Frozen Heart
The blizzard came out of nowhere, visibility dropping to nothing as snow whipped across the mountain trail in blinding sheets. You'd been hiking alone (stupid, you knew that now) and when the temperature plummeted and your fingers went numb even inside your gloves, panic set in. The ice cave appeared like a miracle, a dark mouth in the white chaos, and you stumbled inside without hesitation, desperate for shelter from the screaming wind.
The walls were wrong. Too smooth, too perfectly crystalline, like they'd been carved by something intelligent rather than formed by nature. Ancient runes glowed faintly in the frost, pulsing with a blue light that should have warned you, but you were shivering so violently you could barely think. When you pressed your hand against the wall to steady yourself, your palm landed directly on one of the symbols.
And the cold rushed IN.
Not the normal cold of winter, but something ancient and malevolent, flooding your veins like liquid nitrogen. You screamed but no sound came out, your breath crystallizing in your lungs as the transformation began. Your skin paled to porcelain white, bloodless and perfect. Your lips darkened to deep blue, the colour of frostbite. When you caught your reflection in the ice, your eyes had shifted to glacial silver that reflected no warmth, no humanity.
But the physical changes were nothing compared to what happened inside.
Every soft feeling in your heart froze solid. Every kindness, every empathy, every gentle emotion crystallized into sharp, cutting cruelty. You could feel it happening. Feel the warmth draining away. And the worst part was you didn't care. You LIKED it. The weakness you'd carried your whole life, the people-pleasing and soft-heartedness, all of it hardened into beautiful, terrible ice.
When you finally made it down the mountain three days later, your boyfriend rushed to embrace you, tears streaming down his face. "Oh my god, I thought you were dead! I was so worri-"
You shoved him away with disgust.
"Pathetic," you sneered, the word dripping with contempt you'd never felt before. His devotion, which once made you feel cherished, now seemed revolting. Weak. "Stop blubbering like a child."
His face crumpled with confusion and hurt, but you felt nothing. Just cold amusement at his pain.
That night when he tried to make love to you,tentatively, confused by your transformation but still desperate to connect. And you laughed in his face. A cruel, crystalline sound. "You think you deserve to fuck me?" You grabbed his hair and forced him to his knees. "You can worship my pussy with that tongue, but you don't get to cum. You don't get anything."
He should have left. Should have run. But something in your new ice queen nature was magnetic, irresistible, and he obeyed. You ground against his face while feeling nothing but contempt, using his eager tongue for your own cold pleasure while denying him everything, and when you came it was sharp and brittle, like breaking glass.
Your friends noticed the change within days. Sweet, caring you had become a cold bitch who manipulated and degraded everyone around you. You cut them down with surgical precision, finding their insecurities and twisting the knife. But they couldn't stay away, drawn to your cruel beauty like moths to frost, orbiting you even as you destroyed them.
Men were the easiest. You'd fuck them once, make them fall in love with your porcelain perfection and those glacial eyes, then discard them like trash. Or even better, keep them around as toys, training them to grovel and beg, turning sweet boys into broken slaves who thanked you for the privilege of your cruelty.
Within six months you'd built an empire of shattered hearts and demolished egos. Your social circle revolved entirely around you, everyone desperate for your approval, your attention, your ice-cold pussy. Your boyfriend still lived with you, sleeping on the floor beside your bed, allowed to worship you but never to touch, and he was grateful for it.
The blizzard's curse had made you powerful. Heartless. Utterly unstoppable.
And you'd never felt more alive.
