The Frost King
frost
The Frost King’s boots crunched on the grass as he walked through his frozen kingdom. Dawn was quickly approaching, but his white magic was still strong and clinging to the trees and bushes with determination.
He preferred the land this way, sprinkled with ice that glistened in the moonlight and then the morning sun. Nothing could compare to its beauty, not even the times that Lady Snow would visit and create a little cold mayhem herself.
The king sighed when he felt his back warming. It pained him to know that Queen Solaris was awake and spreading her fiery glow onto his cold empire, but today he wasn’t reluctant to return to his slumber, for he knew that it was only a matter of time before he would reclaim his kingdom again.
He preferred the land this way, sprinkled with ice that glistened in the moonlight and then the morning sun. Nothing could compare to its beauty, not even the times that Lady Snow would visit and create a little cold mayhem herself.
The king sighed when he felt his back warming. It pained him to know that Queen Solaris was awake and spreading her fiery glow onto his cold empire, but today he wasn’t reluctant to return to his slumber, for he knew that it was only a matter of time before he would reclaim his kingdom again.
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Prompt: use the words frost, king, and time in a drabble.