Heart of Ice: Frozen & Freaky: An Adult Fairy Tale (Book 1)

By Ana Lynne

Frozen & Freaky: Heart of Ice (Book 1)
Adult Fairy Tale
12,300 words

Once upon a time, I was a girl, not a queen. Sadly, girls grow up to face their destiny, face hidden truths. I was cursed with the power to shoot frozen water from my finger. My kingly father was forced to tell me who I really was. In all honesty, even he didn’t know.

In my parents eyes, I was an afflicted daughter. In my own reflection, I saw a conflicted young woman, fear and emotions running wild. Though society cared not. They expected a queen. I knew if they ever saw my powers, I’d be deemed an evil troll. I’d be burned at a stake. If only I could get through my coronation without showing my true self, I’d be alright.

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• Language: English
• Publisher: J.D. Grayson
• Release date: Aug 28, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370354917

Ana Lynne

Twitter: @authoranalynne You can contact Ana Lynne at [e-mail] Ana Lynne writes erotic short stories featuring many topics, such as, adult fairy tales, stepbrothers, taboo fetishes and other fun and edgy subjects. Ana’s goal is to create a package of descriptive sex and entertaining story in a quick-read experience. All books are now available in Paperback. If you would like an autographed Paperback, please email me at: [e-mail]

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Queen Elin

Once upon a time, I was just a girl, not a queen.  Sure, I was born wealthy, raised in a magnificent castle with servants, though my royal parents raised us with love and respect.  I never saw myself as different…but I was.

My sister, Annika, was my best friend.  In truth, having no playmates, we were more than friends.  We were each other’s everything.  The two of us played within the confined castle gates, protected from strangers.  After all, it was the royal way.  However, we occasionally went on private excursions, marveling at Anderland’s beauty. 

It was a place more breathtaking than magic itself.  Tall mountains towered miles into the air, framing our castle perfectly.  Fresh glacial waters reflected our kingdom like a mirror, and summer greenery glowed neon in the sun’s rays.  In winter, ice glistened every inch of rocky ground. 

Winter was my season, the one time of year I felt at home within my skin.  Shooting ice from my fingers was a gift, at least at that time.  Annika and I would head into the courtyard, building a world of snowy wonders.

Our most prized creation was a goofy snowman named Otto.  I’d blast icy streams from my fingertips.  Then, raising my voice high, I’d speak forth the mounds of lifeless snow.  Young Annika watched in mesmerized excitement.  Hi, I’m Otto.  I like warm snuggles, I’d say.

Laughing in high-pitched squeals, my baby sister would wrap her arms around the carrot-nosed, stick-handed creation.  It crumbled every time.  Again, Elin!  Again! she’d beg me to rebuild him.  As tired as I was, I did it for her.

I was my redheaded sister’s protector.  She was the warmth in my heart.  Oddly enough, we couldn’t have looked any different.  While her hair was the color of fire, mine was the color of sun-kissed snow. 

Annika’s skin was like fresh peaches, mine was pale.  She was curvy, I was thin.  Her eyes were green as grass, mine glacier blue.  I was to be queen first, she unlikely to ever be queen at all, though I accepted my responsibility.

At the age of 8, father pulled me aside, The only true power you possess…is granted by the citizens of Anderland.  Your subjects hold the key to your fate.  Walk with grace before them, never show your weaknesses…or emotions…it could be your undoing, he warned.  I saw the fear in his eyes.  It hurt to suddenly realize the source of his agony was me.  It was the first time he made me feel different…strange.  I felt like a disgrace to the family name.

My world suddenly took on a different color, dare I say, deep blue.  I began to notice the look on the servants’ faces, expressions, which were likely there through the years.  They fear me, I thought. 

My ears opened to castle rumors of witchcraft and sorcery.  They told tales of baby bottles turned to solid ice.  Then came the whispers of me freezing my bedroom walls.  Father couldn’t hide it forever, no matter how much he’d threatened the staff. 

Those women didn’t dare talk of my secret openly.  Father would’ve had their heads for speaking against the crown’s future.  He ran a tight ship, ensuring those rumors would never reach the public ear.  As long as my mysterious power was hidden, nothing came of it.  That was, until Annika’s 7th birthday.

I was 10 at the time.  I remember her begging, Make me a big slide with your magic, Elin!

How big? I asked, always happy to please her.

Huge!  I wanna slide straight into the fjord!

Father will be furious, I warned.

Just this once…I’ll never ask again, promise.

After pausing in apprehension, I gave in.  I’ll do it for your birthday only…it comes down after, I said, preparing to grant her wish.

Holding my hand outward, I extended my fingers toward the outer