Our Story | Mortal Kombat

Snow | Sub Zero x Reader

Verb

To let fall as or like snow.

He remembered the sight that had set before his eyes. Your beaten and bruised body lay before him. Your dark, crimson red blood staining the crisp white snow that had continued to fall from the skies. He did not wanted to do it, but you had left him no choice. You fought in every way possible, from being noble and fair to downright dirty and cheap. You had exploited every means necessary to ensure your win. However, that win has resulted in a loss. A loss for both you and Sub Zero.

"Do you ... really think I wish to rejoin the world of the living?"

He sat quietly, reminiscing every last bit of the memory of you. He recalled the hits you struck on him, the slurs you tossed and the quiet yet eerie phrases that would dare to send down chilled shivers down his own spine. He fought so desperately to make you submissive and willing to join him again in life in holy matrimony. He soon found out that a life without you had not been ideal.

"Can you not see ... that I deserve to be this way?!"

Shutting his eyes, he refused to continue to look at your deceased body. It plagued his mind, even when he closed his eyes. Your face would strike up almost immediately, fresh in his memories and beaming widely towards him. You did not deserve to die a dog's death. You deserved the greater things life had to offer you.

"You ... chose death ... over life ... for me?"

Standing up, he came to a solution to end his misery. He trekked over to your corpse that was slowly being covered with snowflakes due to the weather. He lifted his hands up. Starting at your feet, he had begun to encase your body inside of a tomb of ice. He watched as the ice slowly moved its way up from your feet to your legs to your abdomen. From there, he observed at how your upper body was covered in ice. Not wanting to say goodbye just yet, he bent down onto one knee and leaned in to give a farewell kiss to your now cold, lifeless cheek. He savoured the moment, not wanting to let go but eventually moving up from your cheek to your pale, and slightly blue tinted lips. Shortly after, he lifted his face from yours. A disheartened frown graced his features as he continued to encase the rest of your body in ice.

Once your body had been fully sheathed and held safely within the icy coffin, he formed an ice sword by using the moisture in the air. Lifting his arms with heavy regret, he held the sword above his head and brought the blade crashing down upon the ice, shattering it into millions of specs of crystalline dust. He watched as the wind blew the particles through the darkened sky, watching each glint and shimmer of the icy fragments soar away and gently fall upon the ground like snow.

"I ... hope this choice ... satisfies ... you."