Once upon a time, in a kingdom called Arendelle there were two beautiful princesses, one named Ana and the other, Elsa. Now you've heard the story with the evil prince and the queen, they eventually get married, because Elsa believes everyone deserves a second chance. Now you know her story, but we're going to tell the story of me, Frantz, son of Queen Elsa and King Hans, and my evil older brother, Fillipe, who only wants to rule Arendelle for power...and another motive. But before we get into that, we have to start at the beginning...
Two princes were born of Arendellen blood, one that was meant to rule over Arendelle and the other, who inherited the ice powers of the queen. Their bond was strong in the beginning...
" Come on, little brother!" Fillipe yelled gleefully.
Frantz was close behind, running after his older brother. " I am coming!" The younger boy shouted.
Fillipe and Frantz ran into the old ballroom of the Castle, Frantz looked to his brother, and the older boy nodded.
" Do it!" He said excitedly. With that, Frantz began to create snowflakes, them sparkling in the sun that was spilling though the windows. Little by little, the room filled with glistening, shimmering snow. Fillipe giggled and was soon running through the white powder with his brother on his back.
But, as years passed, the older brother was called on more and more, leaving me on my own...
" Fillipe, come play with me!" Frantz said, tugging on his brothers coat.
" Not now Frantz, I have work to do, I have the burden of becoming king, you don't." Fillipe told his brother harshly. His words cut him like a knife, he'd often been told he would never be king, only an extra, a second. A spare. The younger boy left his brother to his work, a single tear running down his face.
Fillipe sighed, knowing he'd hurt his young brother. But his brother's hurt was a small price to pay for the power he'd receive when he was king.
The elder brother grew resentful of the younger, as his mother spent time with him perfecting his powers, saying how proud she was of him every time he got something right.
Fillipe watched from a window as his mother played with Frantz, throwing snowballs and laughing. Why should he have mother's love? I am the oldest, I should be the one whose with her. Not Frantz. Well, I won't need either of them after I become king. I just have to keep up my facade until then.
The years went on, everyday the younger brother was chastised for his clumsiness and use of his powers, everyone told him that he was not worthy of his title and that his brother would be a much better king than he'd ever be. The elder brother's heart grew colder, he was consumed by his anger, jealousy and greed, but as his father was before him, he was a good actor and noone suspected his true agenda.
After all was said and done, Fillipe's coranation was coming in just a few days, and soon, everything in Arendelle would change...