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Maleficent and the Snow Queen
Maleficent waited in the cool, dark of her cell. Her body was numb to the pain now. How long had it been now since she had been captured? Days at least. A few of weeks probably. She deserved this and worse. She always had.
There were so many memories she could and did visit. All so terrible and vicious and nasty. None she really wanted to spend time with. But it was all she had. There were echoes of other memories, but they were only echoes.
Why couldn’t she relish the cruelty she had inflicted so often?
Maleficent heard footsteps and then the iron door open.
She felt the heat of torches surround her.
There were the sound of heavy boots with nailed soles. Guards obviously.
There were the soft footfalls of Aurora's bare feet she had come to recognize. “Celestina, there are people here to see you.”
Then a chill came into the room and an odd staccato sound. That didn't sound like leather or nails or wood.
She could recognize boots and slippers and more but there were two new people walking toward her and then she felt and icy chill that made her skin goose bump.
One was wearing felt shoes, almost silent, but she heard a scuff and the person catch herself.
The last sounded like glass on iron. Which made no sense whatsoever, who would wear glass shoes? There was also the sound of something hard dragging across the iron floor. It made her wary, was the person wearing a chain mail cloak or something that was too big?
Her senses strained for information and her mind yearned for distraction from what was inside. She heard quiet then the sound of the glass shoes walking around her. A cold finger tracing her horns.
Maleficent knew who it was now.
She hummed once and Aurora removed the gag.
"Snow Queen.”
"Mistress of all evil.”
“I trust you, your sister and her family are well.”
“We are.” Came a new voice, trying to sound brave. The Princess Anna was here too, but she fell silent.
After a pause Elsa said, “I expected us to meet on the field of battle.”
“Indeed. Army against army, it would have been glorious.”
“No. I wanted to fight you personally. No need to slaughter the innocent. We are the ones with great power. You would use it to hurt people, and so it is you who needed to be stopped. But instead we get to see you tried properly.”
“So it would seem. Well, now that you are here, are the proceeding about to begin.”
“Actually no. We are still awaiting the judge to arrive.” Said Elsa.
Maleficent thought about that. Who could judge her? There was no hope of a fair trial, she was the Mistress of All Evil. There would so none neutral to her.
“Oh a trial, how quaint. As if there were any who could judge the likes of me.”
“There might be someone who is wiling to give it a go that we can trust to be as impartial as possible. The real question is how your pet demon is going to change things.” Said Elsa.
“Yes, it is.”
“What can one demon do?”
“Generally speaking demons can do little beyond tempt people to do evil. Those who open themselves completely can be possessed but that is very rare.”
“Indeed, but your demon is actually here not in the spirit realm.”
“Very observant, high marks for you. Yes, that does make a difference. I do hope to get a chance to properly thank Prince Eric. Bring a demon to Earth physically was not something even I could do, because now he can bring the rest of his friends to Earth too.”
There were gasps and the jingle of armor as people understood.
“So you plan to slaughter everyone in the world.” Said Elsa grimly.
“Everyone? Hardly. Yes, a relative few will die but most will be enslaved to live out their lives until there aren't babies left to be born and hell is filled to bursting. Heaven will get no more souls. Everyone will suffer like I did. And it won't ever stop. Do you really think you could have defeated all the powers of hell snow queen?” Maleficent practically crowed in triumph.
“Maybe, maybe not. However snow and ice are mine to command. You know what snow and ice are made of, of course?”
“Of course, water.” Replied Maleficent, wondering what that had to do with anything.
“Very good. Now what is the human body mostly made of?”
Maleficent thought for a moment wondering if this was a trick question. People were made of meat and blood. Meat was moist.
She licked her lips as the implication suddenly became obvious. “Water.”
“Very good.” Elsa said happily then she leaned in an whispered in Maleficent’s ear. “Now remember, if you think I am too nice to do something like that to a living person. I already did it to my sister. If I did that to someone I loved imagine what I could do to someone like you.”
Maleficent waited in the cool, dark of her cell. Her body was numb to the pain now. How long had it been now since she had been captured? Days at least. A few of weeks probably. She deserved this and worse. She always had.
There were so many memories she could and did visit. All so terrible and vicious and nasty. None she really wanted to spend time with. But it was all she had. There were echoes of other memories, but they were only echoes.
Why couldn’t she relish the cruelty she had inflicted so often?
Maleficent heard footsteps and then the iron door open.
She felt the heat of torches surround her.
There were the sound of heavy boots with nailed soles. Guards obviously.
There were the soft footfalls of Aurora's bare feet she had come to recognize. “Celestina, there are people here to see you.”
Then a chill came into the room and an odd staccato sound. That didn't sound like leather or nails or wood.
She could recognize boots and slippers and more but there were two new people walking toward her and then she felt and icy chill that made her skin goose bump.
One was wearing felt shoes, almost silent, but she heard a scuff and the person catch herself.
The last sounded like glass on iron. Which made no sense whatsoever, who would wear glass shoes? There was also the sound of something hard dragging across the iron floor. It made her wary, was the person wearing a chain mail cloak or something that was too big?
Her senses strained for information and her mind yearned for distraction from what was inside. She heard quiet then the sound of the glass shoes walking around her. A cold finger tracing her horns.
Maleficent knew who it was now.
She hummed once and Aurora removed the gag.
"Snow Queen.”
"Mistress of all evil.”
“I trust you, your sister and her family are well.”
“We are.” Came a new voice, trying to sound brave. The Princess Anna was here too, but she fell silent.
After a pause Elsa said, “I expected us to meet on the field of battle.”
“Indeed. Army against army, it would have been glorious.”
“No. I wanted to fight you personally. No need to slaughter the innocent. We are the ones with great power. You would use it to hurt people, and so it is you who needed to be stopped. But instead we get to see you tried properly.”
“So it would seem. Well, now that you are here, are the proceeding about to begin.”
“Actually no. We are still awaiting the judge to arrive.” Said Elsa.
Maleficent thought about that. Who could judge her? There was no hope of a fair trial, she was the Mistress of All Evil. There would so none neutral to her.
“Oh a trial, how quaint. As if there were any who could judge the likes of me.”
“There might be someone who is wiling to give it a go that we can trust to be as impartial as possible. The real question is how your pet demon is going to change things.” Said Elsa.
“Yes, it is.”
“What can one demon do?”
“Generally speaking demons can do little beyond tempt people to do evil. Those who open themselves completely can be possessed but that is very rare.”
“Indeed, but your demon is actually here not in the spirit realm.”
“Very observant, high marks for you. Yes, that does make a difference. I do hope to get a chance to properly thank Prince Eric. Bring a demon to Earth physically was not something even I could do, because now he can bring the rest of his friends to Earth too.”
There were gasps and the jingle of armor as people understood.
“So you plan to slaughter everyone in the world.” Said Elsa grimly.
“Everyone? Hardly. Yes, a relative few will die but most will be enslaved to live out their lives until there aren't babies left to be born and hell is filled to bursting. Heaven will get no more souls. Everyone will suffer like I did. And it won't ever stop. Do you really think you could have defeated all the powers of hell snow queen?” Maleficent practically crowed in triumph.
“Maybe, maybe not. However snow and ice are mine to command. You know what snow and ice are made of, of course?”
“Of course, water.” Replied Maleficent, wondering what that had to do with anything.
“Very good. Now what is the human body mostly made of?”
Maleficent thought for a moment wondering if this was a trick question. People were made of meat and blood. Meat was moist.
She licked her lips as the implication suddenly became obvious. “Water.”
“Very good.” Elsa said happily then she leaned in an whispered in Maleficent’s ear. “Now remember, if you think I am too nice to do something like that to a living person. I already did it to my sister. If I did that to someone I loved imagine what I could do to someone like you.”
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Intensely good.