Originally, I wanted to write about Kael'thas and Arthas' fantasies about each other's behavior, but I finally wrote this article. The middle part quotes the original text of Arthas: Towards the Frozen Throne.

With a straw in his mouth, Arthas just finished his "accidental meeting" with Jaina. Like all men and women in love, there is always a little sweetness in his tacit "accidental meeting" with Jaina.

Kael'thas, Prince of Lordaeron, who has just returned from Dallan City, frowned slightly. He remembered some rumors about Jaina and the human prince and tried to avoid them, only to find that the other party had found himself.

"Good afternoon, Kyle." Before the elves could react, Arthas held out his hand and took the lead in saying hello to him.

"Good afternoon, His Royal Highness Prince Arthas." Kael'thas took the human prince by the hand and was pulled into his arms by Arthas. His other hand patted him on the shoulder in a friendly way.

This off-guard hug made Kael'thas's body stiff, especially the flapping of the human prince, which made him unnatural, but he couldn't be rude, so he had to take it back stiffly and left his arms.

"It seems that you are a little sick, Kyle." Kael'thas's stiff movements didn't deceive him, which made him feel very interesting-such an elf prince is rare, so he would be so embarrassed ... Maybe Doby is quite interesting.

"I'm not used to physical contact, even if it's etiquette." Kael'thas frowned slightly. "His Royal Highness Prince Lordaeron, it seems that we are not familiar with calling each other nicknames, so please call me His Royal Highness Prince Kael'thas from now on."

"Although Quel 'Salas withdrew from the alliance, we fought side by side and were close allies ..." Arthas laughed. " But our personal relationship has always been very good. Maybe you have forgotten that I went to Quel 'Salas ten years ago, or you received it yourself, Kyle. "

Kael'thas listened quietly to Arthas, especially when he mentioned ten years ago. His eyebrows wrinkled slightly. He didn't remember Arthas going to Quel 'Salas ten years ago, and his face looked suspicious.

"You have hardly changed." Arthas continued: "I just don't have that kind of complicated clothes."

"Sorry, I don't remember." Kael'thas replied, "However, this does not prevent us from being unfamiliar with this reason. I hope His Royal Highness Prince Lordaeron can always pay attention to his words and deeds ... "

"Isn't this a performance that we should be more familiar with?" Arthas held the mage's hand, his slender fingers and smooth and delicate skin gave him a little illusion, and soon the mage's hand was withdrawn.

Kael'thas looked at Arthas in disgust. After all, he didn't take out his handkerchief to wipe it-Arthas just wiped his palm, which made him very disgusted. Out of thousands of years of contact with human beings, the mage managed to maintain the elegance on the surface.

"It's really interesting." Arthas looked at the mage's back and whispered.

The accidental meeting didn't leave a deep impression on Kael'thas, but only deepened his prejudice against human beings, which was reflected in his later conversation with Jaina.

As the princess of Kurtiras, Jaina didn't show it, but she liked being with Arthas more and more.

As usual, in order to create a "chance encounter", Jaina left the class early. Careful Kael'thas found that she had left her book, and found her according to the frequency of her spell fluctuation, thus breaking her affair with Arthas.

Kael'thas flew into a rage, not only because Jaina cheated herself, but also because Jaina suddenly fell in love with that rude boy. His face tried to keep calm, but his eyes were full of anger. He gritted his teeth and said, "This book was missing when you left." He held up a book. "I came to give it back to you."

Jaina bit her lower lip and glanced at Arthas. He was as scared as she was, but he managed to squeeze out a smile. He turned to face Kael'thas, his arms still hugging Jaina.

"That's very kind of you, Kyle," he said. "Thank you."

At that time, he felt that Kael'thas was going to fight with him. You can even clearly hear anger and resentment crackling in the air around the mage. He was so powerful that Arthas knew that he had no chance of winning. Even so, he still looked directly at the elf prince and refused to give in. Kael'thas clenched his fist and finally didn't start work.

"Are you ashamed, Arthas?" Kael'thas hissed, "treat her as a secret love and refuse to make it public?"

Arthas narrowed his eyes. "I just want to avoid gossip," he said quietly. "You know what that is, Kyle, don't you? Everyone knows that things are unrecognizable as soon as they spread. I want to maintain her honor-"

"Maintenance?" Kael'thas shouted. "If you care about her, you should pursue her aboveboard. Anyone will. " But when he looked at Jaina, his anger subsided, and a little pain flashed on his face, but it also disappeared. Jaina stared at the ground. "I won't bother you ... tryst. Don't worry, I won't tell. "

I should have thought of it myself, shouldn't I?

Although Kael'thas didn't look back, he also wanted to know the recent abnormal behavior of Jaina and Arthas. Don't they always have secret trysts? Didn't Arthas declare war on me last time?

Only after Kael'thas left did Arthas feel jealous. He questioned Jaina for the first time and continued to laugh at the "goose" she calmed down.

After meeting Jaina, Arthas lost sleep. Not because of Jaina, but because of Kael'thas. He couldn't help but think of what happened before he was blown up by the elf prince and met Jaina. Kael'thas, who was rated as a "goose with a dull head" by him, also has such a shy side. He even thinks that the perfect Kael'thas he saw before today is not as interesting as the shy Kael'thas. Suddenly, I had a funny idea. Maybe he should make the elf prince more uneasy, so that Jaina won't be taken away, right?

From that day on, Kael'thas was rarely seen around Jaina. In a sense, he is a gentleman with a traditional aristocratic grace-but he is still afraid that Jaina will be robbed, so one day he and Jaina stole the forbidden fruit ... After that, he hugged Jaina, knowing that this woman is entirely his own, and the elf prince who is above him has no chance, so he is extremely happy-if he can show off in front of Kael'thas.

Maybe he won't cherish it when he gets it. Maybe he realizes the crown prince's responsibility to himself. In a word, he is too young to break up with Jaina-yes, he has given himself enough reasons, but in fact it is because he is afraid of marriage. Just like Kael'thas reprimanded him, he dared not disclose his love affair and promised Jaina a lifetime, so he escaped.

After breaking up with Jaina, he met Kael'thas several times. Compared with his own impulse, he became curious about this elf prince whom he called "Goose" because he was too mature for himself. Especially as the crown prince of a country, he has both the innate arrogance of elves and modesty.

However, he will leave Dalaran soon-there are some unknown plagues in Lordaeron, and as the crown prince, he needs to investigate.

After breaking the tryst between Arthas and Jaina, Kael'thas was in great pain-since Jaina came to Dalaran, he has taken a fancy to this young girl. He almost openly pursued her, using magic to create a romantic pursuit scene, expecting her response-he thought she was too young to understand her pursuit and only saw her kiss Prince Lordaeron. How angry and angry he is! But he knows who he is. Even if he was humiliated like this, he could only endure the pain and reprimand the rude boy, unwilling to hurt Jaina.

His eyes were fixed on Jaina, but he couldn't ignore Arthas around her. Seeing the sweet smile on Jaina's face, he left her.

Kael'thas, who suffered from lovelorn love, quickly devoted himself to the study of magic-under his strict education as a crown prince, he had no time to be sad and sad, and he only had his own responsibilities and obligations.

I met Arthas several times, but he ignored me. He doesn't care about the relationship with Lordaeron-Quel 'Salas has already left the alliance, and the reason why the alliance prompted the elves to stay is not sufficient. The descendants of King Alfonso were not kings, but became the duke of Stormwind, and Stormwind was still in chaos.

"Hi, Kyle." Arthas stopped Kael'thas who was going to the library.

"Hello, His Royal Highness Prince Arthas." Being stopped by a rival in love makes Kael'thas look ugly.

"I'm going back to Lordaeron tomorrow, and I want to invite an old friend for a drink ..." Arthas took a few quick steps and stopped when he saw Kael'thas turning to go. "Jaina is not there, just you and me."

Kael'thas began to gather magical energy around him, apparently angered by Arthas: "Get out of the way! Quel 'Salas withdrew from the Alliance, and your blood is not that of King Alfonso. Why should I accept your invitation! "

"I'm here to repair the relationship." Arthas did not give in. He stared at Kael'thas. He knows exactly how a crown prince will handle diplomatic issues.

"Repairing relations is the job of diplomats, and I can't do it." Although Kael'thas was furious, the gathered magical energy was obviously dispersed.

"The crown prince also represents the image of a country." Arthas bent his lips.

"I didn't expect His Royal Highness Prince Lordaeron to buy me a drink." Kael'thas held the cup gracefully, but he didn't intend to drink it.

"Humans and elves are close allies." Arthas raised his glass and touched it gently. "Just like Dalaran is a magical paradise, humans and elves regard it as their home."

"That must be based on mutual respect." Kael'thas narrowing her eyes, "especially can't cheat ..."

"A white lie may be white." Arthas reached out and pinned a strand of hair that fell in front of him behind the elf prince's ear, pinching the rounded earlobe. "Just like Jaina never liked you, she didn't refuse you directly in order not to hurt your self-esteem."

"Are you here to repair the relationship, or to show off to me?" Kael'thas put down his glass and narrowed his eyes, which sparkled with danger.

"Just to repair the relationship." Arthas gulped down the wine. "I hope we don't have to talk about Jaina anymore, because she already belongs to me."

"As you wish." Kael'thas dropped the cup by mistake. "We won't talk about Jaina. It's just a matter of repairing the relationship. It is better to hand it over to diplomats. " Robe turned a beautiful arc, Kael'thas turned to leave.

Arthas looked at the back of Kael'thas's departure and shrugged his shoulders-he was glad to have achieved his goal. Although he has some young vertebrae, he shows that Jaina belongs to this powerful magic master.

Arthas was very happy when he saw Jaina again. He knew that Jaina would never forget him and that Jaina loved him deeply, so he wanted to formally propose to Jaina after this incident. After showing off to Kael'thas, he finally stopped flinching. He wants to marry Jaina. Things will not go as expected. After he ordered the killing of the city, his teacher and Jaina both left him ... and his heart began to break down. He just wants to do something for his people, but his teachers and lovers are against him. After extreme pain, he decided to purify Stansom, and then boarded a ship to Northrend.

With the sadness of frost, among the rose petals flying all over the sky, in the bells celebrating victory and the cheers of people, he killed his father Terenas II, and his troops killed the whole of Lordaeron. No one can escape, and they have become natural disasters and undead.

Kel 'Thuzad was resurrected by him with the well of the sun-just as he boasted that Jaina belonged to Kael'thas, he finally laid hands on Quel 'Salas and showed off his strength to the powerful magic master. Then he attacked Dalaran, where he fell in love with Jaina and saw the elf prince in the purple robe of Kirin Tuo. He laughed at Kael'thas from the bottom of his heart and wanted to use Frostmourne to turn the elf prince into his own slave. Kel 'Thuzad's power made them understand the power of the mage after turning into a lich. Powerful wizards will become powerful witches, and these witches are the effective forces of natural disasters.

He didn't wait for the opportunity, because he learned a plan, which forced him to find a powerful force to break the threat of the demon army through this force.

The war in Dalaran exhausted Kael'thas. He couldn't stop the destruction of Dalaran. He even saw the fallen Prince Lordaeron, directing endless natural disasters to attack Dalaran and destroying everything in Dalaran through demons.

"Arthas!" He growled angrily. His precious magic manuscript stored in Dalaran has been burned, but the culprit is smiling at him, and his eyes are flashing with ambiguous meaning.

A long spell was sung from Kael'thas's mouth, and a huge fireball flew to Alsace-the ice covered his body and saved him from a fatal blow.

"We'll meet again, Kyle." Arthas dispelled the ice and looked at Kael'thas with fascination. "Such an excellent magic master should belong to the Natural Disaster Corps."

Before Dalaran was completely in ruins, Kael'thas was transported out of the battlefield by their assistants, and then he learned that Quel 'Salas was destroyed by the scourge army led by Arthas. He could hardly restrain his hatred, which was not enough for attacking Alsace.

When he returned to Quel 'Salas, he found that the sun well where they lived was polluted. If he wants to get rid of corruption and pollution, he must blow it up He vowed to lead his people to revive again before his father's body, but he found that his strength was so small and the external environment of the blood elves was so bad. He needs to clean up natural disasters on the land and external assistance. He thought he was so close to human beings in Dalaran, but it was because of the power of Quel 'Salas that anyone could bully him after he lost Quel 'Salas.

He once met Jaina and once again confessed to her, and all he got was a cold rejection.

Arthas.

He read the name in his mind, and he wanted revenge on him, for Jaina, for his father and for Quel 'Salas.

Finally set foot on the road to Northrend, Kael'thas clenched his fist, and he wanted to defeat Alsace. The first raid ended in failure-those cave-dwelling Spidermen actually helped Arthas repel his attack, which made his and Illidan's plans somewhat frustrated. But Kael'thas didn't give up easily. He hid in the dark until the second ambush.

"Come and fight me, Arthas!" The voice is loud and full of hatred. Arthas turned around.

The elf prince is only a stone's throw away. His gold and red clothes are as bright as blood in this white heartless snow. He stood there proudly, his cane stuck in the snow in front of him, and his eyes fixed on Arthas. The power of magic crackled around him.

? "That's it, butcher."

Arthas' eyes twitched slightly, so Sylvanas Windrunner stopped him. He spat softly and scoffed at the elf. When Kael'thas was a young prince, he looked so powerful and knowledgeable. Arthas recalled Kyle bumping into Arthas kissing Jaina. As a boy, Arthas knew that he was stronger than an older and more powerful mage.

? Arthas is no longer a boy.

? "I have to admit, I'm a little surprised to see you again, Kyle, since you disappeared so cowardly in the last encounter. Don't be sad that I took Jaina away from you. You must put down your baggage and move on. After all, there is too much fun left for you to enjoy in this world. Oh, wait ... there seems to be nothing. "

"arthas menethil, you died for me!" Kael'thas roared, trembling with anger. "You took away everything I cherish. All I have left is revenge anger. "

He didn't waste time on getting rid of anger, but raised his cane. The crystal embedded in the head of the staff sparkled, and a crackling fireball appeared in his other hand, whipping Arthas.

Blink of an eye, sharp broken ice rained down on the death knight. Kael'thas was a master of magic, and his speed was faster than anyone Arthas met. Arthas barely mentioned the grief of frost and barely had time to stop the fireball.

But breaking ice is much easier. He held up a huge rune sword and waved it over his head. The blade attracted the ice edge like a magnet. Arthas raised his sword above his head with a smile and threw the broken ice back. Kael'thas's speed caught him off guard, but he won't make the same mistake twice.

"Kyle, please think twice before you attack me with ice again." Arthas said with a smile. He wants to provoke the mage and make him act rashly. Self-control is the key to manipulating spells. If Kyle is impetuous, he will undoubtedly lose the battle. Kyle narrowed his eyes and let out a growl. "Thank you for your advice." Arthas gripped the reins and prepared to charge his horse to his opponent. However, at this moment, the snow below suddenly flashed bright orange light, and then turned into snow water, making Invincible suddenly slip. Arthas jumped off his horse and let the invincible trot. Now he has changed his mind. Arthas held Frostmourne in his right hand and stretched out his left hand forward. A mass of green energy rotates in his flat palm, forming a dim sphere, and then shoots at Kyle like an arrow. The mage backed down in the opposite direction, but the attack came too fast. His face turned pale, and he staggered back and covered his heart with his hand. Arthas grinned, and the mage's life energy was rolling towards him.

? "I stole your woman." Arthas said he still wanted to provoke the mage. Although he knows, and maybe Kyle knows, Jaina has never been the woman of this elf. "I held her in my arms in the middle of the night and tasted her sweet kiss. Kyle, she-"

"She hates you now." Kael'thas replied. "You disgust her and make her hate, Arthas. All her feelings for you have now turned into hatred. "

In the life-and-death battle, Arthas couldn't stand Kael'thas's sarcasm. Although there was the Lich King behind him, and he thought that his strength had completely surpassed that of Kael'thas, he still let the elves escape.

"She hates you!" This sentence is like a curse, which makes Arthas lose his mind. He wants the elf prince to die completely, but he can't stop the transmission of a mage. Looking at the frozen throne, Arthas moved forward step by step. He knew that Kael'thas's master would not let him go, and his road ahead and Cadore had to face it.

The aura of the spell has not completely faded. Kael'thas covered her chest and fell to the ground. The panicked elves quickly asked the priest to come for treatment. The Roman exorcist saw the tears on Kael'thas's face for the first time-he was more sad than angry.

His father, his country and his people were all buried in the hands of such a butcher. His beloved Jaina fell in love with such a scum.

Arthas showed himself that Jaina belonged to him more than once, and even continued to humiliate him before he left Dalaran. Kael'thas thought it was just a little boy's show-off, but it was the little boy's show-off that made Jaina fall in love with him.

He didn't escape chopping, but he was calmer than Arthas. For him, the mage should always be rational, and any excitement is his enemy. When Arthas angered him with Jaina, he saved his head and retorted, which made Arthas lose his mind and avoid a fatal attack.

After defeating Illidan, Arthas didn't see the figure that made him angry. He cursed Jaina and Kael'thas, which made him fidgety. However, Naiozu urged him to set foot on the frozen throne and pick up his helmet.

When fighting for control with Nai 'aozu, he easily defeated the old orc-because Kael'thas's words made him completely put down his goodwill and showed no weakness in mastering the old orc, so the old orc disappeared completely.

Open your eyes, Arthas showed an evil smile-Jaina, Kael'thas, I've come to end my curse.