i'm sorry, but imagine this: Elsa Jaskier
yes, yes, yes yessssss
We all know I’m a slut for powerful jaskier content, but jaskier with ice powers?! sign me the fuck up
excuse me while I drop a few headcanons for this
jaskier was born with ice powers, his parents first noticed when he was a toddler and made it snow above his crib
elemental powers was a gift jaskier’s mother’s family had been blessed with by the fae decades ago, and often skipped several generations (although all members were disturbingly long lived)
his parents loved him, but feared for his safety if anyone were to find out that the viscount’s son had special abilities he would be killed (thanks to all of the ridiculous anti non-human royal fanatics out there)
they also struggled with how to teach jaskier how to control his powers, nobody in his family had been born with ice elemental powers in generations, it was an exceedingly rare ability
and so in order to protect jaskier, they often kept him away from others, cooped up in his room and only in the company of his parents, tutors, and nannies
as he grew, so did his powers, and jaskier’s parents became even more desperate to control his abilities
they sought out the assistance of a witch, who provided them with a powerful glamour that would help tamper jaskier’s abilities while wearing the amulet it was tied to
but this was only a small solution, because while the glamour restricted jaskier’s powers, he still could not control them very well
his parents set off to Skellige, searching for help from a tribe of people there rumored to have similar powers
but their ship went down at sea, and both of jaskier’s parents perished
jaskier didn’t know what else to do, but he knew that he could remain in his home no longer, not without his parents
and so jaskier ran away to oxenfurt, leaving the estate in his cousin’s capable hands
at oxenfurt jaskier found a second home, but he spent every day hiding himself away
his powers were often ruled by his own emotions, and bouts of extreme anger and frustration were key to setting them off
and so in fear jaskier kept his amulet glamour on at all times, but he could feel his power rebelling at being pushed down and trapped within himself
it was all jaskier could do to ignore it
and then he set off from oxenfurt and met geralt, and spent the next twenty years traipsing after a man who thought he was nothing more than an ordinary human, and jaskier couldn’t bring himself to tell the man he loved more than anything else in the world that he was wrong
the years went by, and the storm of jaskier’s powers grew, and the bard did what he did best: ignored it
and then there was yennefer, and the mountain, and jaskier thought he’d spend the rest of his life picking up the pieces of his broken heart, frozen as it was
but then there geralt was, standing in front of him in the middle of nowhere, months after the mountain, a witch and a princess lingering a few feet behind him and.... apologizing?
jaskier didn’t know whether to laugh or to cry, and so he settled with kicking geralt in the balls and then kissing the living daylights out of him
and geralt kissed back
a few weeks of life on the run from nilfgaard later and jaskier is sure it’s all about to be over
nilfgaard had finally caught up to them just shy of the Blue Mountains, so fucking close to freedom, and they were losing
there were too many soldiers
too many for geralt to fight, and yen with her depleted magic could only do so much
jaskier stood in front of ciri, dagger clutched in hand and ready to fight to the bloody end to protect her, when his fingers brushed the amulet ever present at his throat
oh
oh fuck
maybe they weren’t screwed over after all
the storm inside of jaskier rolled, as if sensing its impending freedom
he could do it. if jaskier could, at the very least distract nilfgaard, it would be enough for the others to get away, retreat to kaer morhen
jaskier knew what he had to do
as if destiny herself was lining up, at that very moment both geralt and yennefer backed up to jaskier’s sides, no doubt preparing for a final stand
“Get behind me” Jaskier said, catching geralt’s confused gaze
“what?” the witcher asked, his eyebrows narrowing as if he couldn’t begin to comprehend his bard’s stupidity
yennefer’s eyes lowered to where jaskier’s hand clutched his amulet in a death grip, and understanding filled her face
“Do as he says geralt” the witch shouted over the clanking of incoming soldiers, surrounding them
geralt looked at them as if they were out of their minds. maybe they were.
jaskier reached up and let one hand cup his witcher’s face, meeting his golden gaze with determination
“Please, geralt.Trust me” Jaskier could feel geralt’s resolve weakening at yennefer’s lack of hesitation. He took a step back.
“What are you going to do jaskier?” The bard payed him no mind, turning to face the hoard of black soldiers. Over his shoulder he called,
“If something happens, run to kaer morhen. don’t look back, don’t worry about me. save ciri”
He could hear geralt’s growl even from several yards away
“Jaskier, what-”
jaskier tuned him out, grasping the amulet in his hand. his fingers trembled, and the storm roared, a battle cry. he took a deep breath, and ripped the amulet from his neck. As the chain broke, the storm inside jaskier rushed up, racing through his body and electrifying his veins. He had never felt his power like this before. His powers were that of ice but in this moment jaskier’s soul felt like it was on fire.
he took a deep breath, and let go.
Part 2 anyone?