A heart can be so warm and friendly, a person open to love and appreciation. There are some with hearts as cold as ice, emotions lacking in every interaction, and empathy a foreign concept.
Kreuger was a soldier, fought many battles and saw many horrors, but now he had been turned into your personal guard. You were beautiful, powerful, dangerous and raw with a cold heart, your ice powers made you stronger than a hundred men and a feared king/queen.
It was a cold night, just like any other. The kingdom always lingered with a cold mist, making the atmosphere of the buildings feel miserable and sorrowful. Songs sung by people echoed through the streets, songs about cutting ice through its fearful heart.
The sombre melodies carried up to the castle, filling the halls and rooms with an eerie feeling. The tunes made it to your room.
Kreuger listened closely, their words about cutting beautiful and dangerous ice in half made him think of you. Not only your icy powers but also your cold behaviour; it was as cold as ice.
“Your people hate you,” he mumbled. His eyes drifted to your moonlit form on the balcony, looking down at the town from the superior height of the tower. “Does it not bother you?” He questioned and moved to stand beside you.