Winter paced his Ice room, annoyed and frustrated.

They had gotten rid of Darkstalker, but they had accidentally zapped him back.

Him, of all IceWings! Why, he was too important to be mistaken by a common IceWing.

His parents and Tribe were still in shock after finding out that he was actually alive, yet it wasn't as powerful as before.

Lynx had bursts into tears when he was zapped back with them, and hugged him. Winter wasn't surprised. After all, he was the Prince. He was handsome and regal and an IceWing. He expected that to happen.

He missed Moon, though.

Not that he'd ever admit it to anyone ever, though.

He missed her so much, it felt like his heart was torn. So of course he wasn't prepared for the final blow to his heart when Moon finally arrived, though he had been expecting it.

He growled, lashing his tail and knocking over an ice vace. It crashed into the ground and splintered.

Oops, he thought, then wondered why it was always his tail that killed the vases.

He snarled at himself. He had hurt Moon that way, and he regretted being stubborn instead of just helping her, like Qibli.

He had a suspicion that Qibli was only backing down because of how mauled Winter would become. He pondered this.

The sunlight came in through the glass window, the sun high in the sky. The morning dew had solidified into ice drops on the windows and houses and palace, and the sun shone through them, making them twinkle.

Suddenly, the warning call sounded.

Foreign dragons!

But how had they made it over the wall?

Winter looked out his window, then ran downstairs and flew out the door.

He saw a NightWing and a SandWing, asking Queen Snowfall somehting.

Time slowed down as the sun shimmered off the silver teardrop scales by the NightWing's evergreen eyes.

Winter's heart skipped a beat. 

It's her.

She's here.

Then he saw the SandWing's freckled snout and small pink scar and amber eyes and the amber drop earring, glowing like a tiny sun in his ear, and Winter couldn't deny that he felt disappointed and happy at the same time.

Two of his friends (well, one he classed as "idiot clawmate" and the other as "one he dreams about") at the Ice Kingdom, at last.

Mothe and father will kill them.

Sure enough, Tundra and Narwhal flew down, beating their wings furiously, with faces of anger and eyes full of fury.

They started yelling, but Queen Snowfall hushed them.

Winter decided it was time for him to intervene.

"Moon? Qibli?" He asked as he flew over and landed next to the Queen.

Both Moon's and Qibli's eyes shone when he came. "Winter!" They both exclaimed, and smiled warmly at him.

If only he knew what terrible news awaits him... Qibli thought sadly, not wanting to hurt his friend.

"Winter? Do you know these dragons?" Queen Snowfall asked him sceptically.

"Yes. These are my friends. May I take them to my chambers?"

"Certainly," the young Queen nodded, smiling at the two dragonets.

Winter smiled as he lead the two dragonets up the stairs to his room.

He closed the Ice door behind him and Qibli and Moon standed next to his bed.

"We haven't seen you for so long!" Qibli smiled, wanting to move things slowly so he didn't have to break Winter's heart first thing. He really didn't want to hurt his friend.

"I know!" Winter nodded. He turned to Moon. "And you," he said. She smiled. "Why didn't you come back?" She asked.

"My tribe wouldn't let me." Winter nodded.

Moon nodded. 

She and Qibli suddenly glanced at each other, their eyes full of worry.

What's going on? Winter thought.

"Winter..." Moon started, her smile faded. She looked as if she was going to cry. 

"Winter, me and Moon, are..." Qibli tried to say, but couldn't.

What are they trying to say?

"Come on, out with it," the IceWing Prince said, his smile faded, frowning.

"Don't get mad at Moon," Qibli said suddenly, stretching his wings as if to shield her.

"But..."

"Winter..." Moon whispered in a voice loud enough to reach the IceWing's ears, "me and Qibli are a couple."

Winter's heart shattered into a million pieces.