Zelgadis walked slowly, kicking the occasional stone or clump of snow. What's wrong with me? he pondered futily, What is it that i'm missing? What is it that i yearn for?
"What is that?" he asked out loud as he spied a streak of crimson burried beneath some snowy earth. Curious, he went over to investigate the brilliant swatch of colour and upon closer examination discovered it to be the firey tresses of a very injured, unconsious human. Hurridly, he freed the trapped person from the cold, frozen dirt. He brushed the filthy snow from the prone figure, distressed to see crimson stains upon its clothing.
"Poor thing. Fear not, mother will help you." he whispered, gently, as he picked up the red headed girl carefully in his arms, and carried her back to his home. The urgency of his mission had whiped away all traces of the lost yearning and dispare in his soul, without him even noticing.
The Snow Queen was startled by her son's noisey, and abrupt, entrance. She was doubly surprised to see him carrying a half-dead human girl in his arms as well.
"Mother! Please mother you must help her!" Zelgadis pleaded, urgency and fear straining his vocal cords like never before. "I found her... she's very hurt... please mother, hurry!"
"Calm yourself my prince-ling." She bade him, collecting her scattered senses, "bring the creature to me and i shall see what can be done."
"Thank you, mother." zelgadis said, his voice dieing as the bleeding female was taken from his grasp to lie upon the floor before the queen.
She pealed back the layers of torn clothing, revealing the white supple skin of the wounded girl. Zelgadis' face burned with his first pink blush, though his eyes drank in the the sight of every soft curve, greedily. She tisked over the torn fleash, wincing at the pain it must have caused the human child.
"She will heal best in a crystal of holy quartz, my son." she diagnosed. "Find me the stone i seek, clear and pure like a virgin diamond. I will handle the rest."
Jumping, guiltily to his feet, he rushed to fullfill her comand. The queen supressed a grin at her offspring's peculiar actions and completed the disrobing of her patient. Breathing her arctic breath upon the wounds to help prepare them for the healing process ahead, she stopped the sluggish blood flow down to a trickling stop. With a wave of her her hands, the girl's body rose up and followed as the queen lead the way. You, young thing, are going to prove to be quite entertaining she mused, a cool calculating smile spreading across her cold, smooth face.