All Chapters of How to Make the Ice Prince Fall: Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

The next day went by slowly. Despite the long training the evening before, Katherine felt not an ounce of fatigue. Instead, she felt very lively and refreshed and took her trainer for another bout of practice right after breakfast. The same could be said about lunch.Somehow, Katherine seemed to have gained an unending amount of energy after her long sleep. Even Jack found it astonishing, and where usually the trainer tortured the learner, it was soon the other way around. Despite the cold air, perspiration had collected on Jack's brows only hours after midday."Another try", Katherine demanded after landing on her back for who-knows-how-many times, and sprang to her feet again. The motion looked much like that of a willow sprout that barely touched the ground when bend and then jumped up again. "I think I'm finally getting the hang of it. Come on, Jack!"Jack wiped the sweat off his face with a wry grin before he got back in position. For the first time in his

Another beautiful morning, Katherine thought while glancing over the valley from her window. The sun was already high in the sky when she woke up, shining down on the flowers in the meadow, yet without warming up the cold breezes breathing down from the mountain tops.Like Nathaniel's window, hers faced in the direction of the training field with the wooden fence surrounding it. Because it was straight under her window, she had to deliberately look down to see the guards training there. Some of them grinned and waved when they noticed her, and she returned the greeting.Glancing to the right, she saw the shelter where Nathaniel had opened up about his magic. Her eyebrows lifted when she noticed the change there. Roughly three dozen hay bales were stacked beside the building. She could have sworn those weren't there the last time. With her finger tapping her lips, she deliberated what else they might need the bales for. Or was it the space in the shelter they needed and

The shelter had been ridden of its hay bales, turning it into a surprisingly big empty hall with earthen floor and metal walls. There was not a single living thing in the area, not even a blade of grass or left-behind straw, so Nathaniel's magic could not spread, even if it spilled. In the middle of the empty space, Nathaniel let go of Katherine's hand and faced her."You know there's nothing forcing you to do this", he said earnestly. "If you don't feel right or get scared, we can stop at any time."The stubborn rise of Katherine's chin was all he got for an answer."C'mon Nathan, don't be so dramatic", Aston called out from one of the walls of the shelter, where he leaned and nibbled on a sandwich. He had insisted to follow them 'because the experiment should also be watched by someone uninvolved'. It was a surprisingly logic suggestion, though Katherine would have preferred it to be someone more experienced than a fifteen-year-old.Nathaniel just ignored his l

Yet in the end, the king was unlucky. Katherine couldn't repair his ability to walk. She assumed that it was because too much time passed, and the injuries had partially healed wrongly. Again, something new she learned about her ability, and she was not happy about that. As she was of no help, the king refused to be helpful as well, only saying that he had wanted Ethan as an ally of the Icelands instead of a possible threat. She highly doubted Ethan could be a good ally. There had to be something bigger behind it. Leaving the room with a sour feeling, she discovered Nathaniel leaning against the wall next to the door. His arms were crossed in front of his chest, stretching his black shirt a bit over the muscles of his arms and broad shoulders. A small smile flittered over his lips when he noticed her gaze, yet his words were serious. "You are too kind to him." She nodded, closing the door. "You were just as lenient." "He still has some use. And he's Aston's

Katherine awoke to the regular thumping of a heartbeat. Leaving her eyes closed, she tried to grasp the dream she'd just had, not willing to let it go. In the dream Nathaniel had finally opened up to her. They were together in bed, doing things that made her hot with desire, begging and commanding him to take her already - not that he did, in the end. Yet it was still wonderful. He even stayed with her for the night.She felt something tug on her hair. It was a soft tug. Maybe Froseti had hopped onto her bed again, sniffing on her to see if she was edible. Though she loved the rabbit, she should really be stricter with him.But then she remembered that Froseti had again been left behind - this time in the palace. She knotted her brows. What was that on her hair then? And while she was at it, why was the mattress slowly moving like the sea below her?Her lids sprang open. Nathaniel. It was no dream. He was still with her. To be exact, she had buried him beneath her, co