She slowly stalked towards the back of the Throne room, towards the throne with the oddly dragon-like figure sitting upon it. CryoFangs was silent, her steps careful and light.

The throne was beautifully carved, with the armrests having hanging icicles carved into the undersides, the back of the throne was adorned with plush navy padding, sapphires and diamonds embedded in the silver metal of the throne.

As she neared the body, she saw that it was sitting in a slumped position on the throne, and, shockingly, she swore she heard light snoring coming from their body.

Are they... alive? She wondered silently, very cautiously coming up the stairs and reaching a talon out, her middle and index claw stretched forth as she settled them gently on the dragon's crystal-white neck.

CryoFangs fought down the gasp of pure joy she felt when a strong pulse throbbed under her claws, her heart flew higher than ever as she realized that the HallowFrost before her was very much alive.

As she retreated slowly away from the body, it lurched and snorted. She stood statue-still, watching as a pair of oddly familiar, pale violet eyes opened up, gazing at her blearily.

"Hmmm..." mumbled the dragon, "how odd... am I still dreaming, or are you truly a HallowFrost Dragon standing in front of me?"

"Nope, I'm really here," she said softly, "what about you?"

He coughed wetly, and Cryo heard a sickening rumbling in his chest as he wheezed, "I'm very much here, not an illusion... hey, you look familiar!"

He got to his feet, his crystal-white scales reflecting the light from the windows and causing various shades of blue to dance across them, his eyes were glittering with that strange wonder, yet they looked tired, as if he'd stayed awake for days on end.

He yawned, but abruptly stopped as another harsh cough rattled him, he turned away from her as he caught his breath, his breaths unusually deep.

Worry creased in her brow as she started towards him, "you're sick, sit back down." She said softly, he gave her an odd look before she guided him back to the throne, he sat down, his talons clutched the armrests tightly as if he'd fall off.

"So? I've been-" he hacked again and massaged his chest, spitting up a dark yellow glob of something foul. "I've been sick before."

CryoFangs shook her head, "this is something a little worse than you think. Now- let me feel your forehead." She stepped closer to him and he frowned, giving her outstretched talon a tired glare.

"Come on, please? If I can help you, then maybe we'd both feel better." She sighed, he rolled his eyes slightly and pointed his gaze at his feet, accepting what she was going to do.

Cryo gently pressed her talon to his forehead, nearly lurching back from just how hot he was. Damn, he's burning up! "How long have you been sick?"

He chuckled lightly, "uh... almost half a month? I've been drinking what tea I can find from the kitchens, I've been trying to learn Healing magic, but that hasn't fully helped me..."

Cryo gave him a look of slight sympathy, "have you tried mixing Shivermint into your tea? Or Lungroot?"

He was looking puzzled, "no... but, if you're looking for those herbs, I think you can find them in the Alchemy room. Why do you ask?"

She sighed, "I'll explain later, where's the Alchemy room?"

He wordlessly pointed to her left, at one of the two halls that split off from here. She rushed off, hoping to find what she needed to help him. CryoFangs couldn't help but feel her thoughts circle back to her dreams, that HallowFrost wrapped in light, she saw his lustrous white scales and animated violet eyes...

It's him, I just know it! She thought, did... did I predict meeting him? Or, did he find a way into my dreams somehow?

She shook her head, she had to focus on getting this acquaintance of hers free of the shackles of illness. Cryo turned a sharp right and came to a simple door, she pushed it open and found herself in the kitchens.

She gazed around, off to her immediate left was a bucket of Ember Powder; that substance was extremely useful, for, if your claws were coated with it, you could strike any surface and instantly have a fire in the palm of your talon.

Tables used for preparing food were placed accordingly across the massive kitchens; knives, pots, pans, plates, and cups were sitting in their places, abandoned and dusty. She looked around for a door to the Alchemy room, her eyes landed on a trapdoor in the corner, she rushed for it and hoped it was what she was looking for.

As she yanked the door open, she was met with a short spiral staircase. CryoFangs descended the steps and found herself in a small room full of shelves on the walls. The floor was a simple grey stone, the walls pretty much the same. Unlit torches were placed in niches in-between the shelves, and a single table with a large cauldron beside it stood in the center of the room, upon the table was a purplish-grey mortar and pestle.

Based on the cobwebs in the corners and the general look of the room as a whole, it was old. I hope the ingredients aren't all bad, she thought, searching the shelves.

CryoFangs was amazed at all the different things she found: Dried Glacierworms, Magma Petals, Oak Sap... including Shivermint and Lungroot, bingo! She smiled, grabbing the glossy azure leaves and the seemingly breathing mahogany-brown roots. Upon remembering what Nimbus had shown her when she was younger, she began to grind the Shivermint into a fine paste; next was the Lungroot, which bubbled violently as it was mixed with the fragrant Shivermint.

Upon picking up a dusty bottle full of water, she heard a distant, harsh, fluid-filled cough. I've got to hurry up!

She quickly left the room and hurried back to the kitchens, the mortar in-talon as she snatched up a cup, dumping half of the mortar's contents into it, then the water.

Cryo didn't have the patience to wait on sparking a flame, so instead she clasped her talons around the glass cup, magically warming it up until steam was visible.

She hurried back to the sick Dragon, both the fragrant paste and his tea in her talons. "I'm back, are you alright?"

He cleared his throat and winced, "totally fine!" He lied, gently taking the cup of steaming tea. "You know, you didn't have to do this." He took a sip of the tea, she watched his eyes slightly roll back in his head, obviously satisfied with the relief it gave him.

She shrugged, "but I did it anyway, I wanted to help you." CryoFangs felt his head again, it was still feverishly warm.

He sighed lightly, looking at CryoFangs gratefully, "why? I'm just a total stranger, you could've left me to die slowly for all I know." He said, she looked deep in thought.

I could have... but that's not what I want, I've been aching to find another HallowFrost, and here he is in front of me. "I don't think I could leave you in pain even if I tried," she said honestly, meeting his tired eyes, he gave a big smile.

"By the way, I'm Eis, Prince Eis. Who are you?" He asked curiously, she widened her eyes. He's the son of Bitterkill and Blizzard?! She thought in shock, he raised a brow at her.

"What? Did you forget your own name?" Prince Eis joked, she shook herself and snorted, bowing her head respectfully.

"N-No, Your Majesty, my name is CryoFangs, but you can call me Cryo if you desire, Your Majesty."

She heard Eis chuckle hoarsely, "why in the name of Novembus are you calling me 'Your Majesty?'"

"Isn't it mandatory for me to address you as such? I'm just a peasant to you, Prince Eis, yes?"

Eis suddenly jumped to his feet, wobbling down the stairs towards her before lifting her chin up, her heart pounding as he gazed into her wide blue eyes. "You, milady CryoFangs, are not a peasant in my eyes," he muttered to her. "Titles don't matter if you've been on your own for a few years, does it look like I'll behead you if you address me improperly?"

She rapidly shook her head, Eis smiled down at her, "good. Now I don't want you to address me as 'Your Majesty' anymore, just calling me by my name will do well, Cryo."

He let go of her and flopped back onto his father's throne, coughing harshly and bringing up more of that nasty substance.

CryoFangs quickly fetched a rusting bucket from the kitchen, thrusting it into Eis' talons, "spit it out, Eis."

He did so automatically, making a disgusted face at the stuff he coughed up. "Yeesh, it looks terrible!"

"That's because it is, now Eis-" she showed him the crushed herbs in the mortar. "I'm going to have to rub this into your scales, is that ok?"

"What's it made of? What are you using it for?" He yawned, she cleared her throat quietly as he took another great gulp of tea.

"It's made from Lungroot and Shivermint, the Shivermint will take your fever down, and the Lungroot will help with your coughing and breathing issues."

Prince Eis' eyes glittered with faint happiness. "Well then, please, do what you must, Cryo." He relaxed himself in the throne, but he was still alert.

His pale violet eyes were glued to her as she coated her claws in the bluish-brown paste, it smelled very minty and made her claws feel oddly cold. She approached him and began rubbing the paste into his chest, kneading her claws into his muscles and listening intently to his rattling breaths, she then soon heard a very faint purr in his throat, she was guessing it felt good.

Once it was thoroughly rubbed in, she took what was left of the paste and applied it to his forehead, rubbing in circles and kneading her claws between his eyes.

Eis sighed lightly with relief and purred a little louder, Cryo steadily continued working her claws across his forehead, making sure it was all rubbed in properly.

Once she was done, Eis looked at her gratefully, she quickly realized his gaze was soulful, he beckoned her to get closer, she nervously did so.

CryoFangs was suddenly wrapped in Eis' shivering embrace, his tail twined around hers as he hugged her tight.

"Thank you for everything, CryoFangs..." Eis whispered, "goodness, your scales are so... cold... and I'm on fire..."

She hugged him back, unsure how to react to his embrace as she blushed, "you should sleep, Eis," she said simply, feeling as the male HallowFrost rested his head on her shoulder.

They were like that for awhile... that is until Cryo soon heard light snoring, the Prince of the HallowFrosts having fallen asleep in her embrace.