This is a work of fiction intended for
mature readers. The characters, events, and dark holiday elements
depicted within are products of the author’s imagination. Any
resemblance to real persons or events is entirely coincidental.
Vinterland
The Future
Like most members of her family, she was more than one thing.She was formally addressed as Her Majesty the Fourth Ice Queen, Second Annabelle, Ruler of
Vinterland, Heir to the Four Founders.
She was far more comfortable with the legal name from Ohio that she somehow possessed.
Jamie Rebecca O'Rourke-Thomson. Even better was the nickname her mother and aunts and niece and distant mortal cousins from Cincinatti called her by: "Annie". Her Mundane grandmother still called her "Jamie".
There was a great tumult in the archeological dig under the palace, that was stilled by her
arrival.
She looked on the sight, and was chilled to the bone. That should not have been possible. She
was partially descended from a line of ice barbarians. And her human ancestors were no
weeping willows, either. She was in the habit of going for a morning jog through her Realm's icy
subzero mountains wearing a t-shirt, shorts, and tennis shoes. She had never actually felt
unpleasant cold before. Until now.
"Seal this chamber. No one in or out. No communication, save for one. Send the Summoning to
The Three."
An aide stepped forward. Hesitantly. VERY hesitantly.
"To Summon The Three, the Overmother, the Angel of Death...the...Lost One...does this simple
discovery merit such disruption...especially bringing HER-"
"Annie" was gone, for a moment. What was being channeled was something far more
threatening, more primal. There was a voice, like a glacier rumbling. Like that of the First Ice
Lord.
"DO. MY. BIDDING. LITTLE. THING."
The underling was frozen in place. In fear, but also nearly literally so.
The Ice Queen, composing herself, shook her head.
"Weaklings. Becky was right, sometimes you have to do the important shit yourself..."
She pulled out a cellphone and began dialing numbers.
[icequeen04/annie02 calling elfgirl01/becky icequeen03/ma reapergirl01/auntellie]
[icequeen03/ma has entered voicechat]
"Ma, Ma it's me..."
"IT'S ME! MA, TURN YOUR HEARING UP!"
"Yeah, that's better. Yes, I know...MA, I'M SORRY I MISSED THE MORNING CALL!"
"Just...shut up for a minute, OK? This is IMPOR-"
[reapergirl01/auntellie has entered voicechat]
"Aunt Ellie, oh, thank Frieda. Listen, something has been found. I need you to get Ma and Becky
here, as quick as you possibly can..."
"She hasn't turned her phone on in days? Oh, for - let me think for minute..."
"OK. It's not Tuesday, so she's not at her support group, and it's not Friday, so she's not at the
therapist. She's probably out watching trains somewhere and doesn't want to be bothered. Or
she found a Gingerbread-only restaurant, somehow, and ate herself into a stupor. OR, she
found a bunch of elf fetishists and they're all shacked up somewhere. Oh, god..."
"PLEASE let it not be some unholy combination of all three, please..."
"Ok...Ok I'm calm. Just do your best. I'm really freaked out by this..."
She looked up at the wall. There was a sheet of what looked like translucent ice. Behind it,a
young girl was suspended in a glowing blue field. And there were floating symbols of light. They
read:
OVERBEING V.2
CODENAME: SNOWFALL
The Belfana: A BeGee the Elf Adventure Index
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Belfana: A BeGee the Elf Adventure
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