Chapter 5: Resolution
A cold, dry wind blew throughout the ruined ice palace. When Remer exploded, he ruined the palace, the only home his snow women ever knew, and left them exposed to the elements.
The once grand ice palace was now a shattered, icy wasteland, with the remnants of its once majestic walls scattered across the frozen landscape. The snows, only recently stayed, had been wet and sludgy, building on to the snow women and causing their bodies to swell and bloat. Freya, in particular, was growing into quite the womanly snowball, her form growing almost spherical, with large breasts. She liked her new form, only so much as it reminded her of her beloved master, but she was still displeased with Anya.
"You're a monster, Anya. You killed him." Freya's voice was laced with anger and betrayal.
"His fate was sealed the second his feet no longer touched the ground. He would swell larger and larger until he burst anyway. I just sped up the process." Anya replied coldly.
Freya didn't reply, she crossed her arms on her round, snow ball belly, covering her generous chest and glared at Anya.
Anya sighed, her eyes flicking to the remnants of Remer's exploded body. "He was a monster, Freya. He created us, yes, but he also controlled us, used us. He was a tyrant, and he deserved to be stopped."
Freya scoffed, "He was our master. He gave us life. He loved us."
Anya's expression softened, "He loved us in his own way, Freya. But that love was twisted, it was possessive, it was controlling. He couldn't see us as anything more than his playthings, his toys."
Freya remained unmoved.
"Well, I'm getting round and fat. Does that mean you're gonna blow me up until I burst too?" Freya asked. Anya shot a look at her, and felt a twinge of lust at the thought.
"You're getting round and fat, Freya. It's not a bad look on you. But no, I won't blow you up. You're still useful to me."
"What If I wanted you too?" Freya asked sheepishly.
Anya raised an eyebrow, her eyes flicking over Freya's round, snowball belly and generous chest. "You want me to what, Freya?" she asked, a hint of amusement in her voice. Freya blushed, her eyes darting to the side. "You know, to... to feed me. To make me grow. Like you did with... with Remer." Anya's expression hardened at the mention of Remer's name. "I am not Remer, Freya. I will not use you like he did." Freya's eyes widened, a look of panic crossing her face. "No, no, that's not what I meant! I just... I just want to feel... Big."