The Princess and the Ice Queen 3/?
Title: The Princess and the Ice Queen
Author: kdsusa3
Parings: Miranda/Andy
Rating: PG-13 to M
Fandom: DWP crossover with The Princess Diaries
Disclaimers: I still don't own them, but I am borrowing them. I promise to put them back when I am done. They will be unharmed, and they will have had fun.
A/N: Sorry about the short chapter.
Chapter 2:
Miranda Priestly was a woman who took pride in her ability to focus and her self-control. She never raised her voice when angry, and she did not allow herself to show surprise. She hated being left vulnerable, so she kept personal friendships to a minimum and opened up to no one. She refused to cry in front of others if she allowed herself to cry at all. So when Nigel had to discreetly nudge her to snap her out of her dazed state, she was mortified, and becoming more and more angry as the minutes passed.
The girl had bypassed all her emotional roadblocks and cemented herself into her heart. No one was more surprised than Miranda herself when the frumpy girl in the horrible skirt ensemble, returned from Nigel’s ministrations. She was radiant, and Miranda found herself unable to look away. She had treated Andrea like all the others before her, hoping that what ever she was feeling would be a fluke and disappear. Hoping Andrea would fail at the job, and give her cause to fire her and remove the distraction the girl posed.
But Andrea managed to excel at her job, and had gotten to the point where she anticipated what Miranda needed before the demand was voiced. Andrea and her compassion wormed her way even deeper into the uncharted territory of Miranda’s heart. She had loved Andrea, let her in, told her things and shown her a side of herself that only her children and Nigel had ever seen.
But when Andrea left her in Paris, it hurt her more than a simple betrayal ever would have. She had let herself need Andrea, and Miranda knew without a doubt that losing a limb would have been far less painful. That was the reason Miranda didn’t let anyone in her heart. As soon as she let herself need someone they would leave, and she learned a long time ago to never need anyone. Why had Andrea given her cause to think differently? She cursed her traitorous emotions.
After Paris, Miranda knew she was even more difficult than usual, and was aware of the uninspired nickname her staff had dubbed her with. People in the office did not speak her name, and stepped even more lightly around her. Until that is, after a long horrid day, a boring benefit, and too much champagne, Miranda confessed to Nigel. She told her right hand man everything. From her feelings, all the way to the inquiries on Andrea’s whereabouts, and when the confession was finished, suitable threats had been dispensed; Miranda felt as if a burden had been lifted. She could move on, or perhaps return to normal.
That was all fine, until after a two year absence, Andrea Sachs walked past her, a princess taking the last steps to become a queen. It made Miranda wonder how much of Andrea was real, and if this charade was one final prank for bored royalty. She had been played for a fool. Her emotions had been toyed with, and quite frankly, her heart had been broken. The reasoning left her clueless.
Miranda was furious at the deception. Was this all some game to Andrea, or should she say Queen Amelia? Royalty or not, she was going to get her answers. She was all too aware of her icy reputation, and she hoped beyond all hope that Andrea, no Mia, would be frostbitten when she was through.
“Come Nigel, let us go and give the Queen our regards.”
Author: kdsusa3
Parings: Miranda/Andy
Rating: PG-13 to M
Fandom: DWP crossover with The Princess Diaries
Disclaimers: I still don't own them, but I am borrowing them. I promise to put them back when I am done. They will be unharmed, and they will have had fun.
A/N: Sorry about the short chapter.
Chapter 2:
Miranda Priestly was a woman who took pride in her ability to focus and her self-control. She never raised her voice when angry, and she did not allow herself to show surprise. She hated being left vulnerable, so she kept personal friendships to a minimum and opened up to no one. She refused to cry in front of others if she allowed herself to cry at all. So when Nigel had to discreetly nudge her to snap her out of her dazed state, she was mortified, and becoming more and more angry as the minutes passed.
The girl had bypassed all her emotional roadblocks and cemented herself into her heart. No one was more surprised than Miranda herself when the frumpy girl in the horrible skirt ensemble, returned from Nigel’s ministrations. She was radiant, and Miranda found herself unable to look away. She had treated Andrea like all the others before her, hoping that what ever she was feeling would be a fluke and disappear. Hoping Andrea would fail at the job, and give her cause to fire her and remove the distraction the girl posed.
But Andrea managed to excel at her job, and had gotten to the point where she anticipated what Miranda needed before the demand was voiced. Andrea and her compassion wormed her way even deeper into the uncharted territory of Miranda’s heart. She had loved Andrea, let her in, told her things and shown her a side of herself that only her children and Nigel had ever seen.
But when Andrea left her in Paris, it hurt her more than a simple betrayal ever would have. She had let herself need Andrea, and Miranda knew without a doubt that losing a limb would have been far less painful. That was the reason Miranda didn’t let anyone in her heart. As soon as she let herself need someone they would leave, and she learned a long time ago to never need anyone. Why had Andrea given her cause to think differently? She cursed her traitorous emotions.
After Paris, Miranda knew she was even more difficult than usual, and was aware of the uninspired nickname her staff had dubbed her with. People in the office did not speak her name, and stepped even more lightly around her. Until that is, after a long horrid day, a boring benefit, and too much champagne, Miranda confessed to Nigel. She told her right hand man everything. From her feelings, all the way to the inquiries on Andrea’s whereabouts, and when the confession was finished, suitable threats had been dispensed; Miranda felt as if a burden had been lifted. She could move on, or perhaps return to normal.
That was all fine, until after a two year absence, Andrea Sachs walked past her, a princess taking the last steps to become a queen. It made Miranda wonder how much of Andrea was real, and if this charade was one final prank for bored royalty. She had been played for a fool. Her emotions had been toyed with, and quite frankly, her heart had been broken. The reasoning left her clueless.
Miranda was furious at the deception. Was this all some game to Andrea, or should she say Queen Amelia? Royalty or not, she was going to get her answers. She was all too aware of her icy reputation, and she hoped beyond all hope that Andrea, no Mia, would be frostbitten when she was through.
“Come Nigel, let us go and give the Queen our regards.”