand to touch a wet cheek, “Bart?”

“Yes,” Bart smiled, “It’s me, Clark.”

Clark smiled and wrapped his arms around him, pulling him close so he could smell his hair. He was so warm and smelled so good.

“I gave up hope,” Clark muffled as he squeezed his friend tight.

Bart grinned happily as he hugged Clark back…and suddenly cried out when a blast of freezing winds forced him from Clark’s embrace. He fell flat on his back and smacked his head against the icy floor.

“No,” Clark yelled as he crawled to him. Snow was raging all around as the winds blew furiously.

He lifted Bart’s head up, “What is it?”

“I feel so cold,” Bart rasped as a cold evil chuckle echoed all around them.

Clark looked up and cried, “Where are you? Stop doing this! Please don’t hurt him!”

She floated down in all her icy glory with blinding white silk and a feathery cloak billowing around her perfect physique. The smile on her face was lovely and more frightening than an oncoming avalanche.

“Please don’t tell me that you thought I’d let him just come in here and take you,” she asked as her long billowing white hair snapped like hissing whips, “Because that would be such an insult to my intelligence, Snowflake.”

Clark looked down to see that ice was slowly starting to coat Bart’s body and his lips were turning so blue. Not again! Please, not again! He saw his mom…he saw his dad.

“Stop it,” Clark yelled, “He’s dying!”

“I will stop,” the Snow Queen smiled terribly, “And I’ll let him live, all you have to do is kiss me the third time.”

“No,” Clark said shaking his head.

“I don’t want him,” she hissed like the cold winds that were killing Bart, “I want you.”

Clark looked back down at Bart to see that his beautiful blue eyes were frozen shut and his skin was coated in thick layers of ice.

“What’s more important, Clark,” she asked, “Your life, or his? One kiss from me and he’ll live.”

He hugged Bart close.

“Take all the time you want,” she cackled madly, “Even though he’s dying.”

Clark laid Bart down and got to his feet.

“He’s going, Clark,” she whispered, “Just like your poor mother.”

He could hear the ice cracking and popping as it continued to assault Bart’s body. His skin was like pale glass now.

“How well I remember her last breath,” he smiled cruelly.

Clark screamed out in agony and unleashed his heat vision on her. She laughed wildly and smacked the beam away. It hit a wall and shattered the ice, only for the ice to reappear just the way it was. There was no escape.

“You don’t have a choice,” she laughed, “Either kiss me or lose your true love forever.”

Clark wanted to kill her. But, how could he? He didn’t have the power to fight her. She was a force of nature. A force that was eternal…endless.

Bart was dying. She was not lying about that. He hardly had a heartbeat at all now.

“I’ll do it,” Clark cried, “Just don’t kill him!”

“I knew you would,” she said and held out her arms to him.

He slowly walked up to her and felt the ice fill his veins when her ruby red lips touched his. The kiss deepened and he moaned as icy pleasure filled his senses. Snow and ice filled his mind as he closed his eyes. His body betrayed him.

The Snow Queen gently broke the kiss and sighed happily as she held Clark upright. A single crystal clear tear fell from his right eye, and the shard from the mirror dropped into her icy palm.

She released Clark and he fell flat on his back, smacking his head against the floor. He was still.

She lifted the tiny shard up between her thumb and index finger shaking with glee. Her cold mercury eyes fell on the spot in the mirror where the shard belonged.

She raced forward like snow down a steep mountain slop and inserted the shard. The moment the shard fell into place, she backed away. The mirrors shattered surface began to smooth and become whole once more before her.

She gazed upon her beauty for the first time in thousands and thousands of years. It was just as she remembered it. Cold and terrible.

“Let the whole world be as I am,” she said as her eyes became molten aquamarine, “Let Winter rule always.”

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“Wake up,” the Spring Witch shouted at him, “Wake up, Sleepy boy! Wake up!”

“Wake up,” the Summer Princess begged, “Come on Darling.”

“You know what to do,” Autumn smiled, “There’s magic in you.”

“Wake up,” Robber Guy ordered and lifted his eye patch up with a smile on his handsome face, “You know what to do. Go for it!”

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He was on the farm walking through the snow to the barn. He felt so alone and the loneliness was eating away at him. His family deserted him, betrayed him, and sold him away. There was too much sadness. He had lost so much. Now he was going to lose Clark, too. He had fought so hard…and didn’t know what to do.

He fell to his knees in the cold snow as the harsh wind blew all around him. He could not even see the sun anymore. Where was the sun?

“Get up, Darling,” a warm voice said through the falling snow, “Come inside for some breakfast.”

“Mrs. Kent,” Bart whispered as he turned to look.

“You have a home here,” she smiled down at him and her red hair was like a billowing flame, “You’re not alone anymore.”

“You have me,” Clark called from somewhere in the barn.

“Don’t cry,” Martha cooed, “Life is waiting and its time to wake up.”

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“Clark,” Bart whispered as he opened his glowing blue eyes to see the Snow Queen standing before the completed mirror. This was bad.

He slowly got up and she turned around with a confused expression on her hauntingly beautiful face.

“What are you doing,” she asked, “I froze you.”

He got to his feet and cocked his head at her.

“Ah, so you think you’re strong enough,” she smiled and shook her head, “Such a fool.”

Bart took off running when razor sharp needle pointed icicles came after him. They crashed into the wall with so much force that the place shook. It one of them were to hit him…he’d be dead for sure.

He fell and slid on his knees to look back up and see that she was smiling at him.

“Hold still,” she cackled as she sent some more at him, “It’ll hurt less.”

He took off running in a golden blur once more. He slid in some ice and fell flat on his ass.

The Snow Queen was howling with laughter, “I haven’t had this much fun in eons. It really is a pity that I’m going to have to freeze you until all that lovely skin cracks open.”

A cold wind stabbed at him and he smacked a wall, and it happened again.

“Aren’t we having a blast,” she asked as she sent him crashing into another wall, “I sure am.”

“A one and a two and a three,” she sang as she sent three more icicles at him.

Those three icicles held him in place against the wall. One was through his jacket, the second was through his jacket sleeve, and the third was in his pants leg. He was not going anywhere.

She was suddenly looming over him with mad glowing aquamarine eyes. Her beauty was breath freezing and she looked pissed.

“Did you really think you could take Clark away from me,’ she asked as she gazed into his eyes that were only an eyelash away, “I’m the Snow Queen.”

Her breath was as cold as frost…and it stung his skin like boiling hot water.

“You’re not the Snow Queen,” Bart whispered and her eyes flashed with the promise of a painful death, “You’re just Winter.”

She gripped him by his collar with an icy hand and turned around to summon an extra large icicle. She was going to ram it right up his ass.

His free hand burst into scarlet fire with rosy hues, and he planted it right over her breast. She screamed and backed away from him clutching at her heart.

“And,” Bart stuttered in fear, “And Winter passes.”

She spun around in agony. It felt as though all her icy veins were catching fire…and she was starting to…feel. She screamed when she actually felt her heart beat in her icy chest. She gazed into the mirror to see that her breast was glowing, and she fell flat on her back in the snow with a pained sigh.

Bart broke free and walked over to where she was laying and glared down at her with burning eyes, “It passes.”

Winter sighed and could not move. All of her strength was gone.

“Clark,” Bart yelled as he ran to his side and knelt down over him, “Clark?”

He wasn’t breathing. Clark wasn’t breathing.

“No,” Bart cried as he put his hands on his chest, “I love you.”

He kissed him.

Spring smiled in his mind, “Never underestimate the power of a kiss, Cornflower.”

He pulled back and felt the tears streaming from his eyes. Clark couldn’t die. He was not allowed too.

“What did you say,” Clark whispered softly, not opening his eyes.

“I love you,” Bart said in surprise.

“That’s what I thought it was,” he said and smiled as his skin became golden. He opened his burning emerald green eyes and sat up to embrace Bart.

“Help me, help me,” Winter whispered as she listened to the heavy footsteps in the snow, “I can’t…stand.”

Massive white paws lifted her up and her crown fell from her head.

“It’s all right,” Bear said softly as she held onto him and pressed her face against his warm chest, “It’s all right, I’m here.”

She smiled and hugged him close as the mirror began to melt into the ground flashing with blue lights.

Bear became human once more and began to carry his love from the room. He turned around at the entrance and smiled at Bart and Clark one last time. The curse was ended…they were free from the twisted mirror.

“Come on,” Bart said getting to his feet and helped Clark up, “Let’s go home.”

As the two of them started walking, the snow and ice began to vanish. The massive room they were in was shrinking and changing until they were standing in Clark’s living room.

Bart took Clark’s hand and they walked out of the house onto the porch to see the sun shining brightly in the sky. At the base of the steps were the most beautiful daffodils either of them had ever seen.

The two of them were home.

TBC…

Please review and tell me what you think. An epilogue will be coming soon. Hope everyone has enjoyed so far.

Flora.