[ WP ] You are the antagonist of the story . However , you are n't sure if you can call yourself that after what the protagonist did .

`` No...'' 
 
 The word spilled, unbidden from my lips. 
 
 This was n't how it was supposed to go. 
 
 I had my throne, my castle, my guards. I had my armies of men and monsters alike, all serving me. Now the hero had come. He had killed his way through the grounds, through the castle. The carpets that and tapestries that decorated the halls were stained red with blood and none of it was his. All of this I had expected. It's what heroes do, they kill and kill until there is no more killing to be done and then the peasants throw them a parade and thank them from the bottom of their grateful, terrified hearts. 
 
 He smirked before me. `` What's the matter Ice Queen? Loosing your cool? Defrosting under the heat of loss?'' 
 
 Any other time I would have had a hundred responses to ridicule his pathetic attempt at banter. Not now. For in his right hand he held his bloodied sword. 
 
 In his left was my daughter. 
 
 `` What'' I hesitated to speak, to even move out of fear he would interpret my actions as hostile. `` Do you think you are doing...? Hero'' I placed special emphasis on the last word, a futile attempt to remind him of how far he was stepping from his role. How could he do this? 
 
 `` I would think that would be obvious. I'm exploiting the weakness of my enemy, like any good warrior.'' Lyra mewled in fear as he tightened his grip around her throat, his grin was the one of a man who knows he holds the power. `` She fought at first, but after seeing what I can do, after seeing what happened to her little pet freak.'' 
 
 Realisation hit me. The bruise on Lyra's cheek, the unusually long time he had taken to get to the throne room. He had n't come directly for me, he had scaled the external wall and come in through the East tower, where Lyra and... 
 
 `` You killed him...'' I have been told that my stoic nature has come to define me, the implacable ice queen on her throne of glass and stone, but at this moment, I knew I wore my heart on my face. Lyra had found that wounded runt troll when she was six, she had nursed him to health and he had been her most devoted servant and best friend ever since. I could see the truth in her face, caught between shock, fear and pure grief. 
 
 `` It's over Ice Queen'' The hero flourished his sword exactly as a hero of legend is supposed to before he slays the evil despot. `` The king has told you many times to slaughter your army of freaks and unnatural abominations. You would have been able to keep your lands, your family, your titles, had you simply done your job as a decent human being.'' His voice rose in pitch. A preacher before a single sinner, condemning her to hell. 
 
 He lifted his sword. `` NO!'' I screamed in blind panic, all royal dignity out the window as I saw the steel descending on the one thing I could not bear to see harmed. I was too late. 
 
 But she was n't. 
 
 The chipping sound of steel on ice. The flare of the sword igniting as it reacted to the spirit of winter. The half second of confusion as the hero took just a second too long to realise that his sword had landed on ice instead of the soft flesh of my daughters neck. 
 
 It was all the time I needed, I do n't think I had ever moved so fast in my life. A flash of blue light and the hero was knocked back, away from Lyra. What a time for her to inherit her mother's gifts! She had awakened just in time to shield herself. 
 
 The hero stood up, but by then I was already leading Lyra to the bolt hole at the back of my throne, a thin wall of ice hastily erected between us. Of course the spirit of fire would defend him from my attacks, I had never expected my strike to do any serious harm. Similarly, the ice wall would hold for only a few seconds before the flame of his enchanted sword turned it to steam. 
 
 I sealed the passage behind us, not even he would be able to break it. Then I led Lyra down through the catacombs built by my ancestors and into the mountains that bordered my kingdom. 
 
 For the first time in 400 years fort Icepoint lacked an ice monarch to defend it. The hero had won this day, I dared not duel him with Lyra so close. 
 
 But... I thought as I dragged my quietly weeping girl behind me. 
 
 Was he really the hero?
