Just as Tristen's Ice blade was piercing Bob's chest, scattering his bread salad everywhere, on the other side of the world…
Sally sat in her perfect, Queenly house.
We describe it as a house, but in reality, most people would have regarded it as a palace.
Set on the waterfront on a pristine 250000 square feet of arable, fertile land, replete with multiple helicopter pads and a private runway,
this was the secondary residence, a home away from home, of the Sallysons where Sally could commute a little closer to school and be at her Ice Queenly best.
Currently she was in her study, with all her post grad textbooks and knowledge.
Next door was a room filled entirely with designer handbags purses and clutches, Hermione, LW, Salvatari Ferragomo, Yvette Saint Laurel, Guche, Balansiaga, you name it, it was there shining with a golden glow. Each item was perfectly organized for both form and function, allowing one to see and admire each piece and at the same time, allowing for easy access. She had 3 of each item, one for use if she needed it, one for display, and one for safekeeping.
There were originally some unique one-of-a-kind items, but even so, upon encountering Sally's elegance and Ice Queenly glamour, Channel, a notorious Ice Lady herself who would barely even recognize that Exceptional Erics even existed, (they were like ants), had ordered the artisans to make 2 more for Sally's purposes.
Another room was filled with cute, elegant, queenly, all in all slaying designer dresses, Jimmi Chou, Zimmerwoman, Dulce & Gabriana, Donna Kalan, even Feysal Abdulla, a renowned figure at the Mythical Matthew level, had hand stitched her three Nightingale of the Elegant Promenade dresses, each worth over 37 Million, it was a feast for both the body and the eyes.
Sally, with her perfect figure, had designers lining up to showcase their latest lines, which she had mostly not bothered to reply to since she was busy with various projects, including curing cancer, promoting her own fashion label, Sallé, acting in several Hollywood blockbusters as the Female Lead, and her World Tour promoting her latest ALIA-award winning album, ColdnHot,
[cut to MV]
Cos I'm Coldnhot, yeah coldnhot yeah
What we got is what we got,
Which is definitely quite a lot
If I'm fair
as we walk down the stairs
Toss your hair without a care
the rest of the lyrics I forgot
Outside the hail goes pitter patter
But it doesn't even matter
Cos I'm coldnhot yeah
Coldnhot hot yeah
Coldnhot…
Running out of time
Running out of hope
Betrayed by my friends
Pain and pleasure know no end
Even after all we've been through
Gave you a chance but you said poopoo,
It was too good to be true
Leaving me with no choice
As I cry in my Rolls Royce
I'm Coldnhot yeah
You're Coldnhot yeah… ]
In the MV, Ice Queen Sally is looking out the window of her Rolls Royce, clad in furs, wearing a tiara on top of her elegantly done up hair, her diamond earrings sparkling, catching the sun's rays! The car is parked on a red carpet that has been rolled out halfway down the mountain, starting from the doors of a Huge palace at the Snowy peak; the red 'fire' of the carpet contrasts with the white snow making for a striking scene as the cameras pan around and zoom out, showing a dramatic sky shot red with steaks of gold orange blue and purple, which also reinforces the 'hot' aspects of the lyrics.
In short, Sally's single is friggin fire. 🔥And Ice too ❄️(The joys of a webnovel is being able to use emojis, so why not! Hopefully it makes for a more immersive experience…)
You see, Sally, who rarely opened up her frosty heart to anyone had initially been hurt from Jill's betrayal, and this was a way for her to express her emotions, causing the rest of the World to admire her even more, for being so strong… and so brave.
Yet she had learned.
Realizing that whilst it was true that being brutally honest, few, if any, could measure up to her quality, she realized that her coldness was hurting her Image and her relations. She wanted to have the best of both worlds, to be true to her Ice Queen self, whilst at the same time, actually having friends she could trust.
After deep reflection, she began to reflect on various female figures throughout history, taking all the traits she wanted that seemed beneficial and would enhance her Anti-Rizz Index and at the same time, make her a household darling.
Modelling herself on Figures like Audrey Hepfreeze, Mother Theresita, and Queen Elisa the II, he began to train herself to showcase a dignified, womanly grace that had her subjects in tears at the fact that she would even deign to give them a cursory glance.
As for having friends, she learned to mask her indifference and tried to act nicer.
There is an interesting phenomenon in the girls world. It is a common misconception that girls cannot have true girlfriends, but it is not entirely the truth.
You see, internal competition and b****iness only holds true if a girl feels that she has a chance to compete. At some point, once a Queen's glamour, elegance and genetic quality scale tips so far beyond a certain point, they will actually stop seeing her as a rival, and instead…
As a role model and acknowledge her Queenliness!
This is of course an extremely rare phenomenon, but Sally, with her Marie-Curie-Einstein intellect and Cleopatran EQ, had figured this out and accordingly, this was the adjustment she made after the traumatic experience with Jill and what was later termed in the recorded History as
Ice Queen Sally's Growth pains and the Revolt of the Ice Maidens.
As a result, Sally became the object of admiration, in a league of her own so far above everyone else that the other girls basically became her actual maids and fans, on some occasions even lifting the train of Sally's dress as she walked to avoid it touching the unworthy ground, or fanning her to make sure her mind would operate at her ideal preferred temperature of 19.3 degrees Celsius since she was curing a bunch of previously considered incurable diseases whilst completing her Advanced String Theory assignments and counting their lucky stars that they could even be in the same room and breath the same air as Queen Sally.
And yet, deep down, Sally shivered, still as frozen as ever.
She knew that although she had learned to be gracious, to make people feel like they were the world when they were in her presence, the gaping chasm that separated her from everyone else continued to widen.
*Crack. Crack.*
This was the sound of her Inner Ice expanding.
Try as she might, Sally could not hide the fact that she knew what was happening.
The system counter ticked over to read -10001000.
Her Anti-Rizz Index was increasing.