Thread: A unity never to be achieved ( Me x Lagertha)

Frost and Fire. Earth and Arcane. Light and Darkness. Frost , a realm that not only gives the frost of the seasons, that chills the bones, but the realm is more than that. The Frost elf realm controls the human nature of composure. The nature to re-frame, to look out and analyze situations as to be able to remain in control. Fire , a realm which brings the hot summers. A realm that brings out a human's rage, compassion, want for revenge, lust. The Fire elves, like most of the elves, can control themselves a lot more than others, learning to control their rage and wield it as weapons to win and forge wars of their choosing. Earth , the oldest of the elves live in this realm with their wisdom they collect knowledge, they teach and mold the new generations as best they can. The Earth Elves live in every part of the world, all the plants, animals, nature is at their beck and command. With their wisdom, these Elves have prospered with giving humans the truth of past battles, of future ones, and the outcome of others ways. Arcane elves control the source of chakras, of the spirit and detachment from reality. They give way to the humans that choose to embrace the unknown, the 'ghosts', 'demons', and 'angels' of their world. These tricky elves, while spirit masters, are also the best at trickery, staying alert and on the move. Light elves control the wake of the world. The Daylight is their dominion and their power. Ever bathed in light these elves have taken the command of justice, of forming laws and keeping rules with regulations. These elves are scheduled, always cunning and willing to hear both sides of the story before acting out. Darkness Elves have always been the worst of all the elves. They are the masterminds of anything and everything that ever goes wrong. They are the wicked beings that whisper into ears of the weak pushing to them to do their bidding just for the fun of it. They rely on their persuasiveness, their looks, their brides, and the treats they make to get whatever they want whenever they want. They also dwell in the darkness, controlling this realm over the humans. Darkness gives them strength, as do the elements for the other elves, they stand for everything that is wrong. Frost and Fire For millenniums these elves have been fighting. Not only for territory but for the control of the seasons over the human realm. It's ofter that one side gets tired letting the other govern a certain area by themselves before fighting to give them back the power of the seasons. Thus when the two fight, the season shifts from spring or fall. Both wishing to govern the same place at the same time and often failing as the other steps over their feet and takes dominion. Earth elves, though minor in this fight, keep separate places over the realm of the humans just for themselves that frost may not hit as well as the opposite for fire letting both having their turn over the land, and wishing to end their squoval, but ultimately only making their bickering worse. Wisdom not always able to win wars. Light and Darkness Day and Night always seem so simple. Who knows why dusk and dawn exist? Only the elves do. Often Justice and Bent elves, otherwise known as light and darkness, do not always see eyes to eye. Unlike Frost and Fire who bicker over human months, these two realms bicker over hours, minutes, seconds in human time. Fighting daily to bring the light or to watch it fall. Then dusk is born when the darkness pierces through the Light forcing them back. As dawn breaches the barrier of darkness to bring the win to the Light. Never will these two realms see eye to eye, fighting for longer than the Frost and Fire elves ever had over the right to bring forth the sun or burn it down with the moon. Arcane, also minor like Earth, seeks to do nothing more then edge both sides on by tricking them into believing they will one day win and govern the whole life spam of the humans letting them neither see light or never see darkness. Thus Arcane pushed their tricky fingers in, forcing the Earth elves to agree that the Light and Dark elves could also govern patches of the world for months. Swallowing them in darkness or bathing them in light. The past discretions between the realms was only part of the reasons they would form these meetings, trying to coax one or the other to give their enemy something in exchange for nothing. Often these disputes ended with the Earth Elf Diplomat putting their foot down and silencing the meeting. Nothing was ever settled between the Elves. As humans faiths would rise in one realm of the Elves, the realm of other elves followers would fall causing them to grow weak and angered. The elves lived, breathed, tasted the souls that worshiped their realms, their powers. That's all this was, a power struggle game...That was all it had ever been. Every time the meetings grew close, the same thing would happen within the Frost realm. The king, bent and wrecked by the upcoming drama, would kneel by the frost tree in his garden, bathe himself in the cold of frost and wait for his guards to awaken him to make his decision on who would be the diplomat for this session of bickering. In all honestly, the choice should not have been hard. Centuries had past since the last disaster had fell upon the meeting, no diplomats returning to their realms. Still, there was the fear that who he would send out to speak for them would never return and to the Frost King, whose composure was usually in tack, it was wavering. Days, nearly months had passed as the date grew closer and the King would not move from his spot in his garden. He waited, as if begging his mind, his wisdom to show to choose the right one. As cold as the Frost elves could be to other elves, they were a well knitted family. Each one knew each other, respected one another and feared the lose of them. Elves lived long, a long time...when death reared it's nasty head, all in the kingdom were affected. Death was hard as human, it worse as an Elf. Children were scarce, their lives were centuries if not millenniums long, and death was eternal. This made making the choice, determining who might die the night of the meeting all that much harder to contemplate. Only when the night had arrived was the King forced to move by the sound of feet drawing close on the snow. The all too familiar sound of small feet. His head had lifted, but he had not turned to see who it was already knowing which elf had come to beg he choose them. He did not speak as the elf stood behind him in silence for hours. Time was ticking on and the meeting was in a matter of seconds, not days. ...Let me go.. The soft voice was a whisper but the King had heard it and let his head fall. Why? the king had asked. Softly he voice had replied, I'm the only one you truly trust. Then the king had moved to his feet, anger and hurt. He had turned to face the elf, towering over the small thing as he had drawn out his pale finger to point at...her. I will not let you! Her silver eyes had danced over the finger so close to her face before she had smiled and kissed it. Her small hands had moved up, wrapping around his extended one as she had tilted her head back to look at the king. You must, and you will. I'm the only one you trust will come back. The King was frozen by her words and slowly they hit him like a dagger. The truth was there, she was the only one he trusted would not be bribed by the other elves. The King moved, wrapping his arms around her and drawing her to his chest, a low whistling sound piercing through the sky, frost leaving his lips. You are my wife Vironica, I will always trust you. Vironica had wasted no time leaving the King's side when he had given the dreadful agreement to let her go as the diplomat. She was cunning, witty, bright and she knew not to let the others boss her around. She was something different, something special. Vironica easily caught the guards that were to lead her to the meeting. She had pushed them to lead her in the way and, by request of most of the Frost elves of the council, she had changed her clothing to dawn who she was to all. The king of Frost was never found of Vironica under dressing for her stature, so she would do what she was supposed to. Being all dressed up for the event just seemed so wrong. Her white dress covered her from neck to foot except the slits that ran between her legs , pushed over her hips and met in the back, the fabric only held up by a single snowflake on the back. Her hair was long, white, the bottom reaching a little past her hips. The tips of her white hair with covered in ice and snowflakes. Although the clothing was apparent which realm she was from, the only thing that set her apart from the other Frost elves was under her dress. Vironica had been the first to arrive to the meeting. She had sent off the guards, not nearly as fearful of the other Realms as her husband had been. She had sat at the table in silence until the others had arrived. Slowly conversations had started, then as the Fire diplomat has slide next to her the arguing has begun. The Earth Elf had sat at the middle, bigger than the other elves and had silenced them all as the Arcane Elf, the hunched over little thing -why they had picked him as a diplomat none of them had known-,slide into the room with his shifty eyes. He had sat down, in between both the tall and proper Light elf and the Dark skinned menacing Dark Elf. Everything had been going as expected, they had been arguing like normal between their realms. Then the pushing had started. The Light elf was first on their feet, grabbing the Dark elf by his collar and forcing him to his feet. The Arcane elf slide out his Chair pushing his hands in the air as the two, dark and light, had drawn their weapons. The Arcane elf's hands had glowed and as the two began to fight they stopped, frozen by the force of their chakras. Then, out of darkness, a sword had come from behind the Arcane elf and sunk down into his shoulder across to his hip slicing him in half. Vironica, frightened and unable to hold composture, was the first to scream. She jumped to her feet, but the fire Diplomat had his hand on her skin, she tried to turn her head to look upon him, but there was nothing left except a bloody hand attached to her body. She turned to her left, ready to find the door and call for the guards as a fist split the air next to her and connected with her face knocking her on the floor. Blinking, Vironica looked up as best she could to see the feet of the Earth Elf raising in the air, a hand moved, shoving her face into the ground. She heard the wisdom of the Earth pour from his lips as his legs kicked and...they stopped as the sick sound of his throat was cut. Vironica couldn't scream she could only listen at the sick sounds of death filled the room. She tried moving, crawling away and the creature that had it's hand pressing her face to the ground grasped at her clothing, taunting her Pretty little elf.. as he tore it from her body and sat on her back. You'll be last! The thing had snickered as Vironica had squirmed. They were laughing as they sliced into the diplomats, and then Vironica heard it. The sound was faint, soft, but there it was the sound of feet running, a sword meeting with flesh and the twisted cries of these creatures turning to that of elves. Elves? But which realm was attacking and why? Still there was this...elf or creature on her back on her back holding her down. Just as it's fingers moved on her shoulder blades rested in between them to awe at what was on her back the sounds of fighting grew closer. The feet were so close that the monster on her back had moved, a sharp object pointed at the spot between her shoulder blades as it spoke, Don't move or I.. Then the sick sound of gurgling blood was heard as it fell to the ground next to her. Opportunity struck, and as frightened as she was, she was not waiting around to see what had just killed the monster on her back. Vironica grasped what little clothing was left, scrambled to her feet, and ran to the trees that were near by. She ran as fast as she could, covering the front of her body as she ran. White hair dancing behind her in the wind, snowflakes falling off her pale skin. Arms had seemed to come from no where again, grasping her and pulling her back. Vironica opened her mouth to scream out but a hand covered her mouth and she was held to a large body. Her face moved as best it could, contorted and confused as she saw what looked like a Fire Elf. Vironica was tall for human but small for an elf, she only stood around 5'8. She grunted as he pushed her against the tree, a cloak seeming to surround them and cover them as she watched in silence while dark...dark elves came out of no where to run to where the meeting had been held. Vironica's front side was clothed, but her large breasts pressed against the tree and caused Vironica to react, stomping her bare foot on his clothed one. Her entire backside was exposed, the mark in between her shoulder blades visible, ice embedded in her skin to form a swirling design of smaller snowflakes meeting in the middle to form a large one, the mark of the Frost king. Vironica listened to the stranger's words, but she still squirmed. They were enemies in a sense, but here he was helping her. In a way Vironica could understand what he was saying accessing the situation it was a bad idea to run around like a moron. So she stayed still, huffing against his hand. Her scent could be easily picked up with them so close together. As odd as it was, it was the scent of a snapdragon flower. She let go one of her hold on the dress with one hand, moving the small pale fingers to grasp at the hand covering her mouth as to move it.