Berried Alive #22

The wind, unforgiving in its coldness, chilled the savage warriors as their ship sliced through the North Sea. Yet, they continued on rallying behind their barbarian queen. She smiled deliciously at the thought of feeding her blood-lust. The queen knew nothing could deter her savage crew from feeding theirs either. Soon they would reach the port of Perth. The Scots would hear and learn to fear the
Viking battle cry.

The queen looked forward with determined eyes. Waves were lapping higher as an impending storm moved in. The skies were ominous as they grayed and crackled with light. She found herself annoyed that the gods would try to slow her progress. She would not let them. The queen knew not what was in store for her. The gods had plans that not even she could undo. So, in a moment of fury the winds picked up, lifting with its force a wave so large that it crashed onto the deck of the Viking's ship. The torrent of water, acting like the arm of god, pulled the warrior queen into the water. The winter was harsh and the water freezing. As the queen struggled against her fate, hypothermia set in. Slowly the hot, red blood coursing through her veins turned to ice. The queen was frozen in time.

When the fated time took place, the gods delivered this frozen statue to the wise drunken master of the Sub-zero Sirens. The queen was thawed. She was then secretly trained to focus her blood-lust on roller derby nemesisters. This fate planned out by the gods themselves.