• 1910

    Fionna bowed down to her Master, making sure her white night gown covered her blue legs. He must never know, She thought. Fionna shuddered when the Master attempted to look at her face. Her blue face.
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    1890
    The ice carver studied the magical, fragile piece of ice. It was a big blue block, cold and fosted. Nothing he had ever seen before. The man was deciding what to make it.

    A.) A man
    B.) A girl

    He decided the cube deserved something graceful and pleasurable, so he took his chisel and began to carve a girl. When the girl was finished, she came to life. She was still ice, but her hair turned brown, and a nightgown grew onto her naked body.
    The man was baffled, but still proud. He named her Fionna, but not soon after, did she begin to melt. The only way for her to survive, was to send her to be a slave at the Ice Castle.
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    1910
    Fionna cried as the Master began to whip her.
    "SHOW ME YOUR NAKED SELF! WHAT HAVE YOU TO HIDE FROM ME? MY OWN SLAVE! IVE NEVER EVEN SEEN YOUR FACE!"

    "Please, Master, don't!" But He was already removing her nightgown. The Master gasped, then traced his finger along the fragile piece of ice.

    "Oh, my. Fionna, in the prophecy it saids an ice princess will come to marry me!" So stiff surprised silence filtered through the room.



    That is, until they began to kiss happily.