The Ice Kings, Ma and Trood, laid waste to Natasha's village. They were vicious, and killed whoever tried to stop them. Natasha's mother. Natasha's father. They were gone.
Victim's of a war they couldn't win. Natasha was a victim of heartbreak and destruction. She had seen her village and parents fall. She had seen the nightmares in her head come true.
So when she felt the spark ignite in her hands, she hadn't supressed it. She was going to burn it all down.
Come Ice, come fire Come wind or wood Burn hot like desire Kill the kings Ma and Trood Use your spark before it's too late Plunge into the dark And kill the kings the world has come to hate.