Two years later.

The reign of a White Queen continued no matter what happened. Nobody could takw down the ruthless ice queen that never allowed herself to be touched with any single emotion. Maybe our emotions were weakness, maybe humans were so weak allowing themselves to be consumed by the feeling ans bounding themselves to people they loved. Everything the people did for their loved ones seemed so foolish to Brynhildr now, she simply couldn't understand that. But at the same time she envied them, because she was so empty, so shallow, deep inside she felt anger and raging sorrow. Her heart and soul were composed of the most beautiful emotions that she cherished when she was still able to do so, but now she only wished she could feel something, even if it was a pain, she wouldn't mind it, she would embrace it and allow herself to be lost in it.

Ivsr contained to visit her so often, trying to provoke the emotions out of her, but it all seemed like a maze of an endless torture and he was slowly losing his hope that he will ever be able to reach to this woman again. But still, he didn't want to fall in love with anyone else, he couldn't, Brynhildr was start of his new life, and she was also going to be an end of it and he couldn't change that no matter what he done. He already forgave her for everything and he was just waiting for her to be able to love him again.

Ivar focused on setting his brother Bjorn snd his wives free from Brynhildr's dungeon. He managed to do so and send them to Kiev. It wasn't because he loved his brother, but because he was afraid that Bjorn's rage will destroy her, and that somehow, he will find a way to kill Brynhildr, and Ivar still, no matter what wanted to protect his woman.

"Let her go, with frozen heart she will never love you again." Bjorn said to him before he departed to Kiev.

But Bjorn couldn't understand Ivar, he never loved so passionately and desperately like Ivar did, he never committed to just one woman, and Ivar decided to give his whole life to Brynhildr.

People started getting used to the new life, because they knew that they couldn't change it, they were doomed to live in the enteral winter under the ruthless queen. But people have always been an amazing creatures that could find a happiness and beauty in the hard times. Even though their queen was merciless, she still made sure that her people have everything they need for living by conquering the kingdoms around Kattegat and taking their gold and food. She also made sure that the most of farms were free from her ice so that people could live and work there.

They didn't hate Brynhildr, they simply felt sorry for her.

It wasn't a long time before King Harald felt worried about his kingdom, Brynhildr was slowly conquering everything. And unlike his soldiers, Brynhildr wasn't stopped by the winter.

"My queen, the armies of king Harald are seen marching towards Kattegat." The man informed the pale and cold woman that was sitting on the throne with Ivar the Boneless by her side.

"Let him come." Brynhildr said.

"We need to assemble an army, King Harald is a dangerous man." Ivar warned her.

"And I am a dangerous woman and I can assure you Ivar that I am far more dangerous then he is." Brynhildr said getting up from the throne.

"You will lead an army with me Ivar." Brynhildr added before disappearing into her chambers to prepare for the battle that was coming. She wasn't afraid of any man, all this battles were simply amusing her.

Soon they were on the battlefield and the army of King Harald meet with an army of a White Queen, shivering in fear only from her appearance.

"King Harald Finehair, not really a name for the king. What brings you to Kattegat?" Brynhildr asked.

"My queen, you are as beautiful and as cold as people say that you are." King Harald said.

"People talk in front of us what we nobles wish to hear, but behind our backs, they speak the painful truth." Brynhildr answered.

"That is true my queen, but we are not here to talk. I am here to take Kattegat and you know that." Harald said.

How dare this old man to even think about this?

"It's a sin and I will not forgive it."

Ivar stood calmly by Brynhildr's side, ready for a battle because he knee King Harald was a man who was hungry for power, and he didn't like to have a competition.

"And what are you doing here Ivar the Boneless? What is your purpose? Serving a queen with a frozen heart? Expecting that she will love you?" King Harald mocked him.

"That is right King Harald, but you may as well say that I prefer to be on the winning side." Ivar replied.

"You think that I am going to lose?" Harald asked

"I think you are as good as dead." Ivar replied as his lips curved into a smirk.

"We will see about that." King Harald said.

"Very well King Harald. Let's fight then." Brynhildr said.

And so the both armies were ready to fight for survival, and for their leaders. Brynhildr and Ivar were leading the army together, with that, the victory was guaranteed.

The fight against King Harald began but his Vikings were afraid, who are they to fight against such a power? Both Brynhildr and Ivar The Boneless were frightening to them.

Ivar was as always mind of every battle, but also a force that was defending the life of his queen. As long as he was on the battlefield, she was safe. It's no like she needed protection, but he loved to be bu her side.

Brynhildr didn't want to watch her army die, she didn't want to waste her soldiers to King Harald. She raised an ice from the ground and Ivar watched her as she singlehandedly took down at least twenty of Harald's soldiers. Her rage continued and Harald's Vikings were running away from such a cruel fate as ice.

"Surrender, you cannot win!" Ivar said as he reached Harald.

"She is a monster Ivar. How can you serve such a queen?" Harald asked.

"I like strong woman." Ivar replied.

"King Harald Finehair! Do you accept your defeat?!" Brynhildr asked as she walked towards him. The battle stopped and nobody dared to be in her wy as she walked.

"I do. You are my queen. My lands are yours." King Harald said. He didn't want to lose his life to her, not like this, not yet. In his mind Harald hated that he was so easily overthrown by this woman, but he couldn't fight her. The time when her hear will melt will come someday. He will patiently wait for it to happen, then she will become weaker and he will raise again.

"Then you are no more king." Brynhildr said with a smirk.

"And you just became a queen of whole Norway..." Ivar whispered.

"That is right Ivar the Boneless.I am the queen of whole Norway. " Brynhildr said.

That night the feast was prepared for everyone. For the first time after two years, the joy and singing was heard in her great hall. Everyone admired their queen and the way she leaded them so fearlessly into the battle. But the queen was not there to listen to the stories of Vikings, not there to celebrate her victory and becoming the queen of the whole Norway. Harald was one of her guests at the feast, he was no longer a king, but Brynhildr chose to keep him alive because there are people who still love him, and she might need to use that. If he decided to turn against her, she will know, and then he will suffer.

Brynhildr didn't feel any joy, she simply felt like she was losing her purpose.

She had a whole Norway on knees but what now?

Perhaps the joy wasn't so nice now when she didn't have anyone to share it with.

Brynhildr was walking around the dark corridor lost in her thought when she stumbled upon Ivar.

"You are not celebrating?" Brynhildr asked.

"I couldn't help but to notice that the queen was missing out her own feast" Ivar answered.

"I don't like feasts."

"Then what do you like?" Ivar asked and she looked away from him.

"You are so empty Brynhildr, you don't feel joy? You don't feel anything and I pity you for that." Ivar said.

"That is a weakness Ivar. I pity you for being weak."

"No, you envy me." Ivar said taking a step towards her.

"Leave me alone."

"You will have to kill me for that." Ivar said and then smirked. "Oh that is right, you can't, there is still something in that frozen heart isn't it Brynhildr? Oh that name sounds so sweet, do you remember how you got it?" Ivar asked.

"That is in past."

"Don't forget your past. It made you who you are now. Perhaps I made you like this and I am sorry for that." Ivar said.

"What do you want?!" Brynhildr yelled with anger.

"I want you." Ivar said touching her cold hand. Brynhildr winced at the warmth of his touch and looked at him. Without a word she walked into her chamber, and Ivar followed her as if he was hypnotised.

As soon as they were inside, Brynhildr kissed his lips, slowly feeling the passion that goddess Skadis didn't decide to take away from her.

Ivar pulled her closer to him kissing her cold lips and warping his arms tightly around her body, feeling like his heart was about to explode from everything he was feeling at the moment.

Lust, passion, love, everything came upon him consuming his spirit so quickly he haven't noticed the coldness of her chambers.

The lovers were lost in the kisses, touches and lust that they were feeling and the clothes that was between them started to dissappear as they moved into a bed.

Brynhildr looked upon Ivar's body full of scars that he gotten in the battles, fighting for her, for his queen, ready to bleed and die for.

Ivar raised her chin up making her look at him instead of the scars and their lips meet again into a passionate kiss and his hands traveled along her body hungrily touching every inch of it, remembering how well she used to fit into his hands.

"You are shivering." Brynhildr whispered.

"I don't mind it." Ivar said.

"I do." Brynhildr answered. She immediately got up from the bed  and Ivar watched her beautiful, naked body roam around the chamber. She made the frost dissappear from the room and lighted the fireplace that was not used for so long.

"That's better." Ivar said with a soft smile on his lips.

She was so beautiful, liked a goddess.

Brynhildr returned into the bed beside him and attacked his lips with lustful kisses once again.

Ivar held her body close, after so long time, it seemed warm once again. He pressed kisses on her neck, collar bone, and slowly on her breasts as well making her moan in pleasure wanting more of him.

Brynhildr was breathless, as her hands gently explored his body like she never saw it before, but he was all hers, and she wanted him in spite all his flaws and imperfections.

Ivar slowly thrusted inside of her groaning at the feeling of her wetness around him and wanting this moment to never end.

The sensation of making love filled the chamber with moans of the lovers who didn't share the intimate moments for so long, Ivar was craving for her body, and it often came into his mind like a painful dream. But now it was a reality and he could finally have her.

Ivar let go inside of her, with a loud groan filling her with sudden warmth and making her body tremble with pleasure.

They laid next to each other breathless from an intense and rough love making.

After so long, they fall asleep next to each other.

Ivar felt so happy he could die.
Brynhildr felt simply pleased and remained silent allowing him to warp his arms around her and fall asleep peacefully.

Hello everyone! I hope you enjoyed reading this chapter! (The irony was that I was freezing when I wrote it)
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