Prologue ~ The Ice Queen

Freya rushed down the halls. She knew something was wrong. She had seen the light in the tower window. Her sister had said something to her as she past, but she could not hear her. She could smell smoke in the air, and burning meat. Her eyes went to the cradle- it was empty except for the swirling gray smoke. Then she saw him. The Duke. Her lover. Holding the torch. He opened his mouth- and Freya screamed. Suddenly everything in the room as ice, and like glass, like her heart, her true love shattered to a thousand, thousand pieces. Then everything was black… and cold.