Scenarios On Ice

behind the arrogance || alice plisetskaya

My name is Allison Hermione Plisetskaya, but I am usually addressed by 'Alice', 'Princess Alice', 'Your Highness', or whatever—depending on one's social status or relation with me. I am the youngest of the Plisetsky household.

Now, the youngest is usually the one most adored by the family. Not for me.

Sure, both my pairs of grandparents honor me, and I am greatly loved by my Mum and Dad. However, we don't often have the chance to spend time together considering they're busy with work most of the time. So instead, it was Grandpa Yurio and Grandma Audrey who raised me during my days at the palace.

Grandpa adores me, but I'm not certain of how my American grandmother feels about me. She favors me every once in a while, saying she's glad she has such a clever girl for a grandchild, and that I was beautiful.

But as long as you are a descendant of the goddess of beauty, you are always physically attractive. So my appearance is nothing special. My older half-sister is gorgeous, no one can deny my cousin Cara is one of the most beautiful in the land, and like my father and Uncle Jonathan, the boys are all handsome. A "family of supermodels", they'd call us, because we are all good-looking with beautiful faces and slim body figures. Every year on our birthdays, our appearance just magically transforms into perfection. No matter what we do, mess our hair or paint on our faces, all the flaws disappear and it becomes perfect again. It lasts for a few days, sometimes two weeks. It is called "Aphrodite's blessing", though Cara sees it more as "Aphrodite's curse".

As for my knowledge and cleverness, that's what sometimes annoys even my grandmother herself, and possibly the reason behind my siblings' and cousins' detestation towards me. I have this habit of pointing out their mistakes and correcting them, and I'd snap at them and go on a long speech about the reasons why they're wrong and I'm right. And they loathe me for it. They don't understand that I'm diagnosed with Obsessive Compulsive Disorder.

They would also make fun of me whenever I spoke English. They would imitate my British accent in an annoying voice and then laugh. "You're supposed to use the American accent when speaking English like the rest of us," Shawn had said. "Your dad has it, so does my mom and uncle Johnny."

"That shouldn't even matter!" I'd snapped. "May I remind you that we British own the language in the first place. I could speak like an American, but I prefer to use the accent I'm most comfortable with. And besides, you don't judge my mother for it. You never even make fun of Dedushka for his Russian accent."

"Well, duh, that's because they're older than us and we respect them." Arianna rolled her eyes. "And they don't snap at us when we commit mistakes, nor do they boss us around like you do."

Now I've always wanted a sister-like figure, one who'd look out for me and brush my hair, however the only other female I share a parent with doesn't even like me.

Honestly, I envy my sister. She had always been Father's favorite, perhaps because she has more in common with him than the rest of us do. She's jealous of me too, I am aware. That is because I'm the only one among our father's children whose parents are together, and because I always do everything perfectly while she can't even balance a book on her head for more than three seconds.

"You may be good at all these princess lessons," she'd told me, "But you're not fit to be put in the same category as Aurora and I. Your name doesn't even follow the 'starts with A, ends with A, and has the letter R' tradition."

And then there was Cara - though I prefer to call her 'Amelia'. She's the closest to my age, so you'd think we'd get along. But nope. She does not seem to hate me, but it is clear that she does not like me either. She sees me as an annoyance and I know my presence bothers her as much as it does to the rest of our generation in the family.

There was a time when I wore her dress without even being aware that it belonged to her, and she acted all furious at me for it. But I knew she was only looking for an excuse to snap at me the way I do to her. If Arianna had been the one who'd borrowed her dress, she wouldn't even care at all. Knowing Amelia, she would say, "Go ahead and take everything from the girly section of my closet all you want. I never liked them anyway."

My teenage brothers, Magnus and Luciano, are the ones most bothered by my presence. Every chance they get to make fun of me, they do it.

"Papa should disown her, seriously," said Luciano, and Magnus agreed. I'm sure the others would too.

The only person in this generation of the family who actually accepts me is my other older half-brother, Azaezel. He's the only one who treats me like the sibling I am. He was there for me when no one else was. We would spent most of the time in the library together, considering we were both very fond of reading. Sometimes he would go out to play with the others, thus leaving me all alone. I would sit by the window and watch as my siblings and cousins play in the gardens while I felt completely lonely.

I've never gotten along with the other pair of twins in the family: Shawn and Ciel. It's because they do so much to annoy me, such as colour-spraying my clothes, putting dead rats in my glass of milk every morning, replacing my shampoo with hair dye—horrible pranks like that. I always have to be cautious.

As for my other cousins who live all the way in the Mediterranean (Aunt Clarissa and Uncle Lovino's children), they don't like me that much either. There are five of them, four girls and a boy: Chiara, Isabella, Serena, Gianna, and Matteo. All young supermodels and complete fashionistas; once you meet them, it will already be clear to you that they truly are descendants of Aphrodite. These five will eye you from head to toe and point out every flaw they see, judge your outfit, and sometimes even your face. Like the Leroy family, they are complete narcissists too. They're actually nice, though. They can say encouraging things to help boost your self-confidence when they're in a good mood. They don't do that to me. But if they knew I really was miserable on the inside, they could help me. But as thick-headed as I am, I never show it.

I'm pretty much on good terms with my aunt Natalya, as well as my uncle Jonathan. He once implied that although I may be last in line for the throne, I had the most potential to become a ruler among our generation.

"He must've been ruler as in the object," Luciano scoffed, "Because like a ruler, everything for her has to be perfect. Straight. Measured."

They laughed.

"True." Shawn snorted. "Besides, no one wants a bossy, snobbish girl for tsarina. Imagine if Alice actually got the throne—because Russia's the largest country, it's like dominating a quarter of the world. And therefore one quarter of the world will be screwed."

Whenever my siblings or my cousins say something about me to make me feel dejected, I get the urge to cry. But like I've already said; I don't show it. Not in front of them.

There's this horrible trait that runs in the family: we are all stubborn, prideful, and ambitious. We're not supposed to show our weaknesses in front of anyone else. We're never supposed to lose in anything; we must always aim for the best. When we want something, we must get it. It's a little hard to believe not all of us were sorted in Slytherin after taking the Pottermore quiz.

Every night after my father finishes singing the lullaby, my mother kisses my forehead, tells me "good night" then switches the lights off and they'd leave my room, I'd let all my tears fall onto my pillow.

"Uncle Andrei," I looked out the window at the night sky, speaking to an uncle only Magnus and Luciano have met. "Help me. Please."

And I continued to sob into my pillow.

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