Frosta

**Season**
1

A young girl, eleven years
old, stood at attention as the crowd watched. She had short dark blue hair and
wore a dark blue dress with white fur covering her shoulders and her wrists.
The front of her dress was decorated with seven short icicles carved into
diamond shapes. Her round dark eyes met a dozen other eyes in front of her.

“Today,” announced
Frigid, a blonde general of the guards, “is a day of both celebration, and
mourning. His Majesty King Freeze led several of our strongest men into battle
against the Horde on the edge of the Kingdom of Snows. Their leader, Hordak had
attempted to invade our kingdom and steal our wealth and resources. King Freeze
held Hordark off…but gravely, didn’t make it.”

The crowd muttered in low
voices and several younger individuals gasped.

A tear threatened to fall
from Frosta’s eyes, but she held it in. She couldn’t afford to be seen as a
weak child during her coronation.

As an only child, Frosta
had always known that she would become a ruler someday. Both her parents had
taught her etiquette and rules early on. After observing weekly meetings with
the king and the council, she could recite the anthem and the names of the
other kingdoms with her eyes closed.

Despite all the
formalities, Frosta still had time to closely bond with her parents in the late
evening. She remembered the warm smile behind her father’s dark beard as he
watched her practice her ice magic in her bedroom. When she had accidently
froze a butler against the wall who had arrived to her room, her father showed
her how to melt the ice surrounding him.

“Frosty, you must always
be careful,” explained her father. Frosta rolled her eyes at her silly
nickname, but smiled all the same.

Frosta remembered the subtle
reassurances from Queen Iceis, her mother.

“Follow me,” she had said
to her daughter. The two royals entered a hidden passage that led to a dark
cave. They both stopped at a ledge.

A young Frosta pointed at
something glowing from above. “What’s that?”

“The Fractal Flake,” the
queen explained, the light briefly illuminating her long black hair. A large
snowflake-shaped crystal hummed with power and stayed in place. She could feel
the pulse from the gem similar to how she felt her heart beat.

“This gem has powered our
kingdom for hundreds of years,” said the queen. “Its power has been used by
kings and queens of the past to protect our land, as well as replenish their
power. There will come a time, when it will be your turn to assume the throne.
When you do, the crystal’s power will be transferred over to you, amplifying
your power.”

Frosta’s eyes filled with
both wonder and concern. “I know I’ll be able to do it…but what if I cannot?”

“You will,” said her
mother. “There is a reason why we have taught you how to stand your ground so
early. It is to best prepare you in case the inevitable comes.”

Frosta tried to pronounce
“inevitable” and asked what she meant.

“You’ll find out soon
enough,” said the queen. “Now, let’s be off to dinner. The food-tasters should
tell us reports on the food when we arrive.” Frosta wrapped her arms around her
mother in a hug. Shortly after, she returned the embrace.

Frosta didn’t know how
fast time could fly by, until now. How could her mother’s clear ice blue eyes
sparkle with happiness at her, only for them to roll back into her head, days
later. Iceis’ pale white skin became sheer white as her body struggled to fight
off a mysterious poison that had entered her veins. Medics and healers rushed
into the queen’s chambers, doing all they could to heal her. All the meanwhile,
Frosta looked on in fear from the distance, feeling ever so small and vulnerable.

“Definitely poison,
alright,” stated a food taster, lifting his nose up to the silver wine chalice
the queen had drunk out of. “The Horde must have slipped some in when they
arrived with barrels of wine and fish for us.”

“We gave away our weapons
to them for nothing,” spat a guard. “But surely, they would want us on their
side. It must have been a mistake.”

But the queen’s pained
gasps and coughs suggested otherwise. No longer able to stay in one place,
Frosta rushed over to her sick mother. Her mother’s hand was ice cold, yet the
young princess did not let go.

“My time is almost done,
Frosta…” she stuttered. “Remember all the things I have taught you…”

“Mother, please…I’m not
ready…”

“You are ready…you *must* be ready,” said her mother. “Make
sure that all your subjects are well cared for. Enforce the rules when
necessary. Be strong as a glacier, sharp as ice…but remember to be soft as snow
at times.”

“I…I will make you proud,
mother,” mumbled Frosta, her eyes turning red.

Iceis squeezed her hand
tighter. “Oh, Frosty…you already have…”

Her head turned to the
side and her hand went slack in Frosta’s.

“No! No! Mother!” cried
Frosta. One of the guards tried to pull her to the side, but she screamed and
sobbed loudly. It was the only time when she did not care when she acted like a
child. It was even harder to get back into her responsibilities the next day.
That was the day when the calls of war were heard.

It was the last time she
would ever see her father’s face.

Frosta’s thoughts were
interrupted when she felt something hard being put on her head. It was a small
ice crown.

Who would have imagined
Frosta being crowned on her birthday…and her feeling like the world was already
weighing down on her.

Another man with brown
hair stood by her side and spoke. “By the power vested in me, I hereby crown
you, Frosta, Princess of Snows.”

The crowd clapped
politely, while a few other people looked at her with pity and disbelief in
their eyes. Frosta stared at them icily, daring them to challenge her.

*‘Don’t*
underestimate me because of my age,’ *she thought.* ‘You have no idea what I can accomplish.’

“Happy Birthday, Your
Majesty!” called several teenagers as Frosta climbed down the stairs and walked
toward the snack bar. For the rest of the day, she was bombarded with gifts
from other kingdoms and endless requests of joining the Rebellion.

“BrightMoon needs you,
Your Majesty,” said a messenger of Queen Angella who had been sent to her
kingdom. He wore armor and the white garb of BrightMoon. A small insignia, a
crescent moon, was pinned to his chest over his heart. “The Horde have almost
destroyed the Whispering Woods and the Meadowlands. They could be up to
something else!”

Frosta ignored him and
popped a frost covered fish egg into her mouth. “Not interested. Being involved
with the rest of Etheria has only caused problems for our kingdom. It would be
beneficial if the Rebellion and the Horde could solve their problems like real
adults. I suggest you do the same.”

The messenger looked
aghast. “But the princesses…”

“Nope.”

Frosta walked away,
leaving a bewildered messenger behind.

A strong burly man walked
over to her later on while she was chewing a ball of dark chocolate candy. “The
Horde and I have the best technology in the land. With our people and your
kingdom ruling together, all of Etheria could be ours!”

“Not today,” Frosta
replied with a wave of her hand. “Have a nice evening.”

Desperate to get away
from the crowds and noise, Frosta headed back toward the council room.

“Scribe Chiller,” she
ordered. The black haired writer looked up from her seat. “Yes, Your Majesty?”
she asked.

“I want you to create a
new law for this kingdom. Call it the Neutrality Treaty. We will not be
involved with the Horde nor the Princess Alliance anymore.”

“Yes, Princess,” she
nodded, not daring to question Frosta’s orders.

For months afterward,
Frosta felt safer and more secure in her icy palace. The rules and regulations
that had formerly confused her, now served as a good way for her to escape her
troubling thoughts.

Soon enough, the hidden
pain of the loss of her parents and the ever increasing stress of her job made
her perfectionistic.

The rules had to be
followed by the book: no cracks were to be evident in the ice walls and floor.
All the beds had to be carefully made and smooth. The food had to be
meticulously decorated and prepared. And for Snows sake, nothing on the plate
could be touching each other!

Some people may have been
put off by Frosta’s perfectionism and her antisocial ways. The more traditional
nobles and several jokesters called her derogatory things like “youngster,”
“ADHD Autistic Anarchist” and “Lost Frost.” But she didn’t care much anymore.
How could she? Sharp comments weren’t going to penetrate her stone cold stance.
There was no point in pretending like everything was fine and dandy when she
still felt that hollow loneliness each and every day like a gaping hole.

Frosta lived by the rules
and her role, day by day, only letting her emotions flow freely in her bedroom
when she cried herself to sleep. In the back of her mind, she hoped to have her
father and mother appear by her side once more. She imagined them saying that
there hadn’t been a war. That they had made peace with the Horde and that they
would live safely in Snows for the rest of their lives. Certainly, she could
enjoy herself and become queen at 16, the traditional age where she would be
shown proper respect.

But just as quickly as
they came, her hopeful thoughts faded away in a cold blast.

It wasn’t long before
Frosta was almost twelve years old. Her kingdom had kept to itself for a long
time. They had more than enough resources to keep busy and stable.

The day came when
Princess Frosta put together a rule list for the Princess Prom event. The
sooner she got this event over with, the better. Already, the scribe was
working on dozens of other copies to send out across the land.

“All Princess Ball:
Winter Wonderland.” Was written in elaborate script at the top of the scroll. The
rules were listed below.

“Rules:

No weapons allowed in the
palace. Castle guards are the only ones permitted to carry weapons.

No use of magic powers
for harm or fist fighting. Any form of violence will not be permitted.

For the chefs: All food
must be prepared properly (fish and meat frozen with the right amount of ice
power).

All guests must wear
formal attire: (dresses, suits, ties, etc.)

Any princess may bring a
plus one individual with them to the event

Princess Frosta is eleven
and ¾ years old. No one is allowed to mock her or make any comment on her age
or experience.

The day of the prom
arrived. A guard stood by a table, confiscating weapons from the guests. Adora
was very reluctant to let go of her sword. Snow and icicles wrapped around the
columns in the hallway. On and above the double doors were stain glass
snowflake designs. The ballroom was shining with rows of icicles arranged in
rows. People from all walks of life were dancing under colored strobe lights
and pop music. A chandelier of long icicles hung from the high ceiling. A small
band of beautiful women were playing string instruments on top of some stairs
in a corner. An array of fruits and exotic food were positioned on ice covered
shelves, made to be preserved throughout the night. There were small
sandwiches, wrapped hotdogs, cookies, and cupcakes with wintery designs and
colors. A large jelly-like sculpture was positioned at the edge of one table.

A line of guests walked
up the steps to Frosta, who was sitting on her blue and white throne. The
people bowed and greeted her, and they were then escorted back down the stairs
by guards. Frosta didn’t particularly enjoy the moment; for her it was just
another chore, albeit a necessary part of the ancient traditions. It was then
that Adora and princess Glimmer arrived to the front. Adora bowed and Glimmer
curtsied.

“That’s Frosta?” Adora
whispered to Glimmer. “But she’s like…ten!”

A collective gasp came
from the crowd as they heard Frosta’s age mentioned out loud by Adora.

“I’m eleven and three
quarters,” said Frosta coldly. If she could, Frosta would have told her to shut
the hell up.

“Revered hostess,” said
Glimmer. “We come under the ancient rules of hospitality, bringing greetings
from BrightMoon.”

“And She-Ra” added Adora.

“You are welcome under
the rules of hospitality,” Frosta stated. “Leave conflict at the door. Enjoy
the ball.”

Glimmer tried to
remediate the situation and Adora started to say something about the Rebellion
but Frosta had enough. The two princesses were moved along by Frosta’s guards
down the steps.

Later on, during the
party, Frosta went over by the snack bar, wanting to be left alone. She
observed the light orange jelly and the fruit on the table. However, she
noticed out of the corner of her eye, Adora walking over to her from her right.

Chatting with this
disrespectful blonde stranger was the last thing on Frosta’s mind.

“Revered hostess,” said
Adora with a bow. “I’ve come to apologize. I was so rude.”

“Yes, you were,” Frosta
replied bluntly.

Then she turned back to
Adora. “But you’re only an honorary princess. You can’t be expected to know
better.”

Changing the subject,
Adora looked around at the magnificent walls of ice and the vast architecture
of the place.

“Your kingdom is
beautiful. I’m honored to be here.”

“Thank you,” said Frosta,
not looking at Adora.

Frosta sighed in
annoyance, knowing why Adora had decided to speak with her. “And now I expect you’re
gonna ask me to join your Rebellion?”

“You know about that?”
asked Adora.

“Of course I do,” Frosta
replied. “Princesses talk, you know.”

Just then, one of
Frosta’s guards came over with a tray of food. He offered some to the
princesses.

Frosta looked at the tray
with disapproval. “The snow peas and the cookies are touching. Do it right.”

The guard left.

“Princess Frosta, the
Rebellion needs you,” Adora pleaded. “Your kingdom is powerful. Your alliance
could defeat the Horde.”

“The Horde hasn’t
threatened us here,” stated Frosta. Despite several mishaps, the Horde had kept
to themselves thanks to the Neutrality Treaty. Not even the Horde soldiers
could get into the kingdom back when she lost her parents.

“Because the Kingdom of
Snows is so out of the way,” Adora added. “Joining the Rebellion is your best
bet.”

At this point, the ice
princess was getting frustrated at the sight of a stranger telling her what her
best choices were.

She had heard comments
like that quite often in the castle, especially after the death of her parents.

*“Are*
you sure you know what’s best for you?”

*“You’re*
too little to run a kingdom! Do you even know what you are doing?”

*“Maybe*
she’s too scared to associate herself with the outside world. Not doing what is
best.”

The truth was, no one
knew what was best for her…except herself. She certainly wasn’t going to let
another person test her like that.

Frosta spoke. “The
Kingdom of Snows has defended itself well for thousands of years. We do not
need your help or your rebellion.”

She turned to Adora.
“Please continue to enjoy the ball.” She left with her guards by her side.

Frosta was sitting back
on her throne, doing her usual routine of meeting and greeting her guests. She
was about to go into another state of boredom when she saw two guests that
stood out from the crowd: Catra and Scorpia from the Horde. Catra was wearing a
fancy maroon suit, while Scorpia was wearing an elegant black dress and red gem
earrings.

“Revered hostess!” called
Adora in concern.

*‘Not*
this again,’ *thought Frosta.*

“They’re from the Horde!”
Adora yelled, pointing at the two villains.

*‘So*
what?’

“Hostess,” said Catra.
“Princess Scorpia was invited per the rules of this ball. Rules which I
personally have utmost respect for.”

“You do not!” shouted Adora
to Catra.

“Princess Adora!” said
Frosta sternly. “The rules state clearly that all princesses are welcome.”

“They’re up to something.
I can feel it!”

“That’s enough!” Frosta
reprimanded. “You look at me and see a child, but I have worked too hard to gain
respect, only to throw away because you feel they’re up to something.”

It was quite clear that
Adora had no evidence to back up her statement.

“The All-Princess Ball is
neutral. I will not dishonor that legacy,” finished Frosta. “Scorpia is a
princess. Princesses get plus ones. They. Stay.”

Adora grumbled in defeat
and deviance.

After the guests left,
pushing Adora and Glimmer below the stairs, Frosta grumbled, “Teenagers.”

The guests were all
scattered around the ballroom now, eating food, and chatting with their
friends. With no more people to greet and the time drawing near, Frosta stood
up and announced, “It is my solemn duty as hostess to announce, it is time for
the first dance of the ball.”

The crowd flooded toward
the dance floor, laughing and pairing up in couples. Frosta watched and saw
Adora and Catra dancing…and arguing at the same time. The dancing remained
uninterrupted…until Adora suddenly pushed Catra into an ice structure, breaking
it. The music stopped and the crowd gasped.

*‘I*
knew Adora was trouble,’ *thought Frosta.*

Frosta stomped over and
with a raise of her hands, entrapped Adora in a cage of ice.

Frosta glared at Adora.
“The Princess Ball is a ceremony of unity. Violence is strictly forbidden.”

“You don’t understand…”
started Adora.

“I understand perfectly,”
spat Frosta. “In accordance with the rules set down over the centuries, I
hereby revoke your invitation. You are to leave my kingdom and never, ever…”

A sudden loud explosion
interrupted Frosta’s reprimand. Then a series of crystal bombs went off one
after the other. Guests screamed and ran away in a panic. The food and plates
crashed to the ground and crack appeared in the walls.

“Remain calm! Stop!” ordered
Frosta to the crowd. Frosta knew what she had to do next. There was no time to
stop the mysterious intruders. She had to keep her kingdom safe. She ran off,
flanked by two of her guards.

Frosta raced down the
hall toward the secret passageway.

“Help get everyone out of
here. If you see the intruders, freeze and restrain them.”

“Yes, Your Majesty,” said
the guards.

Frosta opened the ice
covered door, which blended in well with the rest of the ice wall from a
distance. Heart pounding, Frosta ran in the dark, searching for the beacon of
light. Finally she found it: the Fractal Flake. She stopped, took a deep breath
and raised both of her hands.

In several seconds, the
falling debris that had threatened to fall on the guests froze in mid fall.
Slowly, the castle started to amend itself. The roof closed back together, a
light fixture flew back up into place and the large star structure outside the
palace was fitting itself back together. Frosta strained herself and grunted
with effort. If she was going to risk collapsing or even death protecting her
kingdom, then that’s what she would do.

Once the palace was fully
repaired, Frosta gasped for breath and fell to her knees on the cold ground.

How did all of this
happen? Here was an event that only happened once a decade, which was supposed
to be harmonious and secure. Seeing the two sides in harmony would have
strengthened Frosta’s confidence of her rule.

Now, everything had
fallen apart.

Frosta had lost her
parents. She had lost her sense of security and safety.

And now…though she was
reluctant to admit it, she had lost her trust in the Horde.

She wiped away some tears
that had fallen down her face.

*‘I*
have failed you, mother, father,’ *she stuttered through her*
sobs. *‘I almost failed my kingdom. What*
am I supposed to do now?’

She clenched her fists
and stood up. “I…I must go back outside. Tend to those who may be wounded.
Reassure the public.” She remembered some advice from her father: “Professional
in public, playful in private.”

Maybe…perhaps maybe…this
Adora person was right after all.

But would joining the
Rebellion really be her best bet? Even if it meant going against her centuries
long tradition of neutrality? Her Neutrality Law was, in fact, nothing new. Her
parents made a similar law, as did her grandparents and the ones before them.
It was expected of a ruler to be partial and logical…never to fight unless the
enemy invaded first.

Which of course, they
had.

With one last surge of
energy, Frosta stood up and raised her hands once more. This time, huge towers
of ice rose up from the outside and encased the palace like a triangular
shield. Now her kingdom was more isolated and insulated than ever.

She now felt safe…but
never had she felt more alone.

She made her way out of
the chamber and was met with one of her messengers, a young man named Frigid.
“Your Majesty, no one appears to be hurt after the bombs went off. There were
reports of two men in blue coats taking away Princess Adora’s comrades.”

Another messenger came
over, this time a woman with dark hair, Glace.

“We think that Bow and
Glimmer have been taken away by spies. They disguised themselves as our guard!”

“And the Horde must have
set off the bombs. That scorpion princess was suspiciously nowhere to be seen…”

“Alright, I understand,”
said Frosta holding up her hands.

She cleared her throat. “Strengthen
the defenses. Search the castle for any other intruders. See to it that all
weapons are observed and stored away.

“Yes Princess,” said Glace.
The two messengers wandered off to their duties.

Days and weeks passed. Frosta
sat in with the council, going over document after document. She wore her usual
blue coat, tan pants, and blue boots. She was about to sign a Treaty from the
Horde when she felt a strange uncomfortable feeling in her stomach.

It wasn’t from hunger nor
was it cramps. It was the everlasting feeling of fear and dread. Even her hands
had begun to shake of their own accord.

“Excuse me for a moment,”
she said. Frosta walked fast out of the room, leaving the council members in
confusion.

When Frosta felt the
Fractal Flakes power diminish, she knew that something was not right.

It felt like another,
much darker power was trying to corrupt it. Although it felt far away, she knew
that the force could grow increasingly closer. It was a feeling of dread that
she couldn’t seem to let go of.

Her fears were further
confirmed when she saw a pale blue light shine up into the dark sky. She knew
what it was: a distress beacon from BrightMoon!

Perhaps it was the time
for her to do something different.

Perhaps it was the time
for her to take action and go outside her comfort zone.

Making her way into her
office, she came across the Neutrality Treaty that she had meticulously put
together…and threw it out of a nearby open window.

The wind blew away the
documents and Frosta felt a weight lift from her shoulders. Her previous life
of rules and solitude had blown away.

If the Rebellion truly
needed her help, than that is what she would have to do.

“Princess?” asked one of
two guards, who were standing outside her door. “Are you alright?”

“Go back to your
positions. Don’t let anyone know I’m gone. If I don’t come back…”

“You’re leaving?” asked
one of the guards.

“To help save the
Rebellion. I sense that something bad is happening.”

“But the Neutrality
Treaty…”

“Is henceforth
disregarded!” she declared. Frosta never believed that those words would ever
leave her lips.

Her guards stood in
frozen shock. They wondered if Frosta had lost her mind.

Which, due to the events,
she most likely had.

“If I don’t make it, tell
the people that I left this world with honor,” she finished, managing to make
her face emotionless.

“Princess, wait!” the
guards called with concern.

But Frosta jumped out the
window and shot long sheets of ice from her hands as she fell.

The ice rose from the
ground and created an icy path that Frosta slid down and across. She moved
gracefully as if she were wearing ice skates instead of her blue boots.

Red lightning flashed
across the sky, lighting the world in a blood red glow. The sight made Frosta’s
hair stand on end.

*‘No*
time to back away now. I must do what is right for my kingdom.’

She slipped over the
Whispering Woods…or what was left of them. The majority of the ground was
frozen below. As she came up to the palace of BrightMoon, she saw quite a
sight.

Horde tanks were firing
green blasts at the castle. One of the blasts fired by Catra made impact with
the large stand that held the Moonstone upright. It stared to crack in half and
threatened to fall, bringing the Moonstone to its doom under the lake. With a
quick flick of her wrist, the stand holding the gem was encased in ice.

She proceeded to blast
more Horde soldiers away with her powers.

Adora and the other
princesses looked happy to see her.

Frosta flipped through
the air and landed in front of She-Ra. “I hope I’m not too late,” she stated.

“No, you’re right on
time,” said Adora.

For the first time in a
long time, Frosta smiled. Then feeling impatient with Glimmer teleporting again
and the group reuniting, she said, “Let’s do this already,” holding her staff
in front of her.

Feeling a new energy within her, Frosta fought
alongside the other princesses, forcing the Horde to retreat. She shot blasts
of ice from a long staff she carried in her left hand.

Soon, the Moonstone
brightened up the world, healed Glimmer and made things right again. When
Frosta joined the other group of princesses who gave She-Ra extra power in
rainbow waves, Frosta had never felt such happiness before. She glowed in a
blue aura, with Perfuma and Glimmer on either side of her.

With victory for the
Rebellion, Glimmer shook Frosta hard with glee, which she did not expect nor
appreciate. Later, Frosta found herself cheering with Perfuma after the rainbow
of power had been unleashed. “We did it!” both of them cheered. “We defeated
them together! Isn’t this wonderful?” She happily hugged Perfuma and she hugged
her back.

*‘So*
this is what friendship is like,’ *Frosta thought. For the*
first time in a while, Frosta truly felt like a kid again.

*‘Mother and Father would be proud of me. If*
only they could see me now!’

As Frosta said her
goodbyes and skated back to her kingdom, she did not know what the future would
hold for her. In the back of her mind, she knew that the Horde was still out
there. They would stop at nothing to conquer the land of Etheria along with the
whole world. Now, she realized that her kingdom would be included on their
list.

Her visit back was met
with celebration and some apprehension. There were still people who could not
accept a mere child ruling their kingdom but they were few and far between. The
castle was now fully cleaned, repaired, and routines were set back in order. It
was the same as it usually was.

Only this time, Frosta
made plans to interact and travel with the Princess Alliance and help out in
any way possible. Even though at times, she still had high expectations of
other people.

No matter what the future
would bring, Frosta would meet it head on like an unyielding glacier. To
herself, she had the audacity to thank the Horde for what they had done. For
without their involvement, Frosta would not have grown stronger and more
resilient. Their attack at the Princess Prom made her want to defeat them more
than ever before. It was a peculiar surge of adrenaline that she formerly, was
not allowed to feel.

Being with her friends
was…freeing. Weird, no doubt, but also freeing.

Frosta smiled as she
hugged Perfuma.

“Yeah! We did things
together! Isn’t this wonderful?”

Deep down inside herself,
Frosta knew she had made the right decision. She would not just honor
tradition…she would expand upon it, alter it to better her kingdom for the good
of her people. It was a daunting task for such a young girl who was so used to
routine…but then again, she was one not to be underestimated.

One thing was certain…her
memories of her new friends would stay frozen in her mind for a long time.

**Season 2**

Time had passed since the Rebellion
had been victorious at the battle for Brightmoon. Frosta had grown more
light-hearted and friendly with the other princesses. She was more than happy
to accompany them on their journey. She liked to imagine herself in large ice
armor smashing through the Horde's robots and creating ice weapons from her
hands. After being secluded in her ice palace and having to learn her
responsibilities for four years as a ruler, she felt a new thrill of freedom
with the others. She felt like she had made friends at last. In contrast to her
previous cold and distant attitude, she has been shown to be reckless and wants
to prove her strength in order to impress the others. She had learned how to be
professional back at the castle, but around the other princesses, a different
side of her appears...one that is enthusiastic, though socially awkward. Due to
her traumatic situation at a young age, and being the youngest princess, she
did not have a normal childhood. However, Adora and the others show her that
it's never too late to make friends and step out of one's comfort zone once in
a while.

Frosta smiled as she pounded her ice
covered fists against one of the Horde bots that had been swarming the frozen
forest. Frosta knocked one robot aside and gasped as another one flew at her.

“Got it,” said Mermista, stopping the
robot with a wave of water and tossing it to the side. Bow lodged an arrow in
the robot, causing it to explode.

Perfuma arrived on the scene, vines
trailing in her wake. “Sorry, Frosta,” she said, feeling bad that she had
accidentally flung the robots high into the air before.

“Wow, flower princesses can’t aim,”
said Mermista with a playful grin.

“I-I’m working on it!” Perfuma
stuttered.

“Look out!” cried Frosta as another
robot appeared.

“Got it!” called Glimmer. The pink
and purple haired girl teleported herself and the bot up into the pink sky. She
kicked the robot down to the ground, where it exploded in a stream of smoke.

“Thanks for dropping in,” said
Glimmer with a grin.

Frosta appeared by Glimmer’s right
side and let lot a loud laugh.

“Dropping in, because you dropped him
from the sky. Good one.”

Frosta slapped Glimmer playfully on
the back, resulting in a glare from her. She rubbed her arm in pain, since
Frosta’s ice hands had hurt. Glimmer wondered off in search of another bot,
Frosta eager to follow.

Glimmer noticed another wondering bot
and summoned a thin purple staff from purple light in her left hand.

“How’d you do that?”

Glimmer noticed Frosta and shouted in
surprise.

Frosta showered her with questions.
“Can you teleport anything you want? Like a cannon? I can make ice
cannonballs.”

“What? No. Just the staff. It was my
dad’s…Ugh. Actually, I was sort of in the middle of something here. Do you
mind?”

A purple beam emerged from Glimmer’s
staff but with a shout, Frosta had impaled the bot with a large ice spike.

“It’s more effective if you hit their
core processing unit,” Frosta explained.

“Ugh. I know,” said a frustrated
Glimmer. “I was about to…”

“Hey. There’s another one. Let’s get
it,” interrupted Frosta. Glimmer groaned as Frosta hurried off.

Eventually, all the bots had been
defeated.

Adora, Bow, and Glimmer walked down
the hall at Brightmoon castle, Glimmer’s home. The other princesses had also
arrived to the Rebellion’s base and were waiting inside the council room with
Queen Angelina.

“You should have seen it,” Glimmer
exclaimed. “With the Moonstone super-charged, I’ve been so much more powerful.
I took out, like, at least five bots,” she bragged.

Bow rolled his eyes from behind her.
“Just like the day before, and the day before that.”

Glimmer turned around and looked at
him. “So? What are we supposed to do? Not fight? We have to protect the woods.
The Horde is going to keep taking ground until it regrows.”

“I know,” said Bow. “But how long can
we keep this up?” He faced Adora.

“Did you learn anything from Light
Hope?”

“Uh…” Adora smiled nervously and
pointed at her sword in her other hand. “Getting way better at transforming my
sword. Look.”

The sword morphed into a golden water
pitcher.

“A pitcher,” said Bow with a nervous
chuckle as Adora gave a small thumbs up. “That’s so useful.”

“We can picnic once the woods
regrow,” said Glimmer.

“We should turn it into a dagger,”
said Frosta eagerly from behind her. Glimmer screamed.

Frosta continued.  “See me take out that bot with daggers?”

“Where did you come from?” asked
Glimmer.

“I’ve been here the whole time,” she
stated.

Glimmer narrowed her eyes at Frosta.
“Well, we have to go. We have an important meeting.”

“The war council?” Frosta asked. “I’m
heading there, too.” She winked and whispered, “Better, hurry, you’re gonna be
late.” She hurried down the hall, went into the room and took her seat.

Glimmer’s eyebrow twitched as Bow
said playfully, “Do we have a new addition to the Best Friend Squad?”

“Shut up,” she replied with a sigh.

The council meeting was about to go
underway.

Perfuma went up to Mermista. “Sorry,
heh, I think that’s my chair.”

“Yeah, don’t you find it helpful to
shift perspectives, sometimes?” Mermista asked, clearly not giving up her seat.

Perfuma’s eye twitched and she
hummed, sitting down on her knees with her hands together, trying to calm
herself. Glimmer, Bow, and Adora entered through the doors.

“Aunt Casta! You made it,” said
Glimmer.

The woman beside Angelina smiled, her
hair in black braids. “I wouldn’t miss it, dearest. The first war room of the
new alliance. How exciting.”

Angelina glanced at her sister.
“Shame you couldn’t be there where the alliance was formed.”

“I knew you’d bring that up…”

“We have a great deal to discuss,”
said Angelina cutting Castaspella off. “Please take your seats.”

Frosta took her spot next to Glimmer
and smiled. Glimmer grunted in response.

Frosta listened as Swiftwind and
Glimmer reported on territories taken by the Rebellion or the Horde. Bow came
up with a plan to capture one of the Horde bots for the possibility of using it
against them. After a while, the queen rose from her chair. “Glimmer, take your
patrol out and capture a bot for Bow to study and carry out his plan,” ordered
Angelina.

Frosta stood in front of Glimmer,
making her flinch. “Commander, I have ideas to improve. First we should all
have code names. I’d like to be Frostbite. And you can be Sparklebomb. Second…”

Glimmer cut her off. “Oh uh, Frosta.
I need you to stay back and help Spinnerella and Netossa guard the castle.
Great, thanks.”

She vanished before Frosta could get
any words out.

With the council dismissed and the
mission in place, Frosta decided that she was going to help Glimmer and the
others. There was no way she’d stay back and miss all the good fighting. As
quietly as she could, Frsota followed the other princesses out the door and
toward the frozen forest.

“Okay,” said Glimmer, pacing back and
forth as the others stood in a line. “We’ll split up to cover the most ground.
“Adora, Bow and I will go east. Mermista and Perfuma, you go west. Swift Wind,
cover the sky and tell s when there’s a bot nearby.”

“And remember, we want an intact
bot,” Bow added.

“What if it’s just like, a little
waterlogged?” asked Mermista.

Perfuma chimed in, “And also covered
in ferns that secrete corrosive poison?”

Frosta jumped out from behind the
white Pegasus. “Or what if it’s totally smashed by my ice hammer?” She formed
an ice hammer from her hand.

“Frosta!” gasped Glimmer. She sighed
and walked fast toward her.

“You’re supposed to be defending the
castle with Netossa and Spinnerella.”

Frosta crossed her arms, already
tired of being told what to do.

“I know I ignored orders, but, no
offence, those orders were wrong. You need me here.”

Glimmer put her hand son her hips.
“You can’t just go running off whenever.”

“But I did,” said Frosta. “And I’m
here now. And I’m not going back.”

“Fine. You can be in Mermista and
Perfuma’s patrol.”

“I’m going with you.”

Glimmer leaned in, angrily. “Don’t
push your luck.” She stomped off, Frosta glaring behind her.

Frosta wondered off with Mermista and
Perfuma and, using her soft padded boots, snuck out of sight. She soon noticed
Adora, Bow, and Glimmer fighting off a larger robot that looked more advanced
than the previous ones.

It wasn’t long before the group was
surrounded by four of the new robots. Now was her chance.

Frosta jumped with her ice fists
ready and landed on top of one of the robots.

She hit the top part of the robot
that held the purple lit camera.

“Frosta!” yelled Glimmer. “Do you
even listen when people tell you things?”

“What?” asked Frosta, still attacking
the bot.

Glimmer waved her staff. “Get away
from that bot!”

“It’s the bot you should be worried
about!” Frosta replied. A metal claw picked up Frosta by her jacket and flung
her over a cliff.

“Frosta!” Glimmer cried as the ice
princess screamed and fell. Teleporting, Glimmer grabbed hold of Frosta in
midair and teleported them to another area before they both hit the ground
hard.

“There you are. We’ve been looking
everywhere for you,” said Perfuma, arriving on a vine.

“Yeah. Everywhere,” Mermista
deadpanned.

Frosta stood up and rubbed her nose,
while Glimmer rubbed her head.

“That was incredibly stupid!” Glimmer
scolded. “You could’ve gotten hurt, or gotten one of us hurt!”

“I was just trying to help,” said
Frosta.

“This is serious, not a game,” said
Glimmer. “You need to stop getting in our way.”

Frosta stared at Glimmer, stunned.
Tears fell from her eyes as she ran off.

“Frosta, wait,” pleaded Glimmer, but
she had already left. Frosta climbed up a rock overlooking the land and sat
down. So apparently, her friends thought of her as nothing more than a burden.
She had wanted to make friends and not feel so lonely as she had for countless
years.

Frosta could hear Glimmer’s feet from
behind her. Frosta turned her head. “Come to yell at me more? I just wanted to
be your friend.”

“By ignoring us and throwing yourself
into danger?” Glimmer asked.

“Sorry, I don’t know how to act.” The
next words she said were painful for her to hear. “I’ve never had any friends
before.” She turned away, head in her arms.

Glimmer teleported next to her and
sat down. Frosta looked up at Glimmer, with a sad look on her face.

“I was eight when I took over the
throne. Kind of hard to make friends when everyone is your sworn subject.”

“I know how you feel,” said Glimmer,
empathetically. “I didn’t have any friends before Bow and Adora.”

“You?” Frosta asked, surprised.
“Figured everyone would wanna be your friend.”

Glimmer chuckled half-heartedly.
“Yeah, definitely not everyone.”

Then glimmer added, “And I’m still
learning how to be a good friend, too.”

They both went silent for a moment,
staring at the ground. Gathering her courage Glimmer turned back to Frosta.
“I’m sorry I yelled. It’s just…I guess you remind me of…me.”

Frosta was not expecting to hear
that. Being more of an introvert and not having the same carefree personality
as Glimmer, comparing herself to the Brightmoon princess would be the last
thing she would consider.

Glimmer continued, “And I can do
really dangerous stuff sometimes.”

“I remind you of you?” asked Frosta,
her eyes big and shining.

Glimmer nodded. Then disgust crept
into her voice. “Ugh. And I even sounded like my mom when I yelled at you.
Please don’t make me to that again.”

“Deal,” said Frosta with a small
smile. Frosta held out her hand. Glimmer was about to shake it, but Frosta
briefly held it back. “Does that mean we’re friends?”

“Yes,” Glimmer answered. “And we…I
could really use your help.”

Relief filled Frosta and she stood
up. “You want me to come back? I knew we’d make a great team. So should I do
ice hammers or daggers? Your right, one of each.” An ice hammer formed in her
left hand and an ice spike from her right.

Glimmer laughed nervously and rolled
her eyes, deciding to go along with it. The two of them climbed down and
hurried after the others.

Frosta noticed the robots crawling
toward the crystal tower and shot some ice underneath their metal legs, causing
them to skid.

“Ice of you to drop in,” she said
with a laugh.

Glimmer teleported her to safety to
avoid an incoming laser. Both girls barreled into the bot and Frsota banged a
large dent in it with her ice fist. “Showed you, bot face.”

Catra charged at the last remaining
robot, landing a punch, which sent it back. Glimmer blasted it back with her
magic.

“You ready ice princess?” asked
Mermista.

“Yeah,” Frosta replied.

Mermista shot water at the bot,
pushing it back against a cliff.

Yes!” Frosta said as she froze the water.

Perfuma held the bot in place with vines.

Bow held a piece of tech in victory
and the princesses cheered.

The princesses watched in amazement
as auras outlined their bodies and the forest magically grew back to normal.
Frosta’s aura was dark blue.

“Whoa. Did we do that?” asked Frosta,
looking around.

The answer was a clear yes.

Frosta laughed and hugged Glimmer.

Later, the girls were back at BrightMoon
castle. Frosta relaxed as Glimmer brushed her short blue hair.

“So, we’re okay now the woods are
growing back, right?” Frosta asked.

“Light Hope says there’s still a lot
to fix, but at least it won’t be as easy for the Horde to attack us.”

Frosta looked at Glimmer. “Thanks
again for saving me, you know, after that bot threw me off the cliff.”

“Friends stick together. No princess
left behind,” replied Glimmer. Adora held Frsota’s hand and the three of them
laughed.

During another day, Frosta and
Mermista met with the others during a battle plan.

“Mermista said you were
playing. We wanna join,” said Frosta.

“Ugh. We’re in the middle
of a very serious planning session,” sighed Adora.

“We have lots of ideas
for plans,” Perfuma added.

“Aren’t you on watch
right now?” Glimmer asked.

Adroa groaned. “But only
if you’re serious…”

“I’m sitting next to
Glimmer!” Frosta said joyfully as she sat down.

“I have ideas,” Frosta
said. “Staring with we punch them!”

One by one, all the
members fantasized battle plans, each with their unique twists. In Bow’s
fantasy, Catra turned into a purple mountain lion.

“Wait, she can do that?”
Frosta asked.

“No,” said Bow. “But I
ran out of figures and only have this left, so she can now.”

Perfuma then began
talking about using a plant golem to take down the tower.

Then Mermista fantasized
about having She-Ra’s powers, holding a trident and calling herself “Sea-Ra.”

Frosta interrupted
Perfuma. “The Winter’s Bane needs no help from a plant.”

Frosta imagined herself
in full body ice armor similar to a transformer. The enemies were frozen in her
ice. Frosta spoke in a dramatic voice.

“My enemies know me as
Frostbite Winter’s Bane. My friends call me Bane. That is, if I had any. But no
one comes close to the Winter’s Bane! She’s got a board sword that enhances
strength plus three. Her finishing move is the Snowstrike.”

She pointed to a sketch
of her character.

“What’s that pink blob?”
asked Mermista.

“Her sidekick, Glimmer.”

The group continued
talking, with Frosta adding her own ideas. “Frostbite uses Snowstrike to encase
the tower in ice, then crack it, kapow!”

“Frostbite smashes the
wall,” Frosta exclaims.

“The ice armor cracks as
you hit stone.”

The group then began
talking about Catra.

Frosta disagreed with
Perfuma and said, “No, no, no, she’s more like ‘I love ruining parties.’”  She imagined a drunk Catra holding a glass of
wine, with sunglasses.

Adora soon began worrying
that the Horde would defeat them and was about to give up. Her friends gave her
words of encouragement.

“The Winter’s Bane stands
with you. Also, me, Frosta stands with you. I can’t tell if we’re still in
character.”

The princesses soon
launched their improvised attack on the tower, Perfuma staring with her plant
golem. Frosta encased the cannons in ice.

“Yay, Frosta!” cheered
Perfuma.

Frosta’s arms, hands, and
chest were covered in ice armor. “This is colder than I thought, but not a
problem.”

She charged through the
line of Horde robots, knocking them over the wall with her ice fists.
“Snowstrike!” She knocked two robots down and then a third.

“Huh?”

One of her hands was free
from the ice, but water splashed on it, making ice appear again.

“Thanks, Mermista!”
Frosta called.

“You mean Sea-Ra,
Princess of the Oceans!” She conjured up a wave that splashed throughout the
tower.

Adora, Mermista, Perfuma
and Frosta yelled their battle cries.

“Charge!”

“I am Sea-Ra!”

“Plant magic!”

“The Winter’s Bane!”

The princesses were soon
glowing and knocked off Scorpia and the other Horde soldiers. The Rebellion
swiped down the red Horde flag and cheered.

**Season 3**

Perfuma, Mermista, and Queen Angella analyzed
the holographic map on the round table in front of them. Over toward the back
of the chamber, Frosta stood by a map, sticking another smaller map into place
with an icicle. Netossa and Spinerella watched intently. They were all trying
to come up with another way to defeat the Horde.

Mermista gasped and fell
backwards out of her chair, when an exhausted Glimmer and Bow appeared with
Huntara.

“You’re already here.
Perfect,” said Glimmer nervously.

Mermista picked herself
up. “Yeah, where have you been?”

She glanced over at the
lavender skinned warrior. “Is this some new She-Ra form?”

“No. This is Huntara,”
Glimmer explained. “She’s the leader of the Crimson Waste. Or was.”

Huntara observed the map
with fascination and swiped at the image with her hand, a child-like expression
on her face. SwiftWind arrived and pushed her out of the way.

Glimmer continued. “Uh,
we don’t have time to get into it. We need to get to the Fright Zone.”

“The world doesn’t stop
just because you aren’t here,” Angella warned. “We have been planning our
attack on the Horde.”

“That’s a relief,” added
Bow. “Because Catra kidnapped Adora.”

Everyone gasped,
including Frosta, Netossa, and Spinerella, who turned around.

“The Horde has Adora?”
Angella asked.

“Which also means they can
open a portal because they have her sword,” Glimmer explained.

“What? I don’t
understand…”

“There’s no time.”

“Glimmer, slow down…”

“We need to get to the
Fright Zone now,” Glimmer spoke in urgency.

“We?” asked Angella. “You
are not going anywhere until you explain.” She stood up and unfurled her white
transparent wings. “Glimmer, outside. Now.”

Frosta continued
observing her maps, as Glimmer and Angella walked outside, the doors closing
behind them.

When their conversation
was over, Frosta and the others rushed from their hiding spot behind the doors.
Several of the princesses whistled innocently, like they had not been
eavesdropping.

Later on that night,
Perfuma, Frosta and Mermista used their powers to hoist themselves onto the
raised platform. Perfuma got up using vines, Mermista via a rising wave of
water, and Frosta, via ice.

“What do you think you’re
doing?” Mermista asked.

Glimmer summoned her
staff into her hand. “Don’t try to stop us. This is the only way to save
Adora.”

“We’re not trying to stop
you. We wanna come with you,” Perfuma said.

Mermista smirked. “We
could do the whole “you can’t come with us, it’s too risky” thing…”

Frosta stepped up. “Or
you could just accept that we are coming. Because we are.”

Shadow Weaver spoke from
behind. “A larger group will be a disadvantage. I won’t…”

Mermista interrupted her,
pointing at her. “We’re calling the shots. You’re gonna have to make that thing
bigger, weird, scary lady.”

Reluctantly, Shadow
Weaver complied.

“Quickly now,” she urged.

She spread out tendrils
of dark purple magic from her hands and down below, the complex circle of
symbols and shapes lit up.  Shadow Weaver
made another symbol in the air, identical to the symbol on the ground. She
extended her hand through the small hole, beckoning Glimmer to take it.

After a brief hesitation
and a deep breath, Glimmer’s hand grasped hers.

The moment their hands
touched, dark purple power swirled around the area, the energies of the Black
Garnet and the Moonstone converging. It wasn’t long before all the group
members were transported into the heart of the Fright Zone.

“We did it. I did it. Oh
that was amazing,” Glimmer exclaimed, jumping for joy.

“Hmm,” said Bow in
thought. “Kind of figured Hordak’s sanctum would be way scarier and not so
empty.”

“Yeah no,” Mermista
added. “Decorating is not their strongest suit.”

“We aimed for Hordak’s
sanctum, but obviously, we missed,” said Shadow Weaver. “We’re not far. Stay
behind me. And try to be quiet.”

The door opened to reveal
a blue skinner reptile humanoid, holding a blue cup in his hands. All the
princesses and Bow turned around. The Horde cadet dropped his cup in shock,
spilling the rocky and sloppy contents on the ground.

“We have to go,” called Shadow
Weaver, pushing a button and opening a metal door.

“I’ll hold her off,” said
Perfuma, before Mermista, Bow, Glimmer, and Frosta hurried after the sorceress.

As the group ran, the
door ahead opened up, revealing Lonnie and Rogelio. Glimmer stood, conjuring
balls of glittery light in her hands. Frsota already had formed ice fists
around her hands.

Lonnie pulled a lever,
sounding the alarm before pulling out a stun weapon. Rogelio roared and
charged.

Mermista walked forward,
pulling water from beneath a sewer grate to the right. “My turn. I didn’t
almost drown in these sewers for nothing.”

Frosta strode forward. “I
want in.”

She waved her hand and
Mermista’s water turned into shards of ice. Mermista fired them at Rogelio and
Lonnie, catching their hands and legs in ice.

“We’ll keep them busy.
Go,” Mermista called. Mermista and Frosta stayed behind to fight off incoming
soldiers while Glimmer, Bow, and shadow Weaver disappeared down another
corridor.

She-Ra walked through the
portal. In one strike of her sword, she broke it and the machine collapsed.

“Adora!” shouted Glimmer
and Bow, both running over and embracing her in a hug. All of their eyes shone
with tears.

“See? We told you, you
could do it,” mentioned Glimmer.

“Who hoo!” Frosta
cheered. “Yes, we did it. We did it.”

Frosta ran over and
hugged Adora as Perfuma and Mermista also joined in.

“Touching as this is, we
need to go,” Shadow Weaver cut in. “Now.”

She held out her hand.
Glimmer stepped forward and took it. The others let go of Adora and took their
positions. The black power swirled around them, transporting them back to the
raised platform where the Moonstone resided.

Everyone laughed and
shouted with joy; Perfuma even hugging a stiff unamused Shadow Weaver.

“We did it,” said Bow,
lifting Glimmer up and carrying her around.

“Did we do it?”

“We did it,” Glimmer
assured. “I’m probably going to be grounded for the rest of my life, but
reality is back to normal.” Bow gently put Glimmer down.

“Speaking of which, I
guess I should go find my mom. Maybe she’ll be so happy to see me that she’ll
forget about grounding me.”

Adora slowly walked over
to Glimmer, head lowered, and silent.

“Adora, what is it?”
Glimmer asked in confusion.

Adora transformed out of
her She-Ra form and embraced her in a somber hug. Glimmer knew then what she
was telling her.

Adora started to cry.
“Angella, she…she stayed behind. She…she saved us.”

Tears pooled in Glimmer’s
eyes. Frosta and the others gathered around, comforting Glimmer and Adora.