There were once two girls. Both had the longest raven hair and pale skin. As children there was one man, to each of them, that was their protector, their father and their whole world. And they were the whole world to these men.
Both men put themselves in the way of potential harm. They did it for these girls, who needed them dearly. One was a soldier, the other an archaeologist. The soldier was in charge of guarding a great evil, of keeping it away from the goodness and light. The archaeologist was simply a man who found a crown. When the archaeologist's world ended, he found his little girl, and found that his crown kept him alive for this girl who'd never die. Every day, each of these men grew a little more insane. The crown made the archaeologist insane with the whispers of ice and snow. The soldier heard the whispers of the evil behind the gate, sounding like hell itself.
The girls kept both men sane. The soldier would look at a picture of his little girl. And he would smile, and the whispers would fade. The archaeologist would tell his girl jokes, and would make her laugh with his silly songs. And she would smile, and would make him smile in return. But, one day, the evil tricked the soldier. Tricked him into letting it out of the cage. And the evil consumed him, took him over. He became the king of nightmares. One day, the archaeologist finally lost his mind completely to the crown and the whispers of ice and snow. He became the king of ice.
The girls saw their heroes turn to villains. They grew up, vowing to find a way to get their heroes back. One would have her Kozmotis and the other her Simon. Years passed, thousands of years and the kings only grew more lost in their insanity. Neither were allowed to keep their memories of the little girls who were once their whole world. Yet the girls remembered. The girls tried.
Every time the girls saw their heroes, now kings, they would put on a face. A face of meeting an acquaintance. On the outside, these girls were just the queens they'd grown into. One of nature, the other of the night. On the inside, they cried out for the men they knew. Their heroes who they were sure were trapped inside of the kings.
The day would come where the kings would get their memories. The day would come when Seraphina and Kozmotis, and Marceline and Simon would be reunited with each other. But that day would not come soon enough for the two girls with raven hair and pale skin. The day was unknown to the two kings lost within their own madness.
Seraphina knew, if only the Nightmare King would remember, she'd have her dad back. Marceline knew, if only the Ice King would remember, she'd have her friend. With the help of they're young friends, both young boys, they would make their heroes remember. They would get their heroes back. And they would be lonely no longer.
But that day was far off. Right now, Mother Nature had to pretend that Pitch Black was nothing more than the boogeyman. Right now, Marceline had to pretend that Ice King was nothing more than a king with the powers of ice. And only the girls saw their heroes under the surface. Only Seraphina saw Kozmotis Pitchiner, and only Marceline saw Simon Petrikov.
There were once two women. Both women had the longest raven hair and pale skin. As children they were each the world of one man. And these men, their heroes, were their world.