I make an icicle appear and grab it before it stops levitating over my stretched out palm. As the cold blue light fades away from my fingertips, I throw the sharp piece of ice at the wall. It sticks itself right into the large picture of my parents I printed out and stuck to my bedroom wall. Anyone who would see this would be horrified, I guess. They'd ask themselves how a picture-perfect daughter like me could commit such an act of vandalism. But anyone who would know me knows it isn't smart to question my decisions and feelings. The hatred I feel for my parents, towards my mother in particular, isn't a one-way thing. They dislike me almost as much as they despise fire and Cinderella.

The only sibling I acknowledge is my twin brother, Ice. It truly is a very original name for the son of the Frozen Kingdom's king. Well, Frozen Kingdom, Coldness Realm, Land of Eternal Snow... The names given to our territory are as endless as the freezing winter weather. We live in The Other World. Anyways, that's how I call it. Every legend, fairy tale or myth, anything that a large proportion of humans believes in or knows, it exists here. The characters, the places... They live in an infinite void, separated by their story lines. Of course, we can travel from place to place, but most will stay where they were born. As for aging, we don't really unless we go to Earth. The only way to access Earth, except if you have the power to teleport, is with special sceptres made out of polished fairy bones and fragments of angel wings. I look like I'm around 16 to 19 human years old, but I'm actually... 65 years old. It's not that weird if you really think about it. For a long time. At least during five minutes.

Our father is known for two things: being the absolute ruler of everything cold and hooking up with every villain that gave him a chance through his miserable life. A trait my twin seems to have inherited, although he has slightly more standards and doesn't stick with villains. Our mother is none other than Drizella Tremaine, the eldest daughter of the famous Lady Tremaine, from the even more famous story of Cinderella. She is the only one of Father's girlfriends to have stayed by his side after becoming pregnant. They got married in secret and she lives with him. Incredibly touching, I know. The world doesn't know who our mother is, but we know too well. At least, I can say I know her too well. My parents worship Ice, he's the favourite child since the night we were born. I'm the black sheep, the unwanted and unplanned one. All because of that stupid curse. Father and Mother had, and still have, an astonishing number of enemies, all more powerful one than another. To this day, my brother and I still don't know who cursed us that night as we slept peacefully in our matching ice cribs. Apparently, the curse was meant for me, something about a vision or prophecy of some sort whoever cursed us knew about. Destiny decided that it would malfunction and the curse was cast on both of us. Another problem in this whole situation is that we only know what the second part of the curse does. We absolutely don't know what the first half did to us. So, we live every day in fear, even after all this time we never really forget we bear some awful catastrophe waiting to come out.

Mother is old-fashioned in every way possible and Father, ironically enough, cares a lot about appearances. More than he should, in my opinion. I mean, every living being of The Other World already hates him. Villains, gods, demons, heroes, talking mushrooms, fairies, vampires... Name it. No one likes him apart from Drizella and Ice. Because of his whole obsession with seeming like a perfect villain family, they send us to high school. Not any school, of course, but they still could've gotten us private teachers or something. It's the most prestigious establishment for teenagers of The Other World. You must be royalty or have very powerful relatives to attend classes there and it's actually on Earth. I don't know where exactly, Father gave us Teleportation Sceptres and we just picture the building in our heads to get to it. It was created with a very ancient powerful spell to make it infinitely big. The castle has a special hallway, the New Way is what it's called. Every time someone crosses the hallway, they find themselves in another version of the school.

Ice and I took a short break from high school, Mother wanted us to meet another wizard that supposedly knew a possible cure for the curse. He, without a doubt, failed miserably and humiliated himself. Afterwards, like every single time, Father requested that I execute him in punishment. I refused and stormed out of the throne room to lock myself up in here. I'm sick and tired of Mother and him pressuring me to be an "evil princess". I don't want to end up like them. I have strong loner tendencies, but I still dislike being hated simply because of my family ties.

The main reason I push everyone who'd attempt to befriend me is because I'm horribly afraid of hurting people I end up caring about. The curse makes our powers dangerously unbalanced and we don't know what the second fragment will do to us when it activates. My twin and I have the Winter King's abilities: creating and controlling anything cold in temperature, telepathy and mind-reading, along with growing wings to fly. My brother's powers are alarmingly strong and the slightest hint of trouble can make him a deadly menace in seconds. In contrast, mine entirely depend on my emotions. When I'm calm and relatively happy, I can have difficulty making an ice cube while I could make an enormous skating rink out of the Pacific Ocean if I got angry. Also, we're strangely part-dragon, we supposed it was a secondary effect of the curse, but who knows? I now realize that's not the first strange thing that comes to mind about us, too...

I throw three more ice spikes simultaneously at the picture and a loud banging on my bedroom door makes me jump.

     " Diamond..! Let me in! " I sigh and make another, sharper and longer, icicle.

     " No way, I know Father sent you! I'm not a freaking murderer, Ice! " I grab my projectile.

     " He didn't! You're being so childish, sis! " I throw it and it goes halfway through the ice door. I hear my brother swear on the other side of it, then he punches my door open. I scoff.

     " Who's being childish now? I would have opened it... " He walks in.

     "I'm not patient. " He waits to think, then adds. " I'll kill the guy if you want me to, but if you ever want them to like you more, you should just do what they tell you to. "

     " Says the guy who got expelled six times last year. "

     " I meant when we live with them... And it was only five times. "

     " We could just send him back to his realm, he probably has a family of his own! "

     " Like you care about that kind of sentimental crap... You're just afraid. "

     " Alright, kill him yourself, but don't expect me to come and watch with a bucket of popcorn. "

     " Your choice, Diamond, but you know they'll be mad at you. "

     " Just like you said, I don't care about that stuff. Either way, we're going back to school first thing in the morning. "

     " Want me to bring you his head back? " His icy blue eyes sparkle with amusement and I groan in exasperation, before answering, mischievously.

     " Father's? Yes, please. "

     " We both know you don't mean that..! "

     " I know what I meant. Now, get out. " I smirk and mock him: " You got some cold-blooded murdering to attend to. "

He leaves and I fix the door with my powers. I stare at the blue sparkles of light fading away from my fingertips and let myself fall onto my bed. I hear a series of screams coming from downstairs. I sigh and dig my head into my large light blue pillow. I can't wait to leave this place, two days here is way more than enough.