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 Seven

Clark was sitting in front of the mirror fitting pieces of the puzzle together, but his mind kept wondering off on other thoughts. He kept thinking about that young man he kept seeing in his mind. It was so frustrating, but he could not even think of his name…hell, he didn’t even know his own name.

He really wanted to get a lot done on the mirror so that he could go outside. He wanted to see where he was and what this place looked like on the outside. It must be really beautiful and even more imposing from out there.

He could hear that young man laughing and his voice was soothing…magical. He looked down at the tiny shattered shard between his thumb and index finger with a smile on his face. There was snow running down the pretty boy’s face. He had such a funny face when he was mad.

He shook his head and tried his best to concentrate on the mirror. The Snow Queen was counting on him to get it done. Snow Queen? What was her real name? Did she even have one?

His mind was such a busy place.

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“Where else would he go,” Lana asked as she turned onto the road that would take her to the Kent farm.

“I’m not sure,” Chloe said into her cell with Lois next to her, “We’re going to Crater Lake. We know he refuses to believe that Clark is…gone.”

“He should of called,” Lana said looking out at the empty fields, “Its not like him to not call. I would’ve helped him.”

“We’ll find him,” Lois yelled into Chloe’s ear which made her flinch, “Just calm down!”

Chloe smacked her arm, “We’ll call you if we find him and you do the same.”

“Okay,” Lana said and hung up the phone in case Bart was trying to call her or Chloe, “Where are you…Speedy?”

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Bart was making his way through the dense woods and would have screamed at the top of his lungs had he not been afraid of things unseen. He could not use his super speed for fear of smacking into a tree. If it did not kill him it would sure as hell hurt like a mother.

The farther he kept walking the warmer it seemed to get. It was as if the cool air of Spring was slowing becoming the muggy air of Summer. The flowers were changing, too. They were starting to look fully bloomed and mature. There was even butterflies and other Summer insects starting to show themselves.

He now wished that he had the Spring Witch fix him that picnic. His stomach was rumbling like a distant storm that he could smell in the air.

Suddenly he heard a twig snap and took off running when random shouting followed by arrows came flying after him. What in the hell was going on?

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Clark decided to take another walk, again. He knew that it might get him into trouble, but this place was just too cool to not explore. That was when he noticed something really funny. This place had no windows. What kind of house…palace, didn’t have windows? He didn’t quite know what to make of this strange new revelation.

He walked around a corner to suddenly freeze in his tracks. There was a seven…eight…nine foot polar bear standing on its hind legs looking down at him…growling angrily. A massive paw swiped him across the face and he fell flat on his side rolling onto his back.

The bear just looked down at him with black eyes and grabbed him by the ankle with his massive paw. Clark was beside himself with fear. He was in too much pain right now to do anything. A polar bear had just slapped him silly.

His face stung and he saw blood on his pale fingers. He was bleeding. It hurt.

“You are to work on the Queen’s mirror,” the bear said with a very deep and gruff voice.

Clark’s brilliant emerald eyes widened in shock, “You…you can talk?”

“I’m going to give you some rules, pretty boy,” the bear said as he dragged Clark along behind him across the icy floor by the ankle, “Rule number one, do not disturb a sleeping polar bear, or you will get a smack.”

“Okay,” Clark quickly agreed, “No disturbing a sleeping polar bear…got it.”

“Rule number two,” the bear growled, “If a polar bear is not sleeping, then he is more than likely fishing. If you so much as disturb a fishing polar bear, you will get a smack.”

“Rule three,” the bear growled, “If you are caught not working on the mirror, you will get a smack.”

Clark was too amazed to even speak right now. It was a talking polar bear.

“You got that,” the bear asked as he turned around to look at him.

“Yes…Mr. Polar Bear…Sir,” Clark said actually amazed that a bear had just hit him…and talking.

“Excellent,” the bear said.

“You hit me,” Clark said as he lightly rubbed his cheek and cringe.

The bear stopped and turned back around to glare at him with black eyes, “If I’d of really hit you,” he growled, “You’d be dead, pretty boy.”

Clark gulped and the bear dragged him back to the mirror, “Now get to work!”

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The Snow Queen rolled over on her icy bed and opened her radiant eyes. Couldn’t everyone see that she was trying to sleep through the blasted Summer? She was so pissed.

“Stay calm,” she hissed to herself as frost covered where she stepped, “No need to kill.”

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Bart had hid himself behind a dense thicket of green leaves and flowers. The voices were ever so slowly starting to fade away into the distance. He was safe for the time being. Where in the hell was he? Where was Clark? How the hell was he ever going to find him?

“Hello,” a muffled voice called out in distress, “Is someone there? Help!”

Bart moved cautiously towards the voice and came upon what looked to be some kind of human size magic box. Why in the hell was something like this out in the middle of some crazy wood where people shoot arrows at you for no reason at all?

“Is someone there,” Bart asked looking around.

“Yes,” the voice answered, “I’m in here.”

“Why are you in there,” Bart asked in confusion, “Come out.”

“If I could do that,” the voice giggled, “Then I wouldn’t need help, now would I?”

Bart rolled his eyes, “See you.”

“Hey,” the voice called, “Don’t be like that. Help me.”

“Okay,” Bart laughed, “What do you want me to do?”

“Open all the doors,” the voice said, “And bang really hard on top of the box.”

Bart did as he was told and the voice muttered, “Stupid spell.”

He hit the top of the box with his hand and the voice yelled, “Harder, harder!”

“You do know I’m under eighteen,” Bart said as he smacked the top of the box again.

The voice giggled and then cried out when its owner came tumbling out an open door to lay in an untidy heap of silk on the green forest floor. Bart suppressed a snort and helped the young man up.

“Thank you so much,” the handsome Asian man smiled, “You saved me from that evil contraption.”

Bart watched him kick it with a silk covered foot only to howl with pain as he jumped around on the other one. This simply was too much. He had to find Clark.

“Why were you in that box,” Bart asked as he stepped away from it for fear that it might eat him too.

The young man’s smooth skin was the color of warm honey and his smile was bright as pearls, “I’m trying out to be court magician at the Summer Palace.”

“The Summer Palace,” Bart asked with a grin of his own, “I’m in Summer now? I’m looking for the Snow Queen.”

“Oh,” the man frowned, “I hear that she’s so cold…she has her…you know what…in cubes.”

Bart just looked at him, “Huh?”

“You know,” he said packing up his stuff, “The punctuation that comes at the end of a sentence.”

“Oh,” Bart said and then snorted as he grabbed his crotch, “Ouch.”

“I agree,” the young man smiled, “But don’t you dare tell her I told you that.”

“What’s your name,” Bart asked as he watched him pack.

“Tien,” he said while fixing his silk hat that covered his long dark hair, “You?”

“Bart,” he said, “Nice to meet you.”

“You can come with me to the Summer Palace where we will audition with the Summer Princess,” Tien said and then snapped his fingers.

Bart watched in amazement as everything seemed to shrink and then floated into Tien’s bag.

“You so have to teach me that,” Bart said in awe.

“I’m just lucky nothing exploded this time,” Tien said and then pointed, “We go that way.”

“Explode,” Bart asked as he followed after him.

“It’s a long story,” Tien said, “It all started in a galaxy far, far away.”

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Clark growled and threw down the shard from the mirror to see the polar bear fishing with a wooden rod. That’s just not normal. Then again…none of this felt normal. What is normal? He was so bored.

“I’m bored,” Clark whined at the fishing bear.

“Get back to work,” the bear snapped, “Or you’ll get a smack.”

“Don’t you want to go outside,” Clark asked staying far enough away so he couldn’t get a smack.

“Why,” the bear asked, “This is a really good fishing spot and I have a very nice room to sleep in.”

The bear then looked up at one of the floors above, “And…”

Clark waited for an answer and then asked, “And?”

“Nothing,” Bear growled angrily, “Get back to work.”

“Fine,” Clark sighed, “You’re so boring.”

“And you’re annoying,” Bear said.

“Why are you fishing like that,” Clark asked from the mirror, “Aren’t you suppose to use your paws or something?”

“Shut up,” Bear snapped, “And do my Queen’s bidding.”

Clark yawned and slowly walked over to an open door. The hall beyond just seemed like it went on forever. There was that boy in his head again.

“What are you looking for,” Bear asked.

“The way out,” Clark snapped, “I want to go outside.”

“You haven’t finished the mirror,” Bear told him.

“I don’t care,” Clark said, “I want to find Bart.”

Clark’s eyes widened. Bart? That’s his name. He could see himself holding the smaller man in his arms in the cold snow and he could see that glowing hand that eased…pain.

“My Queen wants you to finish the mirror,” Bear said turning away so he could look at it, “And I’m here to make sure you do.”

“Don’t you have a will of your own,” Clark asked with a very bored expression.

“Yes,” Bear said, “It’s to do whatever she wants.”

“What about what I want,” Clark snapped, “I want to go outside.”

“Like I care,” Bear said and went back to his fishing hole where he caught a big fish with his paw, “Want some?”

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“And that’s why you never add newt toes and fish scales to a love potion,” Tien said with a shake of his head, “There was not a stick big enough to beat all the boys off me.”

“Oh, my,” Bart said with wide eyes, “That must have been terrible.”

“Not at all,” Tien laughed, “It worked wonders on my self esteem.”

“Right,” Bart said and then asked, “Are we there yet?”

“Right up this hill,” Tien said and in a blink Bart was at the top.

“Wow,” Tien began, “That’s so cool.”

He quickly ran up the hill to stand beside Clark who was gazing at the scene beyond with an open mouth. The Summer Palace was breathtaking. It looked like something out of Chinese mythology.

A dragon was flying through the air and there was six suns in the sky. The palace was massive and there was even rainbow waterfalls. This was amazing.

“Wow,” was all he could say.

“It is nice,” Tien said and took Bart’s arm, “Let’s go.”

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“Clark,” that seductive, hypnotic voice cooed down to him from somewhere up above.

He looked up from the mirror to see that it was snowing once more.

“Hello, Snowflake,” she said from right beside him, “How’s my mirror?”

“Good,” Clark said while fingering some of the shards.

Her voice suddenly became colder than steel left out in subzero temperatures when she saw how little he had done, “You call this good, Snowflake?”

“No,” Clark said and he suddenly felt like he was eight years old.

“What was that,” she hissed over the howl of the frigid wind that had her blinding white hair and robes billowing, “I didn’t quite catch it.”

“No,” he said a little louder, “It’s hard and I’m bored.”

“Hard,” she asked and her long white hair coiled like hissing serpents, “Bored?”

Her right hand moved faster that frost and she had him by the right ear. Ice began to coat it and sink into the flesh making him cry out in pain as memories assaulted his mind.

“Too difficult, Clark,” she asked and released him. The ice vanished but the pain remained.

“No,” he hissed as tears fell from his eyes, “I’ll try harder.”

“Yes,” she said turning from him, “How should I punish you?”

He could see his mother laying in her own frozen blood and he could feel the kryptonite cutting into his flesh. His dad was laying in his arms, bloody and broken. It was too much and he exploded.

“I’m not your fucking prisoner,” he screamed and unleashed his heat vision on her, “You promised no more pain! You fucking lied!”

She spun around to face him in a blast of cold that stung his eyes and she literally bitch slapped the heat beam away from her. It struck the wall and shattered the ice that covered it. Her head snapped to the side and her eyes could freeze the heart of a volcano.

“Come here,” she said in a calm voice that was too frightening to describe. One would have to feel it in their bones.

Clark took a step back from her and shook his head.

“Don’t make me tell you again,” she warned and her voice promised unknowable pain.

Clark sniffed and was instantly in front of her in a blink. The only thing was, she never blinked. She saw it all.

She looked at the healing claw marks on his face and asked, “Does that hurt?”

“I heal fast,” he said.

She reached up and placed her perfect hand on his cheek and he cringed. It was so cool and soothing.

“Does it hurt now,” she asked.

He slowly reached up and put his hand over hers, “No.”

She smiled and moved into him, “Have you missed me, Snowflake?”

A tear fell from his eye and she caught it on her finger and gave him a diamond.

“Have you thought about me at all,” she asked and then her eyes went as sharp as the ice hanging down from the ceiling, “Or has your mind been on that…boy?”

“Yes,” Clark answered and then shook his head, “No…I don’t know.”

His memory was becoming fuzzy again. It was like everything was being covered in ice.

“Your hands are shaking,” she said and then asked, “Why is that, Snowflake?”

“I don’t know,” he said and did not see Bear roll his big black eyes.

“I think I do,” she smiled, “The kiss I gave you. You long for another one. Have you ever felt such a kiss before…Snowflake?”

“No,” he said and wanted her lips to take him again.

“Better get busy on that mirror,” she said and just loved tempting him, “Because what you’re feeling now is nothing…trust me…before long, you’ll be climbing up those stairs to find me.”

She glided away from him in a hiss of swirling silk that blinded with a cold light as her voice whispered all around him, “Desperate for another kiss.”

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Tien was a master when it came to breaking and entering…even with the palace being guarded like Fort Knox. This was really cool and really dangerous. He loved it. It felt like old times.

“What the hell is that,” Bart asked looking at two shadows dancing with each other up a flight of stairs, “Are they ghosts?”

Tien looked up from his magic supplies and smiled, “No, just dreams.”

“Dreams,” Bart asked in awe as he slowly turned to look at them again.

“Royal dreams,” Tien said, “Not really any of our business…but aren’t they nice?”

Bart followed the dancing shadows up the stairs only to see shadows of roses float along the hall wall. They curled and twisted…blooming in a direction they seemed to want him to go in.

“Roses,” Bart thought, “They reminded me about Clark.”

He followed them down the long hall to a very beautiful bedroom where an even more beautiful woman who was asleep on a silk canopied bed. Her skin was like glowing amber and her hair was darker than onyx. She had lips that were as red as blood and they were well bloomed.

A picture was playing above her head, almost like a movie. Was he seeing her dream? Why was she dreaming of him? What the hell did he have on? It looked to be a long flowing silk kimono that was black as night with pearly pink cherry blossoms all across the chest. His hair was styled spiky and glittered like diamonds.

“Me,” he said in disbelief, “Why in the hell am I up there?”

The young woman opened her eyes and the picture vanished. Her eyes were a deep brown.

“Intruders,” she murmured still half asleep and then her eyes widened as she shrieked at the top of her lungs, “Intruders!”

“Hello,” Tien said popping in, “I’m a magician here to blow you up…I mean…blow your mind.”

“You again,” she hissed, “Didn’t I already throw you out?”

“No,” he said, “That was my evil twin…Ling.”

Bart just stood there as the palace guards surrounded them. This was not good. They had swords and sharp pointy sticks. All he wanted to do was find Clark, not be killed.

“Grab the intruders,” a man yelled.

“No,” Tien said, “I’m here to entertain.”

“Entertain my ass,” one said and then blanched at the look the Summer Princess was giving him, “Sorry your majesty.”

“We already threw you out three times already this Summer,” another one yelled.

“I’m really sorry about all this,” Bart said moving away from the sharp pointy objects that looked all hurty, ouchie, “We broke in.”

“Did not,” Tien said, “That was my evil twin, Chang.”

“I was wondering,” Bart said while completely ignoring Tien, “Could you tell me where…”

“You’re the boy,” she said with relish, “I’ve been dreaming about you for months now.”

“What,” Bart asked in shock, “Months?”

“What do we do with them,” all the men asked, “Your highness?”

“Do with them,” she mumbled while fixing her sparkly tiara and then giggled, “Give them everything they want.”

“Including the crazy magician,” one asked and poked Tien with his stick.

“Happy to see my big boy,” Tien asked with a flirty wink.

The guard blushed furiously.

The Summer Princess leaned off the bed looking right at Bart, “Is he with you?”

“Yes,” Bart said not wanting anymore trouble, “He helped me.”

“The magician, too,” she said and then whispered to the guards as if they were chidlren, “That means lower your weapons.”

The guards quickly sheathed their weapons and Bart rolled his eyes at Tien who was making kissy faces at the blushing guard who seemed to get harder and harder. This was really going to be a long day.

TBC…

Please review and tell me what you think. I tried to make this chapter more…cheerful… seeing as how depressing most of them are. Hope you all enjoy.

Flora