Chapter Twelve: Vanishing Frost

Natalia found it difficult to catch her breath. Emotions were something she rarely experienced, but when it came to the treasured jester of Elvira, only he had the power to make her feel this way - weak, with her supposedly cold heart wracked with pain, and tears streaming down her dry eyes.

In the middle of the night, the ice queen fled towards the forest, her destination unknown. Yet she kept running and running, clutching her chest with unsteady breath.

“His lover came back…”

When her immortal self seemed to get tired, she decided to rest under a large oak tree. The tree was surrounded by fireflies, whose gentle light illuminated the area around her. Above, the full moon hung in the starless night sky, casting a lonely yet beautiful glow over everything below.

"I want him..." she sighed deeply, her thoughts consumed by the jester.