Icy Destiny

Hi. I am Alaska, daughter of Khione, the ice princess. And I live in Quebec, with my mother, Grandad and Uncles. In a giant ice palace. Yeah, you guessed right, I am not normal. At all.

I have dark hair that mother braids for me every mourning. She insists that I wear my tiara at all times unless I am asleep. The tiara is beautiful, I suppose, with it's ivory swirls and bright crystals, but it is very uncomfortable. She also makes me wear clothes that are "Of my status". That is not as bad, I have some stunning dresses. But... They are all white. Mother says that any other colour would affect my powers. White is the only colour I truly know. I am quite slender, and have light skin. Mother says that all those of royal blood have pale skin, she is lying though. Zeus once visited my Grandad, Boreas, and he was tanned. If the King of all is not of royal blood, then I really don't get the whole royal blood thing.

So I don't exactly look normal for a demi-god. Three visited mom once. They wore jeans and t-shirts, jackets and shorts, not gowns and satin slippers, tiaras and jewellery. And Zethes and Cal tell me all sorts of stories about their travels upon The Argo. They fought monsters, not took charmspeak classes. They saved the world, not created ice sculptures. Which brings me onto my gifts.

Some of my powers come from Dad. I have never met him, but mother always tells me about him. He was a demi-god who came seeking mothers help to find his team. As soon as he saw her, he forgot about his friends. He decided to stay here and win her heart. Apparently it didn't take long, because within days, they were hopelessly in love, and in a mere month, mom was pregnant. But after only weeks of me being born, he changed his mind. He left the palace, left me and mom.Left. Forever. We never saw him again. Mother says he was a son of Hades, so it was not much of a loss. But she can't fool me. She loved him. It is so clear.

A son of Hades and the goddess of snow. I mix their powers. I control ice. I control snow. I can shadow travel. I can manipulate shadows. I can sense death. I think that is quite powerful for a demigod. But I cannot be certain. I have never met a demigod. Mother shuts me in my bedroom when we have guests.

Everyday, mother trains me. I have to study French, Latin and Greek in the mournings. She teaches me Mythology as well. That is my favorite class. Hearing about the heroic deeds that all those brave, clever and strong people did is thrilling. In the afternoon, mom helps me use my power. She'll help me harness my ice abilities so I don't lose control and harm myself or others or get me to shadow travel to somewhere in particular. I enjoy these lessons. We only stop when mom is satisfied. And the beginning of training starts in three minutes.

I rush down the ice staircase, not slipping due to my shoes, which have a special charm on them, put there by my mother. I descend as fast as I can, arriving at the hall my mother uses for lessons with no time to spare. I conjure up an ice mirror and hurriedly check my reflection, before swinging open the doors and entering. She sits at a small round table silently, doing nothing. I look behind her. A large table is behind her and on it are weapons. What? Mother has never let me even see weapons before, now they're in my training hall.

I take my seat and gaze at mother, my eyes demanding an explanation. "Alaska, you are very gifted. You must not stay here and let that talent be wasted. Therefore, you are going on a quest. We begin training for that quest today." I look at her in surprise. A quest. Out in the mortal world, where I can learn new things and meet new people. This is the chance I've always dreamed of!

Mother rises and selects an item from the table behind her. A jagged sword. "Time to sort you out a weapon."

Notes

So. This is set after the war by the way. The seven are all dead. I really hope you like this. Comment, but no hate please!