Frigus Ingis ~ Some Pieces of Writing ~ Revamped!

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Hello!

If you haven't heard, this is a small thread holding a collection of stories and poems. I'm currently trying to win a certain character, so I started creating his world. This includes my representation, Aauntaca (Aa for short and also known as Terra Grace in modern times), a mysterious character named Autumn, and Matilda, a strange chinchilla.
This all takes place in the Artic Circle, the North Pole. When I discovered this work of art by The Royal Mirage, I found muse. This is what has come from that spark.

Table of Contents
1) You are HERE! Includes:
• Introduction - This gives you some references and background information.
• Table of Contents - You are currently reading!
• References - A few pictures, threads, and people to help you understand this world!

2) A Collection of Poems. Includes:
• Warmth - This basically tells you about Frigus's past, his upbringing.
• A Visitor to the Cold - This poem tells about the meeting of Frigus and Aauntaca.

3) Another One, Lost. Includes:
• Another One, Lost - A short story about the meeting of Frigus and Aa.

4) Cold Trails ~ A Novella ~ Part 1 Includes:
• Cold Trails Chapter 1 - The first chapter to a novella about Aa and Frigus, in modern times. Told from the point of view of Autumn.

5) Cold Trails ~ Chapter 2 - 3 Includes:
• Cold Trails Chapter 2 - Once Autumn steps though the looking glass, and finds herself in a different form? Follow her, and meet Matilda.
• Cold Trails Chapter 3 - Autumn stumbles upon a love, that can't be broken. But she funds herself in a predicament.

6) Cold Trails ~ Chapter 4 Includes:
• Cold Trails Chapter 4 - The exciting end to Part 1 of Cold Trails. Beware of a frightful twist, that will have you begging for more.

7) The End...To the Beginning Includes:
• The End to the Beginning - A short poem about the end of Part 1. This will be the only link to the next chapter.

8) Coming Soon... Part 2 of Cold Trails Preview! Includes:
• Part 2 Preview! - So are you hooked? Tired of the cliffhanger? If you're ready for more, I will hopefully get to finish this fun story!


References:
Deity-Related Links
• God of Winter Adoption Thread

• Adopt-A-Deity Thread

• The Royal Mirage User

Character Art
• Frigus Ingis (My Version)

• Aauntaca (Aa) / Terra Grace

• Autumn (Duals as Krystal from another story)

• Matilda the Artic Chinchilla

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Warmth
Lost cub in the white,
Alone the cold wind must blow,
Warmth in the white frost.

He does stand alone,
Hope has gone with the fire,
Here is the winter.

Here he is tonight,
Soon indeed the storms will go,
Warmth in frigid lost.


A Visitor to the Cold
A girl, with tricky steps, stumbles through the snow.
Young, and shy, she looks for warmth.
Her attempts are misplaced.
And she walks alone.

A god, so proud, marches across the tundra.
Aged, and proud, he has nothing to fear.
His heart seeks hearth.
And he walks alone.

The sight of a friend.
The girl responds with a shout.
The god studies with interest.
A visitor to the cold.

Warmth is what they seek.
A friend for her.
A companion for him.
They walk alone.

A quest for fire.
That leads to cold flames.
Will they understand.
They walk alone.

A call in the frost.
She meets him with courage.
He refuses to be afraid.
A visitor to the cold.

Together.
Will they be better.
A friend, a hearth.
They won't ever walk alone.

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Another One, Lost
Me?
I'm here, lost in the snowy tundra. Alone once again. The wind is blowing, and I fall, as if someone has pushed me down. Snow crunches under my arms, splattering my furry attire with cold water. It's terribly frigid, but I do not mind. Not one bit.
I get to my feet once more, trying to dust the white powder from my curly brunette hair. My gloves are too big though, and only manage to make me feel colder. I shiver once more, sniffling and sneezing. My eskimo clothing is made out of warm fur, but I am still frosty.
You may ask, why I waddle through the endless artic, alone? It's because I look for a companion, a home, a place in tis world. Guess where it led me? To the Artic Tundra, where I walk alone. Each day I get farther and farther, knowing there is something to be found. And here is what I stumble upon.
I happen to see a shadowy silhouette, merely a figure against the gray sky. Immediately, a freak blizzard swirls around me, and I can't see him anymore. I've heard about these strange storms, random and fast. They ensnarl you, until you finally are given no choice, but to go back the way you came. But I'm not going to give up.
Perseverance gave me a bit of warmth as I continued to shuffle forth. I'm not sure if I'm still going forward, because the wind is playing with me like a cat with a mouse. But I still swerve through the white mess. And then, I am falling.
Did I fall off the edge of the world? No, the Earth is a sphere. But I am falling, falling, far down. Probably a burrow, but what would tunnel this deep straight down? The world is a gray, and I search for something to grab onto, something familiar. It seems like I'm falling through a tunnel, but suddenly it's like I'm falling onto the tundra once more.
What the- Help! I think desperately, my eyes widening with terror. I look around, when my eyes lock with a face. The face of a polar bear, his eyes an teal-aqua. He has silver armor, with purple jewels, and teal-gray markings. But I am locked in his gaze, pleading for mercy, searching the icy depths of his bottomless eyes. And then, the world is black.
*****
Now, you might be wondering if I'm dead. I am asking myself the same question. Huh, my life hasn't even flashed before me. Is that good, or bad? Hm. Well, there's something gray, no, white up ahead. I'm sorry dear reader, but I believe this is where we part ways. I believe it is that famed 'Light at the end of the tunnel,'. Goodbye.
*****
Wind whistles through my ears, which are cold as icicles. I'm dead, but how am I cold? A sound, a painful sound, hits my ears, and I fight the urge to scream. Are my ears bleeding? Impossible, I'm dead. Am I?
With extreme pain, I cautiously open my eyes, feeling every inch of my body being lit in a fire, then cooled like ice. It is too fast to hurt, but I feel sick.
What I see before me is the polar bear. He stands above my crumpled body, which is covered in snow. Like a white tomb, except my face peaks out. I am able to do a quick observation of my surroundings, which seems to be a burrow in the snow. And then, he speaks.
His voice is low, hitting my ears like icy winds, yet the sound itself is like melting snow. Beautiful pain. "You wake," I manage a slight nod, before catching sight of my skin. It is almost as white as the snow, tinged blue, several shades darker then my usually tan color. Above me, I notice a sheet of ice, as if the cave was made from frozen water. My face reflects above, my hair tinged blue as well, and my eyes no longer brown, but a gray.
This scares me, but I am unable to think before he speaks again.
"Pardon my speak, English is not my first tongue," He pauses, as if he is trying to come up with his next words. This gives me a moment to guess that he is using telepathic speaking, for his mouth does not move. And tongue? He must mean language.
Suddenly, the cold of my surroundings hits me, as if I've been numb to it. The feeling makes me feel dead, yet I'm alive. My eyes close, my body frigid and stiff in pain. I try to open my eyes, but it's like they are frozen shut. The pain becomes unbearable, until heat takes over my body.
I am fire, my body is the sun itself. I manage to open my eyes, and I see myself in the icy looking glass once more. My hair has turned a russet color, and my eyes are brunette again. My skin is dark tan again, before the cool artic wind comes once more.
This time, it is like a nice breeze on a hit summer day, welcoming. I am able to relax, feeling my fragile existence strengthen. My vision clears, and I am a girl of the ice again. My hair, eyes, and skin. I manage to look back at the polar bear, suddenly feeling the strange aura that he seems to radiate.
"You tried to go again. The winds are wild, it is difficult to stop cold. So I take all cool from your body, and you return," he states, as if trying to understand his ways himself. I infer he's trying to explain the waves of heat and frost, like sun and moon.
"Also use sound, wakes you first time," His words in my head are broken up, as he tries to pronounce correctly. I remember the shocking sound that hit my eardrums when I first woke up. Painful yes, but helpful.
"I am Frigus, God of the Winter," These words are more proud, as if he knows his introduction in all language. I remember the stories the Eskimos told me, the god of the cold. Frigus Ingus is his full name, 'Cold Fire'. When he doesn't continue, I decide to respond shakily.
"Hello, I am Rashel," My name is actually Rachel, but my shivering makes my words small and hard to understand. But he knows my name, I can tell. I realize that the strange aura was actually his God aura, which many gods seem to have. I've never met any, but this is what I have been told.
For a little bit, we study each other. I actually watched myself as well, mystified by my blue, icy presence. Maybe it's the fact that I have found this god, that my appearance has changed. I have heard of tales, telling of the shift of attire, but never the complete change of aspect.
Was this my purpose? To find this lost bear in the snow? I don't know, maybe it is just another stepping stone. But something inside tells me (Maybe hope) that this is something that will last.

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Cold Trails
"Autumn! We only have a month left! Get into the attic and start packing!" I groaned, setting down the DVD Player. The odd machine still intrigued me, and I loved watching it. But my new movies would have to wait, I had to continue packing for the move.
"Will all of the stuff fit on the plane?" I called to my dad as I ran up,t of my room onto the cold tundra. The lovely Artic air chilled my bones, but I was basically immune to it now, since I was born and raised here. Dad called it a gift, Mum had called it Luck of Ignis. I never found out what it meant, before she had died of a virus strain.
It had killed the most of the village, others moving away. Leaving me, dad, and Sacronair. But I called my grandfather Sam, despite his pleas. I had only said his true name twice, when I was young, and before he died a couple weeks ago.
"No," My dad responded, poking his head out of Reyka's old home. It was where we kept our boxes of stuff we didn't use that often, so we packed up early. "It'll be left here for the snow to reclaim," his voice was mystical, ghostly even. I frowned, and headed towards Sam's house.
We used the older shack as our attic, because grandpa was a pack rat. He kept all the old artifacts that he had collected from the tribes nearby, as they journeyed towards civilization. The small village of Homilygre was the final resting place before you reached the place where planes come and go. Sam called it the Nest of Gray Birds, but we knew they were not birds, but machines.
I opened the door, made of mended wood. It was quite a gruesome sight, the junk, but I dragged in the boxes anyway. I unfolded the first one, and began sifting through the trash, looking for anything worth saving. I knew Sacornair would have been mad, leaving the snow behind. He had told us about the years the snow had seen, the homeland of 'The Frigus'.
My dad had said it was all mumbo jumbo, but my mother practically worshipped her father-in-law. She had listened to the tales of woe he would spin, telling of Aauntaca and Frigus.
To me, it sounded like the Greek/Roman/Egyptian Gods they taught in the books my relatives have sent me. I love reading, but the Artic doesn't have many authors. To be exact, none. So my relatives in the warmer parts of the earth - my mother's family - sent us presents from time to time, books, even the DVD Player I was watching earlier. Usually the stuff is old, that they no longer need, but it's like treasure to us.
All of these thoughts went through my head as I worked through the piles, setting aside the things we wouldn't need, packing away what we did. Finally I had one small room left, my grandfather's study. I had been in there once, when he tried to teach me about the gods, but I had disagreed, and fled to my studies.
Cautiously, I pushed open the little door, peeking in. It was a dimly lit room, the only light coming through a crack in the far wall that connected with the main room. A small wooden desk sat towards a corner, tiny statues lined across it. A small open cabinet revealed few books, most looking yellow and useless. And at the farthest corner of the room was a small wooden chest, unlocked.
I set down the last box I had, and went to the book shelf first. Most of the books were leather, string, and a paper substitute, the ink unreadable or washed away. But a few were readable, written by Sam himself. I tucked those into the box, and moved towards the desk.
The little wooden statues were figures, with beautiful detail. One was a polar bear, another a snowshoe hare. A deer, and a wolf. There were a few unrecognizable animals, and some humans, even a strange feline creature. But I could not seem to tear my gaze from one.
It was small, no bigger than my palm, carved from a dark wood. It was a small person, a girl I believe, who seemed to be punching the air before her with a single arm. Something about her seemed, familiar.
I shoved all the figurines into the box, figuring I would get some good money for them. But I tucked the one of the girl into the pocket of my snowsuit, and moved to the chest.
It was about the length of my arm, only up to my knees. I squatted down, peering at the latch, before lifting the top curiously. Inside, was a golden cylinder.
It was wide on one end, with a blue glass dome. It got smaller to the other end, which also had glass on it. Kaleidoscope A thought burst into my head, and I was positive it was the namely the object. I lifted the kaleidoscope, feeling possessed as I lifted the smaller end to my eye. Something clicked.
A little knob began to turn beside one of my hands, making me want to spring away from the thing. But I was watching the blue and white colors swirl inside the golden tube, listening to the mystical song of the machinery. It sounded like a tune Sam used to sing to me when I was younger, and an unpleasant feeling built inside of me.
As I watched the glassy colors swirl in a snowy scene, it started to look more real. With each click of the tube, I seemed to be coming closer to looking at a real snowy landscape. I saw two snowy shapes in the distance of the scene, coming closer, and closer.
Suddenly, my world blinked out, and the darkness swallowed me.

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So, there I was, swimming in the blank world of unconsciousness. Autumn Magnolia Lanford, residing to the darkness of the world. Was I dead? Surely not, though I couldn't be sure. And then, light, precious blinding light, filtered in, cutting apart the shadowy place.
My eyes opened to the roof of the snow cave, looking up at the looking glass of ice. I looked normal, but my attire had changed, a light fur coat and jeans. But surprisingly, the cold hadn't set in, highly unusual. My body, unwillingly, started to move.
Most people, when they move, they don't have to think about. They just, you know, instinctly walk or function in a way that helps them achieve the action their mind has set them with. So when I got up and started walking towards the opening, I instantly started to backpedal. No effect.
"Wait!" I thought frantically, trying to control my limbs. "I want to go back! I want to go lie down! St-"
"Stop!" The thought was projected into my mind, as of someone had said it aloud. I managed to look around, and spotted a chinchilla, of all creatures, in my hand. My controlled robot self seemed to be studying it, a few of my other half's thoughts drifting in to my head (half head?). What a nice day, isn't it?
I also observed the chinchilla, trying to figure what to make of it. It was small, a dark gray, with lighter gray markings. I was pondering on its survival in the Artic, when suddenly, it's nose twitched, and more thoughts reached my brain.
You can't stop her, you must just learn. Don't try to resist, you must learn about your predecessor. My name is Matidocraymetoy, but you can call me-
"Matilda!" I thought to the strange creature, grinning inwardly. I had recently seen the movie my aunt had sent me, and I loved the little magical girl. Not only the name of the chinchilla, but the strange aura and magic of her reminded me of the character.
"No, but- You know, let's just go with that. I shall be your guide in this realm, so do just what I say. Aauntaca can't hear what I say to you, but she can hear thoughts that you force-give her. Telepathically, of course." The rodent's mind-voice reminded me of a young girl, maybe slightly higher pitch.
"Aauntaca? As in the girl from the stories my grandfather used to tell?" I asked, confused by the similar name.
"Indeed child, the name of Frigus's wife. He named Antartica after her, you know. Speaking of the god, here he is now!" I managed to pull my gaze from the chinchilla, to spot a lean, yet muscular polar bear trudging towards us.
He was large, a foot or two taller than I, who appeared to be a full-grown version of my teenage self. He had teal markings along his face, and icy blue-gray armor along his back and face. He also had sleeves of snow along his legs, that joined with trails of the white fluff along the ground.
"Hello Aauntaca!" Frigus Ignis greeted me telepathically.


Matilda briefed me on the two as they talked, filling me in on the nformation I would need. But I couldn't help but listen to Frigus and Aa - Aa is her nickname, awesome right? - who seemed happy in each other's presence. It was kind of amazing, how well they talked together. It was like they understood each other, through and through, like they were invisibly connected.
"They aren't in love, you know." Marilda's voice broke through my thoughts.
"Okay, be Matilda, what kind of sentence was that? And was that supposed to be dramatic?" I've always wanted to be a writer, and I was constantly correcting my dad. He hated it to no end.
"I'm sorry, even goddesses have trouble in other forms you know! I'm fighting the urge to go off and eat grass!" she grumbled back to me. I had never thought about Matilda being a goddess.
"Okay then, two. Why aren't they in love? They are obviously meant to be!"
"Yes, but unfortunately, they can't be together. It's against the law of the council for a bonded mortal and an immortal god to fall in love. Aa doesn't know this, so don't tell her. But it's for their own good, when Aa dies, Frigus will be alone once more. The years they would have spent together are small compared to a god's lifespan. There's really no hope,"
I take a moment to let it sink in.
"Who is the council anyways?"
"The Council of the Seasons. It includes the gods and goddesses of Summer, Autumn, Winter, and Spring, personified. They are the ones who help decide on the laws of the gods. And on Winter Solstice, Spectrum, the goddes of Creation, occasionally comes to the meeting as well. They meet one each season. Their is one tonight."
Just as Matilda finishes, I hear Frigus talking again.
"I've got to go to the council in a few moments. I must arrive early since its winter. I'll be back tomorrow,"
Auauntaca nods, and they set off back to the Ice House, the place I awoke in. As we get there, Aa rushes forward, and slides down into the cave. She reaches to an indent on the cave, where two cups were fashioned from wood. She hands Frigus one, and I realize the are piping hot.
The tea tastes good, but my mind was elsewhere as snow started to fall outside.

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I can be pretty impatient, curious too. So when Aa just stood there, watching Frigus, I couldn't help myself.
"I don't advise playing with fate, it can be dangerous," Matilda reminded me, but I had to ignore her. I had to focus. How was I going to do this? I couldn't be sure, but here goes nothing...
"Aauantaca," I say telepathically to her, forcing my thoughts into here head. "Go after him, you have to find out what's up," She kind of nodded, agreeing with that voice in her head.
I could barely see Frigus Ignis through the blizzard that blazed through the tundra. Aa started off, running fast against the wind. Bitter snow pierced her face, wind slicing strands of hair. He was pretty fast, but our speed and determination quickened our step. A d then, his feet sloped up into the wind.
Huh? I thought, watching his paws start up an invisible slope. As we got closer, he got higher, onto a stream of stars. He was heading into the clouds, to the true realm of the gods. Aa paused for a moment, trying to understand how she could follow. Surely we couldn't climb the path of his falling stars?
Aauntaca was determined. With only the slightest hestitation, she grabbed onto the lowest star with bare hands. The surface was so light, and so hot that it felt cold. A cold that chilled right to the bone, and left you begging for a warm breeze.
But Aa had always been immune to cold, so she was able to climb more. It was like monkey bars, except you had to swing yourself, using your momentum to bring you higher up. Soon the ground was a pale landscape, as we neared the snow clouds. I felt about ready to wither away, when we reached the highest star.
And there we dangled, over fifty feet above the tundra. Aa held onto the star with a death grip, swinging back and forth. With a spring of momentum, she threw herself onto the cloud. We landed in a face plant, mouth full of cold snow. We lay there for a moment, exhausted. When I felt her determination drop, I whispered to her. "You have to keep going,"

Why I had urged Aauntaca to go? I have no idea. Curiosity? Internal instinct? Paranormal experience? This is what I asked myself. An urge inside me, maybe Aa too, lifted us from the cloud pillow and ushered us forward, into the mist.
The cold nipped at us, laending chills down my spine. I had never been one to feel the frigid air, but up here it was frozen. Even Aa, who hadn't felt the cold in the Artic, was shivering. We trekked across the gray landscape for a couple minutes, going about a mile. That's when I (we) saw a dark shape in the distance.
It was a large building, looking like a court. It was a square, each face with steps and columns before a large door. The side we headed towards was a bright white, reminding me of winter. A mound of snow led up the steps, and we both knew Frigus had entered.
On the corners of the building, an invisible line seemed to be drawn. On the left, the landscape was bizarrely covered in trees, piles of colorful leaves gathered. A breeze ruffled the autumn scene, beautifully drawn together.
On the right, a green landscape shown. Flowers littered the ground in delicate patterns, circles, blossoming with joy. Everything seemed balanced, just right, lovely indeed. I could feel a warm breeze caress my face just looking at the spring plain. I couldn't see the farthest side, but I could tell it would be summer.
"This is the Hall for the Council of Gods. They have started their meeting. Go in and listen, you have made it this far already,"

"It can't happen Frigus! You were the one who wanted the law to be passed, and now you regret your decision. It is too late, and she will have to be killed. Too much has passed between you and her, we must end this now."

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The End to the Beginning
Now this is the day,
A tomb was dug so deep,
For dear Aauntaca to lay,
Caught in eternal sleep.

A frigid wind broke her heart,
The snow froze what was left,
Love adjoined them, and set them apart,
But love that shall be kept.

Among the barren snow,
And through the icy sea,
A place no one should know,
A place that lies the.

But dear reader,
Are story continues with our heroine,
To rise from the grave, and be a leader,
One to be actually seen.

Though this journey concludes here,
There still is much to learn,
For Aa will reawaken near,
This love shall not end forlorn.

Unfinished, Please don't post! Part Two comes out soon!

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If you're hooked:
This story has only just began... If the character Frigus Ingis is bestowed to me, you will find yourself in Part 2 of Cold Trails. Get ready for the rest of the Council Meeting, a visit from Spectrum, heartbreak, a visit to the underworld, and So. Much. More!
If The Royal Mirage approves, I shall be continuing this fun novella, and you'll find Autumn with a tough choice.