Crown of Ice (23 page)

Kai pulls me so close that his face is inches from mine. “Speak the truth,” he commands.

I take a deep breath and toss back the weighty mass of my curls. “The mirror may do many things, but all I know for certain is that it can grant Voss eternal life. Its other powers are hidden from me. So when I told you that it could restore your father to health …”

“You lied.” Kai sounds as inhuman as the wraiths.

“Yes, I lied to you. It’s unlikely that the mirror could’ve done anything to aid your father. I told you a lie, and continued lying, because I so desperately needed your help.”

“And that’s all that mattered to you, isn’t it, Thyra? Yourself.” He stares at me, his eyes filling with tears.

That’s strange. I expect anger, not sorrow, from him. “I must take care of myself. If I don’t, who will? You don’t understand.”

Kai releases my wrist and steps back several paces, his gaze still fixed on my face. “No, I don’t. I don’t understand how we could work together so long, share so much, and you had no problem lying to me the entire time.”

“Kai, I was brought to this frozen prison against my will. Turned into the Snow Queen without my permission. Placed under a dreadful curse to satisfy the needs of an ancient, evil, mage who cares no more for me than for the ice that lines the palace walls. I had no choice, no options. If I wanted to live, I had to take care of myself. There was no one else here, ever, except for Voss.” Taking a breath to steady my voice, I fix Kai with my iciest glare. “I’ve done whatever was necessary, whatever it took to survive. And I’d do it all again, to avoid becoming a wraith. I’d rather die than live forever as one of those mindless things.”

Kai examines me as if contemplating an unsolvable riddle. “You could’ve asked me for help. Told me the truth and asked for my aid.”

“You would have refused.”

“How do you know? You never asked.” Kai turns away and strides to the table. “I could smash it.” He glances at me, his brown eyes unreadable. “Take the mallet and shatter it again. Why not? It’s no good to me anymore.”

“Don’t!” I conjure a cold wind that blasts Kai against the window wall.

Kai stays seated, his back pressed against the wall. “I know you can kill me whenever you wish, Snow Queen. Go ahead. But you needn’t worry. I’ll not touch your precious mirror. My father’s dead and you’ve betrayed me.” He buries his face in his hands. “What does it matter now? What does anything matter?”

I watch him for some time as he weeps soundlessly, his shoulders shaking. He doesn’t look up when I walk out of the room.

Luki’s waiting for me in the hall, just outside the doors. I give him a pat before I head for my chambers, flaring the light in the walls so that a cluster of wraiths falls back, shrieking, into a darkened side-corridor. As my soft boots slap against the stone floor I wonder if Sephia has bested me. Logic tells me that Kai will flee the palace as soon as possible, abandoning me to my fate. Even if I imprison him, I can’t force him to work on the mirror. I shake my head.
These thoughts are foolish. They don’t touch me. Let them fade. Let it go.

Pausing before the door to my rooms I clear my mind and evaluate the situation. I suspect Kai’s slipping into the despair that afflicted him in the village. If by some miracle he agrees to continue his work on the mirror, he’ll need love and support to retain the full use of his mind. After several minutes of cold, hard consideration I conclude that I can’t be the one to comfort him. He no longer trusts me, and anyway, what do I know about such things? Luki thrusts his head under my hand and I stroke him absently as I consider my options. There’s only one person who may be able to help Kai and, by extension, me. His shadow, his friend—Gerda.

I lift my chin and set off toward the girl’s chamber.

***

Gerda cries silently as I lead her to the Great Hall. Given the closeness of the two families I suppose she’s as heartbroken as Kai. But I can’t dwell on such thoughts. I need Gerda to comfort Kai, to prevent him from sinking into mind-numbing despair.

“Please keep up,” I tell her. Luki trots in front of us, his tail swinging from side to side.

“Sorry,” Gerda snivels. “My legs aren’t as long as yours.”

I gaze down at her. She was sleeping when I pulled her from her room. Her loose hair still bears the crimp from tight braids. “You do want to help Kai, don’t you?”

Gerda casts me a furtive glance. “Of course.” Her face is streaked with tears and the whites of her eyes are tinged pink. She isn’t too lovely at this moment but I know Kai won’t care.

Lost in thought, I forget to illuminate the hall far enough ahead. A wave of wraiths rolls forward, washing over us. Gerda screams and beats wildly at the amorphous figures.

“The last piece,” they wail. “I will place it. Give it to me.” They descend upon Gerda, pressing their hideous faces against her body and threading their smoke-like fingers through her golden hair.

“Get out of our way!” I shout, calling forth a flood of light as Luki crouches and growls, snapping at the air.

Gerda drops to the floor and curls up in a ball, her arms covering her head. She rocks back and forth, whimpering softly.

“To the darkness with you!” I draw a circle of cold fire with my hands, enclosing the spot where I stand and Gerda cowers. The wraiths shriek and groan as they drift away, leaving only curling trails of mist.

The sounds pouring from Gerda’s throat I’ve only heard before from injured animals. I bend down and place my hands under the girl’s armpits and yank her to her feet. She falls against me, trembling like a cornered rabbit.

I hold her upright and let her sob for a moment before I give her a firm shake. “It’s all right now. They’re gone.”

Gerda gazes up at me, her blue eyes wide. Tears tremble on the tips of her lashes. “What are those things?”

“Those are the wraiths. They have no power to harm you, despite their fearful appearance.” I rummage in my pocket and pull out a handkerchief. “Now, wipe your face. You don’t want Kai to see you looking like this.”

“Wraiths?” Gerda hiccups a few times before she stills her shaking hands and dries her eyes. “That’s what you’ll become, if the mirror isn’t completed by your birthday?”

“Yes,” I reply shortly. I lean in and brush Gerda’s tangled hair away from her face. “Pull yourself together. We’ll see Kai soon.”

Gerda doesn’t take her eyes off me as she adjusts her laced bodice and tugs down her woolen skirt. “No wonder,” she says softly. “No wonder you’d do anything to avoid that fate.”

There’s something in those gentle eyes that makes me clench my hands. Something that I remember from long ago, from a time before my parents died. I whirl about and stride down the corridor. “Come along,” I call over my shoulder. “Keep pace with me if you don’t wish to encounter those creatures again.”

Gerda trots to keep up with me, her heavy boots clattering on the stone floor. Luki views this as a game and runs about in circles, just managing to keep enough distance to avoid tripping us. When we reach the doors to the Great Hall I hold up my hand to stop Gerda in her tracks. The exertion has brought some color back into her pale cheeks, making her resemble more closely the girl I remember from the village.

“Kai’s inside.” As I open the doors Luki scoots under my arm to dash into the cavernous chamber. I motion for Gerda to walk into the room ahead of me.

She’s hesitant until she spies Kai sitting under the windows, his back pressed against the wall. Running to his side, she sinks to the floor next to him and immediately clasps his hands in hers.

“Gerda.” He stares blankly at her, his eyes dull as charcoal.

I linger at the doors. Luki approaches Kai, wagging his tail slowly. Kai frees one of his hands from Gerda’s grasp. “Sorry, old boy,” I hear Kai say as he pets the wolf.

Luki drops his head onto one of Kai’s legs. His tail thumps against the floor. I marvel at the speed at which the animal has forgiven Kai. If only humans possessed that ability.

Kai obviously does not. He glares at me over Gerda’s golden head. “Don’t you have a storm to conjure somewhere, Snow Queen?” His tone’s sharp and cold as an icicle.

“Kai, I know you’re hurting, but please be kind.” Gerda places her arm about his shoulders and snuggles into his side. “Thyra has a lot to deal with, you know.” The girl casts me an encouraging glance. “Those terrible wraiths.”

“She belongs with them,” replies Kai roughly. His dark eyes rake over my face. “She lied to me, Gerda. To keep me here, away from my family. Away from you.” He cups Gerda’s chin in his free hand and lifts her head until she’s gazing into his eyes. “She lied about the mirror. It can’t restore health to anyone, or at least she doesn’t know if it can. She only told me that to trap me here as her slave.”

“You were never a slave.” I stride forward until I’m standing a few feet away from the young couple. “You weren’t locked up. You were never forced into anything. You said yourself that you did what you did of your own free will.”

“Based on a lie.” Kai strokes Gerda’s cheek before gazing up at me. “You manipulated me. Used me.”

“As you used me, to achieve your ends.” I clasp my hands before me to halt their shaking. “Did it matter to you at all that I was fighting for my sanity, my soul? Or was it only thoughts of your father that kept you working day and night? You aided me for his sake, and your own.”

“A noble goal, at least.” Kai straightens, dislodging Gerda’s arm. She prevents herself from tumbling over by pressing her hand against the wall.

“Is it?” Something tugs at my thoughts, telling me to abandon this thread of conversation, but I ignore the warning. “I believe you’re lying to me, Kai Thorsen. Of course you wanted to restore your father to health, but I suspect that wasn’t the only thing driving you.”

“What do you mean?” Kai pulls his other hand free of Gerda’s fingers.

I match Kai’s furious glare. “With your father incapacitated or dead you may not be able to attend the university, isn’t that right?”

Kai’s eyes narrow. “Gerda, go and prepare your things. We’re leaving.”

“Oh, and how far do you think you’ll get?” I flick open one hand, hurling a spear of ice against the far wall.

“We’ll make it, despite your tricks.” Kai brushes aside Gerda’s protestations and rises to his feet to face me. Luki scrambles out of his way and pads to my side. “You’ve little time left, Snow Queen. Shouldn’t you spend it on the mirror, rather than tracking two mortals who are likely to die in your bleak mountains, with or without your interference?”

“I’ve no desire for either of you to die.” Thoughts of Luki’s mother and Holger well up in my mind. I beat them back, focusing on Kai’s pale, resolute face. I sigh as the anger drains from my body. It’s all over. I can read my future in Kai’s implacable glare. I spread out my hands. “You needn’t worry. I’ll let you go, as long as you do nothing to sabotage my work. Go—take Bae and a sledge if you wish. Just allow me to complete the mirror in peace.”

Kai pulls Gerda to her feet, but keeps his gaze focused on me. “You see, Gerda, we can leave. Nothing’s holding us here.”

“Nothing at all,” I reply, laying my hand on Luki’s head.

“No, no.” Gerda grips Kai’s arm and shakes it until he looks down at her. “You must stay and help Thyra complete the mirror, Kai.”

“What are you talking about, Gerda?” Kai shoots the girl a questioning glance.

“It’s only a week before Thyra’s birthday. Perhaps she can finish the mirror in time or perhaps not. But it’s much more likely that she’ll succeed with your help. We must stay.” Gerda’s blue eyes plead with Kai as she squeezes his arm.

“My sweet friend.” A faint smile flickers over Kai’s face as he pats Gerda’s hand. “I know you’ve a big heart, but you needn’t waste your pity on Thyra Winther. She only cares for herself—why should you care for her?” The pain in Kai’s voice belies his harsh words.

I meet his gaze as he stares over Gerda’s shoulder. His thinking is so like mine, I’m certain his mind commands that he hate me. But I read another emotion in his dark eyes. Love and desire wage war against his logic. As they do in my heart.

“Because I’ve encountered the wraiths,” says Gerda simply. She sneaks a glance at me before looking back at Kai. “You must have seen them, Kai. Such terrible, pitiful, creatures. Bae told me that Thyra’s condemned to become one of them if she fails at her task. I can’t bear the thought of that, Kai. No one deserves that fate. No one.”

I stand very still. Never in any of my calculations did I anticipate this act of kindness.

Kai takes Gerda’s face in his hands and leans down to kiss her gently on the forehead. “You’re far too good for me, Gerda,” he says, embracing her. He turns her slightly so that he can stare at me over her head. “Very well. For your sake, Gerda, I’ll stay and assist Thyra with the mirror. But as soon as that task is done we leave.” He pushes the girl back, still holding onto her shoulders. “We go home, Gerda. Back to our village. Back where we belong, where we should stay.”

Gerda nods and lays her head on his chest. “Oh, I am glad, Kai. I doubted you for a little while, I admit, but deep down I was sure you were still the person I’ve always known and loved.”

“Of course,” replies Kai in a tone that inspires nothing but trust.

Gerda, hugging him, can only hear his words. I can see his face. Defeat is stamped upon his thinned lips; despair haunts his eyes. I meet his gaze and hold it.

I understand, I tell him without speaking any words. You stand in that moment when all your hopes and aspirations melt to nothingness. The second when every dream dies.

I haven’t reached that moment yet, but it’s rushing toward me. It lies in wait, ready to pounce—at midnight on my eighteenth birthday.

Kai lifts Gerda’s hands and presses a kiss into each of her palms. “Go now, my friend. Thyra and I must resume our work.” He glances over at me. “Would you send Luki with her, to keep the wraiths at bay?”

I nod and kneel down to whisper my instructions in the wolf’s ear. Luki licks my hand once before trotting to Gerda’s side. “Watch over her,” I remind him as he leads the girl from the Great Hall.