I remember the pain in my heart when Rapunzel shut me out. She banished me. She broke her promise. She betrayed me. She let me suffer alone in the cold. I remember the prison. The torture. What they did to me. A child! How could they let me suffer so much?! I grip the crown.

"You're angry at them. You have every right to be." She says.

"I feel cold." I say.

"Emotions make you weak." Her head goes closer to mine. 

"I don't feel anything." I say.

"So put on the crown." She says.

I nod. I put it on my head. I feel a rush of power enter my veins and my face. It feels good. I turn. I see the cliffs' part. I see something forming. The hillside forms a throne. The mountain breaks. A smile forms on my face.

"A prince needs a throne." She says. 

"A prince? I'm planning on being a king." I step onto the throne.

They will pay for my death. I grip my wound. I'm the undead. I'm the ice. I'm the cold. And I'm the hate. How I hate Corona. It will all be destroyed. I will have my vengeance. All of Corona will be buried under a mountain of ice and snow.