Scrooge doesn't know and he never can.

Goldie thought as she began to put on her gloves. She was in a small room in her saloon that was the size of a small master bedroom. She peered outside as the lunar eclipse neared them and today would be a perfect night.

She was ready for a night out with a "rival" of hers. Hey it wasn't a a date or anything like that! Just a small talk about what happened in the Artic Circle and she was going to change his mind (hopefully) with beauty and appeal.

She wore her white gown that flowed gracefully on the floor like a waterfall and had white satin gloves, that the most roughest hands would feel safe.

She didn't like the gloves of course. They were annoying and they always get in the way of things of what she was used to do herself.

She sighed as she putted on her left glove. As she tried to reach for her right one, a blast of ice came from her right hand; ice and frost erupted onto her cabinet. From the cabinet, a small vase broke, causing a small flower that was in there and the water to fall. She sighed.

Please no not now!

"Goldie?" a familiar voice rang.

She panicked and began to sit on top of the cabinet. It felt cold and uncomfortable but at least her gown would cover it all up.

Scrooge McDuck came in, for once looking neat. He wore a new white shirt and brown trousers with suspenders.

"Are ya ready yet? Saloon will close and we can have the entire place to ourselves and......" he looked at Goldie.

"Wot are ya doing?" he said.

"Oh nothing. Just sitting around." she laughed and she brought her gloved hand to her chest. "Now how long til the last customer gets out?"

Scrooge shrugged. "A long time apparently," he said in disgust. "It's not just that one. People are coming in for the eclipse."

Goldie groaned. "How much longer."

"Maybe we could do it while they're there. They'll be drunk anyways so it's not like they'll remember." he said.

Goldie thought for a moment. Most people get drunk anyways and they had to leave for the Bermuda Triangle later and she doesn't have time later.

"Fine. Just give me a moment."

Scrooge left and she jumped down and saw that the ice has gotten worse. She clenched her hand into a fist and grabbed her glove and slipped it on. She placed one of her white shirts over the mess.

She looked in the mirror, re did her hair and went down stairs.
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The saloon was full of people and bottles were everywhere. Like scattered and no one even bothered to pick it up.

"Why are people even coming this late? Isn't it too late actually?" Goldie said, throwing a bottle into the trash can, making the glass part shatter. Unknown to her, her power went through the glove and grew ice on it.

"Well isn't that why we're here?" Scrooge said, raising his eyebrow.

"I suppose," she said as she hastily sat down on a chair as Scrooge did the same.

"So what now." Goldie said as she fiddled with a piece of tablecloth.

"Well one is that ya can apologize to me about the whole Artic Circle incident." Scrooge said.

Goldie chuckled softly. She was the cause of the whole incident but he didn't even know. But it was different from his POV and hers.

It was cold and windy on the Artic Circle. A blast of wind gushed through Goldie's face as she felt her hand give a small blast of ice out of her palm.

She gritted her teeth as she looked back. Scrooge was holding a map and reached an arm up to shield his eyes as another blast came through.

"It's too strong! We can't manage to find the ice mines here! We have ta find shelter!" he yelled.

Goldie felt something colder than the harsh winds slapping her face. She lifted of her backpack and found ice on the back.

It was Scrooge's and he knows when something is done to his stuff, Goldie is the one to blame. Even if she didn't do it.

"Goldie!" he yelled as he didn't see her.

She looked around, she couldn't see Scrooge either. She can't shout or anything. The roar of the wind could drown out any noise. It was dead cold and freezing even more. Especially with ice powers like her.

She needed to get those crystals before he does. She sighed.

"Sorry Scrooge. The crystal mines are mine."

She stomped her foot and let all her raging magic swirl out.

Ice pricked across the ice they were one. She caught a gust of wind and began to make it swirl around her. Little by little, she managed to make a blizzard so strong, that it was blinding to see and it will be days before he see again.

Scrooge fell back as the blizzard covered him into a deep pile of snow. Layers and layers deep. It was impossible to get out of. He grumbled as he spent the entire day, just digging his way out. Along the way, he suffered and raging fever and frostbite.

By the time she got to him, which was hours later, he was raging hot, like dessert hot, shivering like there was no tomorrow, and barely even talked due to lack of voice.

She tried to nurse him back to health but he was so stubborn. Too stubborn that she had to toddler feed him but to her, which was shoving his beak open and forcing it down his throat while he gagged on it.

He couldn't forgive or forget for this matter.

"Hey it wasn't my fault you were stuck under a layer of snow." Goldie protested.

"Ya were with me the entire time!" he said, reaching his hands out.

"Oh come on Scrooge, it's....."

"Just a "little" adventure. Goldie Ah could have been killed! Ah almost died when ya forced me ta eat!"

"I just shoved it down your throat." she said, crossing her arms.

"Not helpful." Scrooge said, among gritted teeth.

"Well I can't save your tail everytime we go on adventure." she said.

Scrooge banged his hands on the table, which startled Goldie for a minute but calmed herself down. He took a deep, but angry and shaky breath.

"Ah can't stand it O'Gilt! Ah can't stand ya backstabbing me behind me back! Ah can't stand about your ways! Ah can't do this anymore!" he yelled, his face turning a deep shade of red.

Apparently, the yell was loud and clear among the people in the saloon. Dancers stopped their routines that got them money, men stopped pouring in money in poker and solitaire, and people who were just there to enjoy themselves all looked to stare at the two, boiling with anger and angst.

"It's not my problem.you can't keep up with me McDuck!" she said, her voice lowering to a deep level that even the devil can't achieve.

"Goldie ya always leave me and abandon me fer dead. Don't you see anything here! Ya leave people in the time they need it most." he said.

Goldie huffed as she tried to leave but Scrooge managed to grab her hand. Instead of the hand he anticipated to grab, a silky, white glove was in it's place. When Goldie saw her bear, non gloved hand, she gasped.

"Give me my glove!" she said but Scrooge was not going easily.

"Goldie please! Ah can't do this anymore! Ah can't stand people stabbing me in the back!"

Goldie's bright green eyes met his at the slightest distance. It met his dark black eyes. A plea for something from Goldie. Help and love. She broke that gaze as it was replaced by anger and fire.

"Then leave. I don't care where you go or whom you speak. If you don't want to be here then go. Goodbye Scroogey." she said as she gave a small nod to herself and began to walk out of the saloon.

Scrooge was left flabbergasted. Why was she not so remorseful for any actions she has done? What was she up to? What has he done to her? Was it just a lady thing he doesn't know?

"Wot have Ah ever done with ya Goldie girl!" he yelled.

"Shut up Scrooge, we're making a huge scene here!" Goldie muttered as she held onto her ungloved hand. She felt strong emotions that she didn't know ladies ever had. She can't show it.

"No why! Wot happened? Why all a sudden why are ya like this? Why aren't ya remorseful to anything ya did? Why are ya taking it out on me?"

Goldie's eyes shrank as she clutched her hand. She can't take it anymore. Scrooge had just set off her last straw.

"I said shut up Scrooge!" she yelled as, not remembering her powers, a huge blast of ice came from her hand. Scrooge and some bystanders backed away from the Ice Queen of Dawson.

Goldie began to clutch her hand in fear. Scrooge looked at her. He noticed her eyes were huge and in fear.

"Goldie?" he managed to choke out.

She gave a small gasp and ran out the saloon. Her feet ached as her heels began to slow her down and made small prints in earth below her.

All she knew, that she forgot, it was a full lunar eclipse outside. People cheered as the eclipse went to its full peak.

Cheers erupted everywhere like at a football game when it's a tie and one is going to make the final touchdown.

"Goldie wait!" Scrooge cried as he tried to catch up to her.

"Please Scroogey! Stay away from me! Go away!" she said and a blast of ice came through and ice erupted from the ground.

His eyes widened as he began to duck and jump out of the ice's way, hitting the ground with a huge thump and earning himself a bruise.

She gasped as it nearly hit Scrooge. People were yelling at the beau and screaming.

"Scary! Monster! The Devil. The Ice Queen of Dawson."

She began to run down the dirt road as small flickers of ice were everywhere.

"Goldie!" Scrooge yelled but she kept running. Ignoring the voice and paying attention to the roaring winds.

Scrooge began after her, one way after another. He kept repeating her name over and over but nothing would make her change her mind.

Usually, they'd both love a bit of adventure and daring action but for Goldie, for once, it was too dangerous for any of them to handle themselves.

Goldie came near a huge river as she looked around. It looked like there was no other way round besides crossing it for another 10 mile radius.

She began to make a jump for it, letting her body bear the icy, shattering water. Surprisingly, nothing happened. She turned to see that ice had surrounded her like a small militia.

She took another step into the river and again, gave her another path to cross. She looked around to see Dawson. A home full of memories and joy in the Gold Rush. Not anymore.

She shook her head and ran across it, leaving a trail of ice behind. She can't and won't look back of everything she had caused.

"Goldie!" he yelled. Scrooge began to slip and tumble onto the ice and landed face first.

He vision was blurred but he could see, in his mind, a clear visual of Goldie running towards hills and mountain tops around Dawson.

He stood up and looked around. Goldie was no where to be found.

He felt a small snowflake on his bill, cold yet soft like. Like a chilly December day only it wasn't December at all. It was May.

"There's snow everywhere on an eclipse!" one yelled as they pointed towards the sky.

People swarmed and began to panic. A rage erupted from the crowd as some people began to punch each other, blood oozing from their noses or mouths.

"Glittering Goldie cursed us all!" another yelled.

Scrooge looked at the madness. Of course it was snowing. Of course Goldie was the cause of it but why does this have to ascend into anarchy?

Scrooge felt a huge rush of cold wind. Yes he felt many harsh winters before. In Scotland and here in America but this was longer and harder.

He felt snow brush like a paintbrush, soft but rough upon his whiskers and ice beginning to form on the grass. People tumbled as the ice began to be slippery and harder to walk on.

One miner came up and yelled. "Are we going to let this winter happen because of a woman? No! Lets get that Ice Queen and destroy her!"

People in the crowd cheered as they carefully, went towards homes and brought out spears, guns, and torches. Along with the blankets and coats as well.

Scrooge looked at the people and back to Goldie. Of course he can't let them kill her. She'd kill them first before they knew it. She was Goldie O'Gilt after all but who knows what might happen if she didn't.

Scrooge knew one thing. He had to get to Goldie himself before everyone in Dawson did.
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Pick Ax..... Check. Coat..... Check..... Food..... Check.

Scrooge hastily put as many essentials as he could in a small pack that he has. He always used it for any adventure he goes on.

Only he doesn't even know where is he going. She could be anywhere in the mountains.

"Ah gotta find her before anyone else does. What does she always say to me? You're Scrooge McDuck!"

He settled off for the cold, dead climate and settled off.
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It was harder than he thought. Trees were caked with snow like icing on pastries and dripping with hanging icicles on each end of their branches.

"Goldie!" he yelled as he struggled in the snow a bit more.

"Come out wherever yer are! Look Ah'm sorry and Ah didn't mean to cause this but come on out!"

He tripped down a small ice path and took a tumble down a hill and bumped into a tree. Snow began to fall onto him.

"Curse me kilts." he muttered as he brushed off the snow on his shoulders. He looked down to see small gloves.

They were the exact same gloves Goldie wore when they last saw each other.

Now to notice, she didn't have any coats, warm furs, food or anything but she was trained by him so she might be fine on her own.

What was he thinking! He can't just leave her like that! That's like if he was bad as she was.

Scrooge pocketed the gloves. Underneath the gloves, was a small ice trail. Scrooge brushed it and the trail of ice was thicker and lighter.

He brought out his pick ax and made a small trail on the ice to remind him what to follow if he ever got lost.

Hours later

Evening began to settle in as he still followed the ice trail. It was getting darker and colder every step he took.

He sneezed as ice began to hang from his beak. He yanked them off and began to find a small cave where he could settle for.

He stopped in his tracks to hear singing. Not any ordinary singing but a voice that can outshine all of Dawson itself.

He turned around the corner and what his eyes saw can't regain to his reality.

In reality, there was a huge ice mansion around these parts. Neat structure was used. It was solid and can hold nearly 1000 people.

Ice covered the top and bottom layers. Even small decals made some appearances.

He gaped in awe. A structure that can never be recreated ever. He came to the front steps of the mansion. He hesitated. He wasn't sure what to do anymore.

He gave a small knock and surprisingly, the door was open. He took a shuddering breath and walked inside.

The inside was nothing compared to the outside part of it. A chandelier hung down towards the floor and a grand staircase was on each side.

"Bless me bagpipes. Goldie what have ye made?"

"Scrooge?"

Goldie came up in her outfit from earlier but it was more slender. It was a pale shade of white and blue combined. Her hair was done in a flowing ponytail with small crystals embedded in it. Small ice earrings hung from her ears.

Scrooge took a small gulp from seeing Goldie like this. Can her magic do this too?

"Goldie!" he managed to sputter out. "Ya look.... Different. And this.... It's beyond words Goldie girl."

She smirked. "Thanks. I never knew what I could ever do."

She rose up a few stairs to keeps a safe distance but Scrooge also came up.

"Look from wot happened back at..."

"No no," she said. "It was mine. I shouldn't have bursted out like that." she rubbed her hands. Ice began to spark up. "You should leave."

"Ah came here fer a reason O'Gilt. I didn't freeze me tail off, almost got frostbite, and could have died and not came here at all." he said.

"Please just leave." she said.

"No Goldie. Like Ae said. Ah came here fer a reason. We're both going back ta Dawson and we're gonna fix this!"

"We're?" Goldie said, arching an eyebrow at him. "What power do you have to stop all of this!"

Scrooge ran up to her. They both stood feet apart.

"Ah said we have to leave. We can fix this." he whispered.

"Oh believe me. It's not that bad....."

"Goldie people are rioting." he interrupted.

"What?" she said as she took a step back. Her back was against the wall as Scrooge came closer. "It's cold and freezing. People are beginning to hunt you down and to kill you to stop it."

He began to try to hold her wrist but she took it behind her back.

"Please make it stop." he whispered as he stroked her cheek.

Goldie looked up at him. He was pleading for an answer for something. She broke that gaze.

"I can't. I don't know how." she finally said.

"If ye can leave me for dead in a dessert, leave me in the Artic Circle and navigate the Atlantic, ya can unfreeze a while city."

She went out of his lock and pushed him. "I can't McDuck. Leave now. I don't want to hurt you. No matter how hard I broke your heart, you have to leave. Go somewhere else, find a new girl. Someone better than me."

He couldn't believe his ears. Of all the words she could have said, she had said them.

His face turned to more anger. "Ah'm not leaving ye ta die Goldie. Yer coming with me whether ye like it or not."

She shook her head. She ran up the stairs. Scrooge wasn't going down with a fight. Goldie ran faster until she was cornered into a room.

"Come on please! Come back home!"

Dawson was no longer home to her. She was now an outcast; exile.

I'm such a fool. I can never be free from this.

"O'Gilt please unfreeze Dawson."

She clenched her hand. Not again.

"I can't okay!" she yelled.

A blast of ice came from the palm of her hand and went around the room. One blast came at Scrooge and aimed it in the center of his chest, on his heart.

He took a groan of pain and collapsed onto the floor. He clutched his heart as there was a slight cold jab but it was shook off.

Goldie gasped as she came down towards Scrooge.

"Scrooge?" she said as she looked at the duck on the floor.

"Ae'm fine. Just a small scrape that's all."

"No your hurt. You have to leave now." she whispered.

Before Scrooge got a chance to argue, the ice door was knocked down and an angry mob of people were there, cold and angry.

"Get her!" one screamed as they began near the Ice Queen.

Goldie panicked and left Scrooge on the floor, cold and alone. Everyone ignored him as they began up the stairs.

Scrooge felt a shudder of cold air in his body. He saw ice appear on his whiskers and cold air leave his mouth. He began to shake it off but he fell to the floor as another rush of ice took him over. He wasn't over just yet. He began to climb the stairs despite if he freezes.

Goldie rushed up the stairs until she was on the last floor. Two men with guns and a mob came at her. One shot at her but an ice crystal blocked its path.

She looked up and saw that another began to fire. With a flick of her wrist, she began to raise another crystal up to her aid.

It continued as the grudge against gun and crystal continued. As one began to fire again, she raised another crystal until he got his back to the wall and a crystal was at his throat.

The other tried to aim but she raised another one and it began to push out towards the end of the mansion.

The mob stood there in horror as their men began to fall. Scrooge made his final way up the stairs and saw Goldie fighting for herself.

"Goldie...." he said in a faint whisper as ice formed on his hands, making it impossible to move his hands.

Even though the mob didn't hear it, Goldie did. She stopped everything, the crystals and ice and everything. Even the mob stopped to see what's happening.

"Oh my god Scrooge." she said in a faint whisper as she saw Scrooge looking pale and weak.

Time seemed to stop as Scrooge's eye lids fell heavy and walked slower. She ran to him as he began to fall down onto the icy floor.

"Scrooge?" she whispered as she felt his breath slow down and tears formed in her eyes.

"Take care of yerself Goldie girl. Stop the winter please. For.....me........"

One of the gunman lifted his pistol and aimed it at Goldie. With the last of his strength, he lifted himself up and make a barrier between Goldie.

A shade of icy blue formed around Scrooge's entire body and turned him to icy stone. The bullet hit him and it ricochet off him. Air came out of his beak as his eyes were glued with salvation.

Goldie gasped as she came to his aid.

"Scrooge.... Please no...." she said as she held hsi frozen face. She took a shuddering breath. "No....." she sobbed as the only thing that made her happy was gone.

Everyone went quiet. No one said a word as they saw the lady distraught.

It was like the for what seemed like a long time that it went on. Out of the blue, a warm glow came from the frozen duck. He shook himself free from his ice as it went away.

Goldie stopped sobbing as she saw Scrooge there, giving a cheeky smile.

He wiped the running makeup on her face.

"Don't you dare scare me like that again." she said as she shook him. "You hear me?"

"Okay okay!" he said as she squeezed him.

"But why did you do that? After all I did.... You must hate me." she said.

He smiled. "Ah love ya."

Goldie looked up. Small pieces of ice came back to her palm. "Love." she whispered.

There had been many types of love in her life but this type of love made her feel affection and cared for.

She ran outside with Scrooge behind her and the entire crowd behind her.

On the outside, snow and ice began to float into mid-air, rising above. Flowers and streams began to move again and warm air came to a rush.

All of the ice and snow came into the shape of a snowflake and with a flick of her wrist, it scattered away, like salt dissolving.

She turned around to look at Scrooge. "Ya did it." he said. "Ah knew ye....."

She smacked her lips against his. He was taken aback but returned the kiss. Everyone whooped and cheered as they saw the couple kis

"Thanks." she said as she took his hand and went back to Dawson.