Lettvind No-Name
She woke up with the delightful feeling of something warm pressing up against her. Amazingly warm. She lifted her arms to feel what the warm thing was, but to no avail, she was pinned to the snowy ground. Worst of all, she couldn't breath.
All of the sudden, something cold and sharp slid down her throat, probably scraping a bit of her neck. She forcibly sat up, coughing and holding her throat. The warm object had not been a something, it was a someone. And to her surprise, it was one of the morbid Dark Elves. She wasn't sure if it was good or bad, but it was previously pressed up against her, giving her mouth-to-mouth resuscitation.
"I'm terribly sorry. It's just that...there was a piece of ice stuck in your throat. I thought it would help to make you stop choking," the armored elf explained as he was laying on the ground after he was pushed aside, "Also, your leg was a bit caught under a fallen pillar." Ari looked down at her leg. It was scraped and bruised from the hard ice pressing on her skin. She coughed again, not ready to respond yet. Then, she slowly looked up at her savor. He was garbed in a black suit adorned with pearl armor, but it gleamed orange in the light of the flames. Its mask was also pearl-colored, but it resembled the Svartalfheim army.
She closed her eyes and frowned, "What happened?"
"A fire," it responded.
"Let me rephrase that: why did it happen?"
"Well, it originally started with me and a few other elves ordered to set fire to the castle, but i guess it didn't go all that well as the queen thought it would."
Ari gazed at the burning castle, heartbroken that her childhood memories that lay inside the castle were burned to ashes. She could have done something about it, yet she was sprawled across the snowy forest ground, digging her fingers deep into the snow. "W-why would y-y-you save me? A Jotun princess? A hater of the Svartalfar?" Ari questioned it. Tears formed at the brim of her eyes. "Because," it started, "maybe we could, you know, kind of be, like, I don't know. Know each other, I guess?"
It stared at her, an emotionless mask blocking out all expressions. She stared back, dumbfounded. "You idiot," she hissed.
Ari threw herself onto the mysterious elf, pushing it back against the cold ground. Her hands grasped its shoulders, pinning it to the ground. "Who are you, elf? I know a liar when i see one. You're trying to murder me!"
"And why would I do that? I already failed my mission! If you really wish to know who I am, I'm 16-year-old Lettvind of Svartalfheim. And you are...?"
"Ari Dark-Wing, daughter of Miraak, princess of Jotunheim. Like you, I am indeed 16."
She pushed down on his shoulders harder, winning a grunt from Lettvind. "Could you at least be a little more kind to your savior? I do not wish to harm you at all, m'lady," he begged. She pulled a large piece of glass from the ground, holding it near Lettvind's armored throat. "Lettvind..." Ari warned, "Listen to me and do what I say and you shall live."
"First, take off your mask," she instructed, "Then, I need you to drop all your weapons."
She brought her hands to his breastplate to allow him arm movement. He slowly reached for his mask, Ari watching his every move. His fingers wrapped around the latches that held the mask into the headgear. Then, a small click emitted from the edges of his gleaming mask. Ari backed her head away, unknowing of what he might look like.
Then, he pulled his mask an inch from his face, revealing two beautiful, crystal-blue eyes. He lowered his mask to expose his perfect nose, and his small, elven lips. He was absolutely handsome, or at least in her view, for she loved the look of nerds. He placed his mask on the ground near his side. Lettvind smiled, an expression that fit his face perfectly. "I'm sorry. I must have scared you with the whole 'getting to know you' thing," he apologized. Ari shook her head. "I was never a fan of burning down the castle anyways. I just needed something to do in life, you know?"
She slapped him hard across the face. "Your such an idiot, a fool. This is not at act of kindness for anybody, elf. Especially not my You should be worshipping me for letting you live. Without me, there would be no you. And without you, none of this crap would be happening in the first place. Understand, Lettvind of Svartalfheim?" Ari snapped. He nodded violently in understanding, his blue eyes widening out of fear.
Good. He knows to fear me, she thought. She pushed herself up and onto Lettvind's heaving chest. He grunted, but no one liked it when Frost Giants sat on their chest anyways. Ari put her fist to her chin, thinking of what to do about Lettvind. She could always throw him back on Svartalfheim, but she wanted to make him pay for his deeds. It might even be possible to lock him outside on a leash until he freezes to death, but he didn't seem like such a willing participant of the crime. Maybe he was willing to take a little trip to the dungeons, but how could she explain to her father without him getting slain?
She fingered under his pearl set of armor, tickling the black cloth beneath it in worry. How could this get past her father or mother? She was brain dead. Suddenly, her brain hatched a new idea. Maybe, once the fire settles down, she could sneak back into her room and tell Thiassi about Lettvind and how she needs to return him to his realm. His punishment could be staying in her room until she finds out how to tell Thiassi. It was absolutely foolproof in her eyes.
First, she instructed Lettvind to once again drop his weapons, which he immediately did. Next, she grabbed hold of the ears on his headpiece and yanked him off the ground painfully. She told him to stand right next to a large tree right next to the castle wall, which he also did without hesitation. "Now just stand still, or I will completely change my mind about letting you live," she said.
With a wave of her hand, ice slowly formed around his legs and feet, which slowly inched around his hands, then his arms, and his shoulders. Soon enough, Lettvind's entire body had been loosely frozen in a case of ice. The only thing that was completely loose was his neck and head which lay lazily against the tree. As she finished the final touches of freezing him to the tree for the night, she lay beside his feet, nestling in the roots of the tree until morning.
When she was about to fall asleep, he stirred one last time. "I'm sorry you hate me, Ari."