Edward was consumed by flaming rage against his world. He had been born too different as a child. Too happy. This was deemed a massive threat to the kingdom's customs and security. His parents had sought to correct this with discipline, but no matter how much his father the king beat him he would not change. So things escalated into trips to crystal kids boot camp with the other mentally ill children, torture, and hunting trips to man him up. Soon the kingdom's woods were empty from the mass slaughter of animals to learn the boy, but the eldest heir still remained a national embarrassment. Neither the killing or torture of men, women, or children could make him into a proper man.

Years later and the Prince had slayed his father, he would soon do the same to all those who shared his blood. They would be purged, and instead of him being the one who was bent to their authority and customs he had already turned the tables. If only they had shown him a level of basic respect as a child this all could have all been avoided.

“You can stuff them together into some kind of scene” he told the taxidermist.

“Yes king” said the plump man covered in filth.

He stood over a table inspecting the bodies of the yeti, and failed assassin in the freezer room.

Edward left the room with the confident stride of a killer. It was time to visit his mother one final time, before he returned to the real world for a final mission of genocide. He motioned to his loyal men waiting outside.

“Let's ride,” he said.

The convoy of sleds took off at once as the king whipped his dogs. The curtains behind his eyes had long been shut off. Now all the world would see was what it had trained him to be. The new king's music played to drive them, distorted guitar that sounded like a rabid dog set to drums and the recorded screams of his enemies.

They took off from the base camp en route back to the Queens crystal castle. There she lay on her throne a pile of bones, from crystal abuse and lack of food. Snaggy observed with one eye peeking around the corner to her slumber.

“Queen, queen” he meekly muttered.

She remained asleep, forcing the jester to become more bold and finally enter the throne room.

“QUEEEN!” he finally screamed.

She weakly lifted her pale face showing burned out eyes. Snaggy couldn’t help making a face, but she evidently did not notice.

“WHAT? Can’t you see I'm resting fool” she gasped.

“The prince is heading here, your plans to finally kill him have failed, and a lot of other of your plans have as well on Tenare” said Snaggy.

"Don't let him in here, instruct the guards to capture or kill on site" she said, getting up just enough to do a line and sinking back into the throne.

"Very well" said the Jester gulping as he left to become a general along the outside walls of ice.

Nearby the sleighs carrying the artillery had been positioned behind the tree line. The King's men dialed the napalm cannons into range of the ice castle. This plan had been set in motion much longer than today. Edward stared into the ever present moon to try and guess the time. Time which his mother did not have much of. With a wave of his hand the guns began to rain onto the fortress.

Inside the fire, and oil spread after it exploded coating the Queen’s men caught in the crossfire. The large structure of ice rocked, as Snaggy ran two and fro in a mad dash to keep the men on the walls in order. One wall had already collapsed in the center. The fool took a running leap just clearing the gap. The men had fled their rotating cannons, so Snaggy removed his whip and chased after them into the keep. Eventually dragging out enough to keep up the defense.

Edward had always been a fan of a backdoor. In this case his infiltrators played cards in the dungeon waiting for the shots to calm. They drank schlock, and laughed at the screams above. The Queen had proven not to be able to handle her crystals. King Edward was too ruthless to fail, and they worshiped him for it. He would be their leader to burn down the useless royal family who where just as cruel but far more lazy and hypocritical. The new government would at least give them the chance for those without the royal genes to have some power.

The Queen had been sobered enough by the explosions to get up. She had hobbled down the freezing hall shivering with each step. She was in a present enough state of mind to know a slip and fall would break a very frail figure. Eventually making it to the teleportation room where the last Elf here waited behind the control panel.

"Hurry hurry" she cried a mess from the pad.

Above and around here a mass of wires ran all connecting to the large teleportation crystal aimed above her head.

"Teleports too hot" the Elf said with neither expression nor emotion as most do.

"I didn't pay you to teleport all your friends out of here first and lock me out until you finished!" she cried stamping her foot down.

"Too bad unless you've educated yourself on the science of this stuff " said the elf turning a knob at the same time with his fingers.

"BOOM!"

A large explosion yet rocked just outside the corridor. Then the cry of men going to war could be heard. Screams, shouts and metal on metal.

"Hurry" cried the Queen her eyes lighting up for the first time in a long time with genuine emotion.

Fear.

The door opened, and Edward entered covered in blood. He smiled with red dripping from his fangs and cutting crystal hook.

"Hello mother" he called to her wiping off the hook on a jacket of clubbed baby seals.

His sharpener right arm gave off a lense flair.

She wobbled and collapsed onto the floor. He approached the husk of a women, and noticed her hair had gone white as snow in a split second.

Edward knew that he had become a King now it was time for him to become Emperor of Tenare.