Diemond Frost. Princess Frost. Lady Frost. Whatever name you would like to call her or even make up your own.
Daughter to Jill and Jack Frost and born in the deepest circles of Hell where it's not hot or sweat inducing. No. She was born on the opposite side of Satan's territory.
You know the expression "When hell freezes over." This is the world she knows. The place she grew up. The place she calls home.

Amongst the ice-laidened roads and buildings, icicles hang from everywhere as if it were Christmas. This is a year round basis for her.
Well, Diemond is the only heir to the throne of Frost and the suitors line up one by one to ask for her hand. Nevertheless, none of them strike her as the perfect mate...

Until a fire demon prince strikes her. A love long forgotten creeps up to haunt her...

PROLOGUE

Diemond sat in the library reading ancient scrolls and books about the bloodline of Frost. Nothing striking out at her as to her... How did her father put it? Oh, right... Condition.

She was a normal ice apparition with pale skin that held a natural, shimmering, glitter to it.
Her hair a royal blue and white and done up into a cascading waterfall of a ponytail.
The clothes she wore made of a special ice made into a bustier, skirt, and boots.
Her jewelry made from the same material forged with mythril.
She never understood what her father was so concerned about. She was normal... Right?
Wrong! Where her family had married other ice apparitions or demons, she found a certain... “Prince of Fire” that she had laid her eyes on.
However, this prince was no ordinary prince... He was, in fact, the son of Satan himself.
Most did not know the prince’s real name because in the world where she grew up, if you knew the name, the truest name, of a demon you had power over that demon.

Her father's concern was raising Hell. Literally. Snowstorms, white outs, black outs, ice storms, and whatever else he could release on the Earthly Kingdom.
So here, she sat, amongst the books and scrolls and not a single one helped her.
"Maybe it's just a phase I'm going through..." She told herself, but she knew better.
Every time she saw him, her heart skipped a beat.
How should I even start? Tall, muscular, attitude problem, major authority issues, red skin, short black hair that hung in his face with eyes of a fiery red.
Just thinking about him made her want to see him again.
She thought about all the times she had snuck out to see him. Like for instance… Well… We won’t get into that right now.

She still remembers the first day they met…