First Part to Scret destineyy

Fiona sat in her throne of ice, whispering a spell. Her hand slowly traced the outer edges of the ball of ice in her hand. She felt the heat of a servant before he even entered the room. She looked up, her seemingly frozen body moving gracefully. Her eyes were color of the ice around her, clear blue and gleaming.
Alas the spell was finished, and she looked back down. “Lady Fiona, I have come. What is it that you ask?” He said with the drawl of a southerner from the human realm.
Her pale pink lips formed a viscous smile as she saw what she wanted in the ice. A girl with black wavy hair, which faded into gentle glossy curls, and pale skin shown. “You must remember, Elgin. In sixteen years. We will find her. She is being born as we speak.” She whispered, in light, melodic voice.
“Who?” He asked, puzzled.
She looked up at him. His dark hair was straight, and fell to his shoulders. His arms were muscular. His skin was pale from years without sun. Fiona stood and walked toward him gracefully. “Watch your son.” She whispered as the patter of little feet came toward them.
Her head turned toward the entry way to her ice throne room as a miniature version of Elgin came into the room. He was about two, the little boy was, with the same straight black hair. He had his mother’s eyes though. Not the eyes of an ice child—like his father. His eyes were deep amber—those of fire. She would mold him, Fiona would. Into a child of her liking. A noble, loyal child of the ice queen.
The little boy ran to his father, and hugged him close. “Daddy! I want to go home!” He said, looking defiantly at Fiona.
“Come, now child.” Fiona said, taking a warm motherly tone. She knelt, and held her hand out to him. “I won’t hurt you. I’m here to keep you and your daddy safe. As long as I’m here, and as long as your daddy stays with me, nothing will happen to him or you.” She said, smiling.
He slowly walked to her, with his father’s help. Her grabbed her hand and looked at her with wide, slightly trusting eyes. “Will you help your daddy stay here? So you and him can stay safe?”
The little boy thought for a moment, puzzlement filling his face. “Yes…as long as you keep daddy safe.” He said, with a determination of a two year old.
She smiled, amused and fondly. She wasn’t aloud to have children. Winter and ice brought death. She could not give life. It was against her element. “Good.” She nodded. “I promise I’ll keep your daddy safe Damon.”