I know this blog has been silent for awhile, but I am changing that! And allow me to introduce our two newest members: unfortunatemisfits and asksodapopprincess! I hope to be updating at the minimum of once a week, with fics from all of us. So any suggestions or ideas are fully welcome.
#15. This one is Snowbunnies not Bubbline. Inspired by a comic that blackcatula did. Thank you for the idea!
Fionna took a step back, the Ice Queen’s breath stinking of root beer. A lot of root beer. The Queen stumbled forward, her finger tracing against Fionna’s cheek. Her voice slured as she mouthed out some words.
“F’yona… I love you. Seerisly.” The Queen smiled, a smile that was all drunken happiness. “Nah, I’m kiddin.” She stumbled back again, tripping over the hem of her large dress. Fionna barely caught her, and the Ice Queen looked up. “No seerisly. Love… you’re my fav’rit.” With a little laugh and hiccup, the Queen’s eyes rolled back, and she was soon snoring.
Fionna looked desperately over to Cake, who just shrugged. “We could leave her here.” Fionna looked again at Cake, who just shrugged again. The Queen looked pitiful. Sweat glistened above her eyes, and she shook, as if cold. Her long white hair was unkempt, and her dress stained.
“No, we can’t do that.” Fionna slung the surprisingly light Queen over her shoulder. “Come on Cake. Let’s take her home.”
“What!” Cake looked incredulously at the lump that was the Ice Queen. But she couldn’t deny how bad the Queen looked. The cat let out a sigh, and the trio left on the path leading away from the mountain. It was night when they arrived at the house, a full moon bathing everything in it’s pale light. The wooden door swung silently open, and they lit a few of the lanterns. Fionna set the Ice Queen down on the couch, and Cake threw a blanket over her.
In the morning, the sound of her snoring filled the house. A groggy Cake was making some breakfast, while upstairs Fionna dressed. As she came down the Ice Queen woke up, and looked around her. Bleary eyes looked at Fionna, then Cake, and then around her again.
“Where am I?” The Queen sounded a like she had a hangover, but at least she wasn’t slurring her words any more. She shook the blanket off of her, giving only a brief glance at the stains on her dress. “Is that bacon? Look at you Cake, still making all the food.” The Ice Queen grabed a piece of bacon, munching thoughtfully on it. She turned to face Fionna again, and asked her, “Why did you bring me here?”
Fionna wanted to say that they couldn’t have just left her there, madly drunk and posing more of a risk to herself than she usually did to others. Instead, out came a mumble, which the Ice Queen couldn’t make out.
“What was that?”
“Just be out of here before we get back.” The Ice Queen nodded, and returned to the couch, still munching on the strip of bacon.
“Alright. I’ll be gone before then. And Fionna…” The Ice Queen stoped for a second, staring blankly at the wall. A smile played across her cold lips. “Thanks.” Fionna nodded, and after a hurried breakfast, she and Cake left the house, calling out a farewell to the Ice Queen. They returned as it was getting dark, Fionna whistling and dragging a large sack of gold behind her. She casually threw it onto one of the many piles of similar treasure, and as Cake began making dinner, the human went upstairs to get into her pajamas.
She took off her clothes, tossing them into a corner, and sliped on her pajamas. A creak sounded by the ladder, the groaning of old wood. Fionna’s head shot up, and there was the Ice Queen. Fionna stood for a second, just staring.
“Why are you still here?”
“I was about to leave, and my dress was stained, so I had to wash it and… yeah.” The Ice Queen smiled, and Fionna could smell more root beer, leaking off of the older woman. She had been drinking again. Fionna felt in her an unexplained disappointment at the Ice Queen
“Well, then leave.” Fionna sighed, shaking her head. “And go get help for your drinking problem.” With that, Fionna pushed past the Ice Queen, and began descending down.The Ice Queen’s smile turned around, and she snarled down at Fionna’s back.
“You try being lonely every day! You try living your whole life known as a frosty bitch!” Ice flew down, slamming and freezing around Fionna’s feet. “You try.” The Ice Queen strode down the stairs, bringing her face inches from the human’s. “You have Cake. I used to have Cake. She was mine, and she left me, just like everyone else.” Little drops of frozen water gathered in the monarch’s eyes. As she opened her mouth again, the still hot frying pan flew out of the kitchen, catching her squarely in the face. Fionna looked back at Cake in amazement, then at the downed Queen.
“Well, here we are again.” Fionna looked down at her frozen ankles, then at the unconscious Ice Queen. “A passed out Queen, and another choice.” Cake picked up the pan, moving to wipe off a small bit of blood, then remembering it’s heat. Fionna looked pleadingly at her friend. “What do we do Cake?” The cat thought for a minute, looking at the pan, and glancing at the still downed Ice Queen.
“We can’t keep her like this. But we can’t just let her loose.” Cake heard in her head the Ice Queen’s remark about her. It had been cold, but true, and it had hurt.”She needs help. What about Gumball?”
“The Prince?” Fionna nodded. “We could bring her there, but what would he be able to do?”
“We could lock her up.” Before Fionna could object, Cake quickly shoved in, “Look, Fi, it’s the only safe way to hold her, and maybe to help her.” Cake looked down again at the sad looking person on the floor. “Bi-polar, drunken, crazy person she is.”
Fionna saw her point, and so in the darkness of night brought to the Prince a wrapped bundle, which was promptly scurried to one of the old cells. Very rarely were they used nowadays in the Candy Kingdom, and so were moldy, with heavily rusted iron bars. It wasn’t until the late afternoon that the Ice Queen woke up, drifting out of her foggy dreams.
“What is the meaning of this?” Her yell startled Fionna from her daydream. The Ice Queen was clutching at the bars, bending and freezing and snapping them. But each bend or break was immediately replaced with an exact replica of the bar’s previous position.
“Calm down. You’re not breaking out any time soon. We enchanted the bars.” At Fionna’s words, the Ice Queen did calm down, and sat heavily on the bare floor, wincing as she hit, despite the folds of her