Can you create a FANTASY story that includes these phrases??? (for fun!)?

Question

In a land long forgotten...

The Ice Queen was livid!!

The snow shimmered in the morning sun.

Would the entire kingdom melt?

The sun burned her as she ran to escape it!!

Lord Crazar knew the secret....

The Frozen Munchkins.....

I HATE hot!!

Answer 1

Once upon a time, In a land long forgotten...there lived the Ice Queen. The Ice Queen was livid! And she lived in the cold Arctic where the snow shimmered in the morning sun. When the sun rose, its mighty power of heat shone onto the ice. Would the entire kingdom melt? It would seem so, because the sun burned her as she ran to escape it! Meanwhile, Lord Crazar, the evil overlord of the overlook knew the secret of her escape, and that she was trying to save some Frozen Munchkins. She eventually fell into a crevase and dropped the Frozen munchkins, and her las words were I HATE hot!

Answer 2

Once upon a time, a long time ago, in a land long forgotten, there was a little girl named Emily.  She lived alone in an old rabbit burrow, because her parents had gone off to gather nuts and squash for pie one fall evening and they never came back.  Emily waited that night and the next, but finally hunger drove her to the edge of the woods where she could find mushrooms and acorns to store up for the winter and water in the clear river that flowed nearby.

One November morning, Emily awakened to find a fresh blanket of snow on the ground.  The snow shimmered in the morning sun and nearly blinded her.  Still, she thought it was beautiful.  Emily continued to stock up on acorns and other foodstuff while she could, knowing that the dead of winter was approaching.  Little did she know that a greater danger approached than the cold and the snow.

Out of sight and out of mind, there was an Ice Queen who lived in the north.  She was kept away from their land by the river that flowed quickly between her land and theirs.  Never had the river frozen because of the speed of its flow and the warmth of the springs that fed it.  However, the Ice Queen had long desired to invade this rich land, so she devised a plan.

One cold January morning, Emily awakened and noticed something she had not noticed in a very long time.  Stillness.  Complete quiet.  "Why is it so still?" she thought.  Emily wandered to the woods and noticed nothing different there.  She looked for some of her animal friends, but none were milling about.  Off in the distance, though, she noticed a crowd at the river bank, so she headed to the river.

When she arrived, she was amazed to find the river barely running.  She asked a deer nearby, "Is there no more water?"  The deer lowered her head and did not answer.  "What happened?!" she cried.  A great black bear, the protector of their land, Lord Crazar, knew the secret.  However, he seemed hesitant to speak.  He choked on the words.  "The Ice Queen has stopped up the warm springs, and our river is dying.  Soon it will freeze, and she will be free to come across."

Another of the bears said, "Then let us clear the springs!"  So all the animals and Emily started up river, but when they arrived at the spring they were shocked at what they saw.  The Ice Queen had taken the prisoners she had taken captive over many years and even many of her own people, some of them the Munchkins whom had willingly served her for years on end, and frozen them with the touch of her hand.  She then took the frozen captives and the frozen Munchkins and, one by one, had them thrown into the mouth of the spring until the spring itself froze and stopped flowing.

Off in the distance, the Ice Queen shrieked and laughed as she approached.  Dozens, maybe hundreds of her own people lay frozen between them, and she intended to cross the now nearly frozen river and take their land for herself.  The people of the South now would become her servants, too.  They would be her slaves, and could expect ill treatment if she let them live at all.

Emily knew that someone would have to act.  "Are there any of us strong enough to fight her?" asked Lord Crazar.  No one answered.  Then Emily, much to her surprise, stepped forward.  "I am not strong enough," she said, "but I would rather fight her than die without a fight."  The rest of the animals agreed, and with fire in their eyes they ran across the now frozen river to meet the Ice Queen in battle.

The Ice Queen was livid!  No one had ever dared to invade her land.  Not only that, she had an uneasy feeling about this enemy.  The fire that burned in their eyes turned into a fiery heat that preceded them as they crossed the great expanse toward her.  She could feel the ground below her getting soft.  What was happening?  Would the entire kingdom melt?

The Ice Queen turned to flee, but by now the heat of battle was close upon her.  Even the sun had come from behind the clouds.  The sun burned her as she ran to escape it!!  She cried out, "I HATE....hot!!"

And then she melted into the snow below her as it gave way to the heat of the sun and the enemy.  Where once there had been nothing but snow and ice, there now was revealed the earth below that had not seen the light of day in many a year.

Emily and the rest of the animals stopped and shouted when they realized they had defeated their long-feared enemy.  As they walked back to the river, they made plans to bring seed and saplings to the land, so it would flourish like their land and they could populate it with their children and their children's children.

When they arrived back at the river, they discovered yet another astonishing thing.  All of the Ice Queen's captives were melting and climbing out of the river as their bodies would allow it.  Among the Munchkins and the many animals, there was someone whom Emily knew very well.  "Mama!  You're alive!  But where's Papa?"

Emily's mother explained how they had been ca

Answer 3

The way her gaze burned over the corpse strewn ground made one wonder, would the entire kingdom melt beneath that fiery stare?  Darris shuddered inwardly and turned his eyes from her face.

"What do you make of it?" he asked her, already knowing but wanting to create some sort of sound to break the stillness.

"It's as we feared.  The kobalds have penetrated Denethor and the prince's caravan has fallen prey."

Darris sighed.  Six more moons and he would be free to retire from the king's guard.  However, having to drive away bands of raging kobalds may force the king to suspend all discharges.  His time may extend forever.  And that wasn't even the worst.  

"Is the prince among the dead?" He asked, going right to the heart of his concerns.  Secretly, he hoped for an affirmative answer.  Investigating kidnapped princes would certainly require a suspension of all retirement possibilities.  If the prince were instead dead, however, they could perhaps make one brutal thrust of vengeance upon the hapless kobalds and put paid to the whole incident.

"He's not," Mendeleyah answered, her blazing eyes still taking in the scene before them.  The snow shimmered in the morning sun, stained red in many places.  Places that enfolded shattered bodies like drapes of silk.

"How can you be sure?" Darris asked perfunctorily.  He was already resigning himself to another couple years of service.

"How can you be sure?"Darris asked

"You know already Darris.  Prince Rall wears the crimson mail of Denethor.  The one thing I am sure of is that no one here is encased in such armor."

"Don't know how he can wear that c**p.  It's a sun magnet that probably boils his skin.  I HATE hot armor."

"Perhaps he escaped," Darris said, hope blossoming anew within him.

"I doubt it.  Brimstone is three clicks to your left."

Darris looked and felt crestfallen all over again.  Brimstone was Prince Rall's horse,  it too wore crimson mail armor and there was no mistaking the very still four legged form that lay bleeding in the snow a hundred feet away.

"Ok Darris," Mendeleyah said.  "You're the tracker.  Tell me something useful."

Darris moved forward, his silver hair fanning out behind him as a chill wind began to blow.  He knelt and examined the nearest corpse with a well honed eye.  Instantly, something disturbing caught his eye.

"Milady," he began, his earlier thoughts of continuing service to the king now the farthest thing from his mind. "This one is still bleeding, meaning the wounds are very fresh.  The attackers can't be far at all.  In fact, we may be in some serious trouble here."

Just as he finished speaking, the first whistle of arrows pierced the air.

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They called her the ice queen.  Mendeleyah knew it and was not at all bothered by it.  Her outward veneer was always chiseled and hard, one of the reasons why her service to the king was so esteemed.  She could be counted on to keep her composure in any given situation and kill like a machine if situations necessitated it.

What they didn't know, what no one but she and her beloved truly knew, was how soft she truly was beneath that outward facade.  For all her piercing gazes, for all her steely eyed leadership, for all her grace under fire, one man could melt all that away in an instant.  

Arren.  Her Arren.  The king's champion paladin and her dearest beloved.  The one man who had seen her cry for the companions she'd lost in battle.  The one man who had made her laugh uncontrollably with tales of tom foolery.  The one man who had made her heart leap for joy every time he made an appearance.

Arren.  Gone three years now in a land long forgotten, on a mission only he and the king knew about.  Her yearning was like a small sun, searing her, consuming her.  The sun burned her, even as she ran to escape it.

Arren.  Who, through his reverant duty and sense of honor, nonetheless dimmed the light in her very soul the day he left, leaving her very much an ice queen in his parting.

And now, the ice queen was livid.

The prince, careless as ever, had allowed himself and his guard to be waylaid in this godforsaken stretch of land and had left her to pick up the pieces.  She had been sent here by the king himself to tell Prince Rall to return to Denethor for Princess Fauna's wedding.  And now what a mess she had on her hands.

Before Darris had even spoke his warning.  Before the first bolt had been unstrung, Mendeleyah, sensing the danger they were in, had unslung the round shield from her back and had fallen to her knees to make herself as small of a target as possible.

She had been trained in the art of battle by Lord Crazar, a much decorated warrior himself, and her instincts were every bit as good, if not better, than Daris's.

When it came to survival, Lord Crazar knew the secret and pounded it into Mendeleyah repeatedly.

"Never question your instincts," He'd said.  "And forget defense.  Agression is the key to everything."

As the first arrows pierced the air, Mendeleyah was on her knees, hunkered down behind her round shield.  With her free hand, she yanked the crossbow from her side and zeroed in on a copse of short trees to her right where the arrows had been fired from.

A whisper of movement caught her eye and she drew a bead on what she deemed was a likely sniper perch.

Her crossbow whirred to life, releasing five bolts in rapid succession as she peppered the foliage within the copse of trees.

One of her bolts must have found a mark, for an inhuman scream laden with pain rent the air.

Behind her, Darris was pulling an arrow from his arm with a grimace while holding his own battered shield in front of him.

"Darris," she hissed.  "We're being flanked."

She motioned to another copse of trees to their left where leaves were rattling as something or somethings passed by.

Darris grunted.  "What do you reccomend?"

He grimaced as the arrow finally tore free of his arm and blood began to flow.

"That we charge," She said simply.

The sky begain to fill with barbs as more volleys were fired from the trees on both sides of them.  Most fell harmlessly into the snow, but a couple glanced off their shields and forced them to maintain their hunkered down stance.

Darris, long since used to Mendeleyah's aggressive approach to battle, nodded his head and drew the spiked mace that hung in a battered scabbard at his side.

For her part, Mendeleyah discarded the crossbow and closed her hand around the haft of a shining broadsword that sat sheathed across her back.  Then she gestured to the trees to her left where the first arrows had originated.  

Darris, taking the signal, began moving forward in a crouch, his shield still raised.  Mendeleyah followed suit and the two began rapidly eating up ground as the trees drew up before them.

At once, the bows fell silent.  A rustling took place and ten small figures emerged in front of them.  They wore black cowls that could not hide their blue faces or yellowed teeth.  They looked like dwarves encased in ice, but their ferocity was as evident as the barbed spears they wielded with gnarled blue fingers.

They hesitated not a moment.  As one, the frozen munchkins charged them, ululating animalistic battle cries as they came.

Mendeleyah and Darris braced themselves as the first of the assailants reached them.  Mendeleyah's broadsword weaved and danced, turning aside spear thrusts and piercing the ugly blue flesh at every opening.  Beside her, Darris thrust his shield forward, bashing at attackers while his spiked mace threw gore all over the snow at his feet.

"We're going to have to hurry," Mendeleyah shouted.  "They're coming from the rear."

Sure enough, from the second copse of trees that had been to their right, a line of similiar cowled figures was amassing.  Darris could only grunt acknowledgement as a spear went under his shield and embedded itself in his thigh.  His mace came down in a blur and made the attacker pay dearly, but there was no doubt that his wounds were beggining to slow him down.

Mendeleyah cut down another of the Kobalds then pivoted to face the oncoming rush from behind.  

What she saw disheartened her.  Instead of just ten of the running creatures, they were being charged by more than three times that number.  The ten in front of them had just been a diversion to allow this much larger force to overrun them.

Mendeleyah steeled herself, preparing to make as epic a last stand as she could.  

"If you're going to die," Lord Crazar had always said, "die like a dog with your teeth in someone's throat."

And so she would.

But at that moment, the air before her began shimmering and wavering.  A sound much like a thuderclap shook the battlefield, and, of a sudden, a large man shape materialized before the onrushing kobalds.  The shape was wreathed in white light and stood well over six feet tall.  It held a massive silver shield in one hand and a flame encased warhammer in the other.  

Recognition dawned on Mendeleyah and she stood stock still.

"Arren?" she whispered, her breath nearly gone from shock.  At her side, Darris too had stopped fighting to take in the massive apparition that had appeared.  The remaining kobalds before them began to flee in a terror induced rapture.  The onrushing mob of Kobalds also broke off their assault in fear and confusion as the luminescent figure began advancing on them.

So terrified were the blue midgets that a few of them were actually trampled by their comrades in arms during the retreat.  

And like that, the battle was over.

"Arren," Mendeleyah said, a little louder this time.  She was unaware of it, and Darris would