Frost came out of his panting mouth, all signs of his human warmth long gone, just as the warm spring breezes he used to remember. He didn't feel guilt or anger for what he did to his once friend just a few moments ago. In fact, he felt nothing, not now and not during their fight, nothing except disdain towards the prince. He really thought that he could waltz in here and bring him back to the castle like he didn't banish him because of a simple kiss? Hah! There is no way Marco will continue to let that spoiled brat trample over him time and time again, treating him like one of his mindless servants! Who does he think he is, king of Mewni?! 

Whilst he stood there, in the now snow covered meadow, two pairs of glowing eyes watched gleefully from the marsh as the final flower froze over on the cold clearing. 

"Impressive work, Willow. To create a monster in under two weeks like that, not even my queen can do that!" Balrog whispered happily to his old friend, his eyes never separating from Marco as he stood motionless, frozen in time.

"Monster? Now come on 3B, don't be so cruel to him! I'd never invest so much of my time into him if he were to just be a monster!" She replied in a mockingly offended tone, smirking as she glided deeper into the willows, her demon friend following after with an identical expression on his face. They abandoned Marco for now, focusing on each other as the winds raged around the peaceful forest.

" He is definitely no human anymore, now is he?" He mocked, crossing his long limbs over his small chest as they reached the end of the frozen water, daring not to step in as Willow simply crossed over, deciding to sit down on a nearby root poking out of the clear depth. 

"Yes, that is true! Well then, you can call him a prince reborn, ready to save his beloved queen! How does that sound? I might even give him a fetching crown!" She chuckled, leaning back on the tree trunk as she waved her hand around, making the thin leaves move with a slight breeze. 

"Oh my, the mighty Ice Witch, Guardian of Cold Eternal, keeper of a thousand secrets, making heroic princes? What can a demon say to this shocking act of kindness?"

She just shrugged innocently and landed down on the smooth water surface with swan-like grace, her dark velvet lips stretched into a smile. She quietly cleared her throat and bowed in front of Balrog, humming a silent tune before springing back up in a dazzling pirouette, her silky dress swaying around her.

"I admit that in the past I've been a nasty. They weren't kidding when they called me, well a witch." She grinned as he laughed, playing along with her routine and humming the tune as he bowed a deep bow.

"But you'll find that nowadays I've mended all my ways, repented, seen the light and made a switch! True?"

"Yes." He snickered.

"And I fortunately know a little magic. It's a talent that I always have possessed. And here lately, please don't laugh! I use it on behalf..."  She swirled the water under her with her feet, and images of Marco started popping up, all from before, back when he was in his crippled state.

"...Of the miserable, lonely and depressed." 

"Pathetic." Balrog spat at the water, but the images remained untouched.

"Now now! Here comes the important part!" Willow tried to scold, but her continuous giggles made it much harder.

"Poor unfortunate soul! In pain, in need! He is longing to get stronger, he wants to get the girl and do I help him?"

"Yes, indeed!" The images started to shift to the present Marco, cold, calculative and merciless.

"That poor unfortunate soul! So sad, so true! You brought him to my temple crying spells, Velvet, please! And I help him!"

"Yes you do." 

"Now when I happen to be nice, others pay a price! And I'm afraid he'll never reach his goal!" She fell to her knees, her hair covering her face for a second before she looked up at the cloudy sky, her smile still as present as ever.

"Yes I've had the odd restraint, but on the whole I'm ready to taint!"

"Yes?" He leaned closer to her, his tall frame leaning over the water as she laughed out loud, breaking the usual calm and quiet surrounding her.

"Taint his poor unfortunate soul!"

"Ah Willow, I can't believe we actually found someone as strong as Marco! It's even more remarkable that he's human! Finally some luck your way." Balrog sat down on the bank, still smiling but seemingly perfectly calm, looking at the witch as she fixed her unruly hair and froze the surface of the water, sitting down Buddha style.

"It's about time, don't you think? It was a long winter, my friend." He sighed when her face finally dropped the confident smile.

"Three hundred and sixty seven years long. Three hundred plus years of watching happiness miss my address." She muttered in her husky voice, her eyes growing colder and colder.

" The first three hundred were the worst. Pain, confusion, regret, learning, new identity. Memories that refuse to die and power that refuses to come alive." She looked down to the ice beneath her, her face not showing emotion, looking eerily similar to Marco's. 

" The best were the people who told me my feelings are not long-term. They were never real, they were in my head, they couldn't hurt me if I could get up and make my bed every morning." She lied down on her back and looked  at the willow above her, narrowing her eyes as the branches suddenly became deathly still.

"Is that right? What do you think, Balrog? Are emotions really that fictional?"

"Three hundred years of emotion definitely aren't, Willow." He replied, losing his smirk as well as she continued to look up at the drooping canopy of the willows, shivering as he saw frost form on the ice.

"Really? What if they last thirty? Or three? Or three months? Does that make them fiction?" She questioned her friend, gazing in his direction as if she could see him in the dimming light.

"I-I don't know, Velvet. I never had emotions like those." He stuttered a bit, feeling the cold rising with every breath he took.

"Yes, just like they didn't, and they still wanted to help. How...Charming." She snickered a bit, but this was nothing like her chuckles just minutes before. This was cold, joyless, not even menacing. Just...cold. She sat up with her knees to her chest, gazing at Balrog with an almost predatory look.

" Those three centuries were bad, but nothing compared to the sixty that followed suit." She folded her legs underneath her, straightening her back as she pulled her back in a messy bun.

"Cool, bold, precise. Emotionless to the eyes, painful to the touch. Only one worth of this prison. Quite lovely, don't you think?" She craned her head, a few strands of her red hair falling out of the bun.

Balrog could feel his limbs slowly being taken by ice, his eyes forcefully focused on her, a small smirk forming on her lips once more.

"Y-y-yess..." He hissed through his teeth, the pain in his arms tingling all the way to his spine.

"Yes. Yes indeed." She stood up and walked slowly to him, her hands behind her back and the strands on her forehead dancing with each step.

"As for the last seven...You know what I'm talking about." She was inches from him, gazing down with a look that could kill, as if despising his very existence. she lowered herself to her knees, bending down to whisper in his pointed ear:

"I'll make him into a disease, my old friend. Nasty, vial, disgusting. Positively delicious." Her cold breath fanned his cheek as she chuckled loudly, gripping his shoulders tightly and looking him in the eyes.

"It's not my cold eternal that fuels that infection that's soon to spread. It's fire, his damned hellfire ready to burn out, chained up by his new power! I can't wait, Balrog, I simply can't hold my excitement a year more!" Her bun fell apart completely and she laughed in his face, freezing the rest of his body. All he could do is watch as she leaned in closer and whispered:

"I'll make him destroy so much more than Mewni and the Underworld...He will bring back what was stolen from me, even if that meant infecting father Time himself!"

She stroked his bald head gently, kissing his forehead as she whispered in a baby-like voice:

"Oh I know you hate it as much as I do, but we have to wait just a little more! Now, don't be a stranger B3, come visit sometime! Now take your princey back to Mewni so my Marco can rest. Oh, and send my kisses to the Priest, darling!"

She placed two more kisses on each of his cheeks and knocked him over, making him disappear into the frigid night together with the carriage and a knocked out Tom.

"Marco! Come to the temple, it's time for a new session!" She yelled to the trees before casually strolling back to the temple in the middle of the Marshes, a red figure following closely behind.

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And this chapter is done as well! This was a different format of chapter, they are not usually dialogue heavy and don't contain just one scene, so some feedback about this type of chapter is greatly appreciated.

Also, what do you think about Willow? Is she a good character? Is she well written?

Did you notice the two Disney references in there? Since SVTFOE is a Disney show I thought I might put in a couple of them here and there.

That is all from me for now! See you soon (hopefully)!

OceanFury