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 Three

On cold wings she’s coming
You better keep moving
For warmth you’ll be longing
Come on just feel it
Don’t you see it?
You better believe

-Within Temptation

Lana rolled over in the bed to open her eyes to smile into Chloe’s lovely sleeping face. Lois had given the two of them her bed and she fixed herself a place on the sofa. It had taken the three of them forever to fall asleep because of the snow storm that had hit around four. They had thought the roof would go flying off in all that hard wind. Lana could not help but feel that the weather was acting…angry.

She reached out a hand and gently pushed some loose strands of blonde hair away from Chloe’s face. She traced her finger around that smooth jaw line and smiled when her pretty face scrunched up.

She cringed when Lois suddenly bolted up on the sofa pointing at empty space, “I’m not a fucking muffin peddler, you bald, rat faced, bastard!”

Her mouth was open in shock when Lois landed right back on her pillow and snored away. What in the hell had that been about? And how could Chloe of slept through that? She usually wakens at the drop of a needle…on carpet.

Chloe sighed in her sleep and Lana decided to just lay there and let her sleep a little longer. No use getting up now. There was no way they were going to be able to get to Metropolis for class with all that snow. She wondered if Clark was awake and okay. He has had it so rough these last couple weeks. Bad things shouldn’t happen to good people. But then the universe would be off balance, suns would collide with moons, causing everything to implode into some black hole of doom. She needed coffee.

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Lex was sitting at his desk just looking at the phone. Should he call? Should he not call? So many scenarios were running through his mind. In one, Clark would forgive him and the two of them would live happily ever after in his castle in the sky. In the other, more realistic one, Clark gave him forty whacks with Mr. Kent’s ax, and used his remains as fertilize for the corn. He bit his bottom lip because he didn’t know what to do.

“Great,” an annoyed voice said and he looked up to see his father walk in, “I’m stranded…oh, you’re here.”

“I live here,” Lex said in a weary tone. He really didn’t have time for this now.

“Yes,” Lionel said and snapped his cell phone shut, “They can’t even get a chopper in to get me.”

“What,” Lex asked, “Why?” Can’t you see I want you gone?

“A blizzard is raging in Metropolis,” he said while walking over to fix himself a drink, “And it does not look as if it will be letting up anytime soon.”

“A blizzard,” Lex asked in shock, “We’ve never had a blizzard.”

“There has been a few fatalities as well,” Lionel said taking a sip to smirk at his son, “But you know all about that, don’t you son?”

“Low,” Lex hissed like a serpent, “That was very low, even for you, Dad.”

“I know, Son,” Lionel said calmly and took another sip, “I’m so low, I can stand up when I walk under a rock.”

“And then it crushes you,” Lex said getting up so he could go poke at the dying fire, “What do you want?”

“Not a thing,” Lionel said and set his glass down, “I’ll be in my room.”

Lex watched him leave and muttered under his breath, “Ass hole.”

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There had to be two feet of snow on the ground. That was forty-eight…twenty-four inches. He must still be in shock. Smallville was starting to look like the Arctic where his snowy palace was. What in the hell was up with the weather? It had never snowed like this before in Smallville and Metropolis was having a blizzard.

He had piled up stacks of wood on the porch so his mom would not have to walk so far out in the cold to get it when he was not around. Maybe, he should go check on his girls? But he could not get the truck there in this and it would be dumb to say he walked.

He’d call.

Bart had said that he would help with the chores but he would have none of that. He did not want Bart getting sick again, and besides, he is a guest. Guests don’t do chores. It was a rule.

He could still see those angry scars on Bart’s torso and he trembled. He could hear Bart screaming, begging them to stop…but they wouldn’t. How could Bart possibly be the carefree, happy spirit that he is after going through something as horrible as that?

Well, Clark, its better than being a traumatized shadow who mopes around like a puppy that’s been kicked.

“Shut up,” he hissed.

“I didn’t say anything,” Bart said in burning outrage.

“I’m sorry,” Clark said turning around to look at him, “I was talking to myself.”

“You’re mad,” Bart said.

“Why are you out here,” Clark asked, “You’ll get sick again.”

“I’m fine,” Bart told him, “Are you okay?”

“No, yes, I don’t know,” Clark said. His thoughts and emotions were a traffic jam where multiple crashes were just waiting to happen.

“I’m sorry,” Bart apologized sadly.

“For what,” Clark asked in concern, “You’ve done nothing wrong.”

“For showing you,” Bart whispered and put his head down causing his hair to hide his eyes, “You’re in enough pain.”

“No,” Clark said taking at step closer to him, “You showing me one of your deepest pains makes me think that you must really trust me.”

“I do,” Bart said looking up at him with misty eyes.

“And it makes me trust you even more,” Clark said.

“Really,” Bart asked giving him a sideways look.

“Why shouldn’t I,” Clark asked, “You’re my friend.”

Bart smiled, “My only friend.”

“That’ll soon change,” Clark said, “You’re personality is magnetic. You’ll attract people.”

“Need any help,” Bart asked seeing all the wood.

“Nope,” Clark said putting an around the shorter man’s shoulder, “Lets go in. I’m sure that if you give my mom the “puppy eyes” like I do, she’ll make her magic hot cocoa.”

Bart laughed. Clark was being funny. This was a good sign…or was he only acting this way to keep people from digging? He kept the smile on his face and let Clark lead him inside where warmth greeted him.

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Her anger was great and the damage she was inflicting on the city was even greater. She stood on top of the spinning globe of the Daily Planet blasting the city all around with her fury. She floated up on an icy breeze and her breathtaking cloak snapped like angry wings.

“I almost had him!”

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Chloe turned the television on and gasped at what she saw on the news. Metropolis looked like the Arctic where she woke up all those months ago.

Cars were piled up, buses were overturned, and it even looked as if a mighty hand had picked them up and simply tossed them around like toys. The snow had to be several feet deep. Ice was covering the glass of shops and hung down like pointy death from the rafters. The news woman was shocked and then yelled for everyone to take cover when hail the size of baseballs began to fall.

Lois was frozen with her coffee mug an inch from her face with her mouth open in shock. What the hell was up with Mommy Nature?

A close up of the Daily Planet came to view and a man said that the globe on top had to she shut down because it was completely encased in ice. Chloe turned to look at Lois, “Is Lana downstairs?”

“In the bath,” she said and took a small sip of her coffee just as the power went off.

Lana screamed.

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Clark was moving around the living room lighting the emergency supply candles with his eyes. No matter how many times Bart watched him do this, he would never get tired of it. It must be so cool to be able to shoot fire from your eyes.

“So,” Clark asked as he sat one more lit candle down and moved over to sit in a chair across from Bart, “How were you able to hide your scars?”

“You wont believe me,” Bart said.

“How could I not,” Clark asked, “I saw it with my own eyes. It was like…”

“Magic,” Bart finished for him.

Clark nodded, “I see.”

“What,” Bart asked in shock and almost spilled his cocoa, “You believe me?”

“Yes,” Clark said thinking of Isobel, “Magic is very real…and it can hurt me just like Kryptonite.”

Bart was about to ask what the hell he meant by that when Clark’s cell phone began to ring. He looked at the number and quickly picked up.

“Chloe,” he asked and suddenly his voice turned serious, “What is it? What’s wrong?”

Bart saw a wide range of emotions run across his pale marble face and could hear Chloe’s frantic voice.

“Hold on,” he said, “I’m on my way.”

He hung up, “Mom!”

“Yeah,” she said running in from the kitchen, “What’s wrong?”

“I have to go to Lois’s,” he said moving to the door, “Will you be alright?”

“Of course, Dear,” she said and he was gone in a whoosh.

She looked at Bart, “Go with him.”

“What about you,” he asked.

“I’ll be fine,” she smiled warmly, “He might need you.”

Bart nodded and was gone in a golden flash. People come and go so quickly on the Kent Farm.

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“Lana,” Chloe said while waiting on Lois with the boiling hot water from the fireplace, “I need you to stay calm.”

“I’m calm,” she said even through her body from her breasts down was frozen in bath water turned to solid ice, “This is me being calm.”

Her lips were starting to turn blue and he teeth started to chatter, “This isn’t fun.”

“I know,” Chloe said while patting her head to keep her calm.

“In here,” Lois yelled and came running in, “Although I have no idea what you can do or how you even got here in a blink of an eye, either of you.”

Clark and Bart both ran in and stopped in their tracks. What the hell? Lana?

“Lois,” Chloe quickly asked, “How’s that hot water coming?”

“I’ll go see,” she said walking away muttering under her breath, “Fucking ambulances not able to do shit.”

“Quick,” Chloe whispered to Clark, “Melt it.”

Lana’s eyes widened, “What?”

“Lana,” Clark said kneeling down, “I need you to close your eyes for me.”

“Why,” she asked through chattering teeth.

“Trust me,” he said, “Please?”

The look in his eyes won her over and she did what he asked. He was so pale and his eyes were so sad. He aimed his heat vision at the parts where no body parts were and the ice began to slowly melt.

Clark felt Bart’s hand resting on his shoulder and it gave him comfort. The ice began to melt faster.

“It’s so warm,” Lana whispered but she kept her eyes closed.

Soon she was in a bath full of hot water once more and Clark quickly got her out and had a towel around her. How in the hell had it frozen like that in the first place? Was there a meteor freak on the loose…again?

“I got the…,” Lois shouted only to stop in the door to see that everything was okay, “Never mind then.”

“Clark,” Lana asked looking up into his eyes with thanks, “How were you able to do that?”

Clark was about to answer when Bart said, “I did.”

Clark looked at him in astonishment. Bart had lied for him in order to keep his secret safe.

Chloe was just as amazed. She had thought for certain that there would be no way to cover this one up.

Lana’s olive eyes smiled, “Thank you, Bart.”

Bart shook his head, “No thanks needed Lana. We’re just happy you’re okay.”

Chloe took her from Clark so she could get her into some very warm clothes. Lois went to help them.

Clark looked down at Bart, “You didn’t have to do that.”

“I know,” Bart said.

“Then why did you,” Clark asked.

“You’re my friend,” he said smiling up at him.

Clark looked into his bright eyes and reached out to gently squeeze a shoulder, “Thank you for being a real friend.”

Bart felt himself blushing and had to look away. He used to love praise. Now it just made him all red in the face. Was he sick again? Maybe he needed some more of that good medicine?

Chloe came walking back in and had a look of worry on her face, “Lois is really wanting to know how you got here right after I got off the phone with you.”

Clark made a face, “Tell her I was already on my way in when you called.”

“She won’t believe that,” she said putting her hands on her hips, “You’re trucks not even here I bet. Plus, we’ve done used that one.”

The both of them heard a whoosh and Clark just stood there without looking at Bart, “What did you do?”

“I parked a wheelbarrow below,” Bart said with a big grin, “And I used my really great super speed to push you here in it.”

Chloe snorted at Clark’s face, “That, she’ll believe.”

The two of them watched her walk back out and a few seconds later heard Lois howl with laughter.

“Guess what,” Clark asked.

“What?”

“After we sit down and figure out how that water froze,” Clark said and turned a chilling smile on him, “You actually do get to push me back.”

Bart snorted.

TBC…

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