A/N: Hello readers! Welcome to my first fanfiction and the first writing piece I have ever posted online. I didn't think simply posting something could be so nerve-wrecking brr. This may be a Frozen fanfic but it's not exactly centred around any Frozen character, but instead my OC. I was actually hoping to use this place to test the reception to this story and my writing abilities, and felt that putting my OC in the Frozen world would be beneficial. I guess what I'm trying to say is, this is merely part of a whole larger series, so bear with me. There will be some focus on Frozen characters, but the plot is kinda centred around my OC, you know?

Man I'm no good with these A/Ns. Well, enjoy the story!

Light struggled to emerge from under her boots, the embers hissing their approval. The vermilion glow flickered as the stomping grew more rapid. I merely stared at the black rubber going up and down, up and down. Just like that, my beautiful fire was gone. It was so tempting to reach a hand out to stop the boot, to relight the fire that danced so gracefully for her. But she knew, she had to remember, it could burn. It had burned. It was the enemy.

Breathing heavily, Mother gave the embers one last stomp, twisted her boot harshly, then drew her foot back. All that was left was a clump of singed thread, not to mention the putrid smell of smoke lingering in the air. Nothing else in the room had been affected through a slight black mark could be seen on the floor where the carpet's corner once was.

"Magdelene."

Despite my trembling, my head jolted up straight away. My immediate obedience was met with her sharp stare and I cowered even further into the corner made by the bookshelf and the wall. If I was hoping for some form of concern, I would have been sorely disappointed. A mixture of emotions swirled in the depth of her brown eyes, making her gaze unreadable, but what was certain was the reflection of what I felt inside; fear. The joy of plaything with the stars in my hands had long dissipated when Mother had barge in and attack the flaming carpet, only to be replaced with a freezing, piercing fear. A realization that what I had create was no simple pretty little plaything, but a weapon that could sear. If it's first victim was the rug, there was no telling if it could-

"Magdelene."

What was I thinking? What could I do with this power? Would Mother throw me out? How would she be able to handle a child with this strange ability? What would I tell people? I may have felt amazed when I first created those flames, but when they grew and caught on... What if it happened out of my home? My fire was dangerous... right?

"Maggie, look up."

I hadn't realised my gaze had dropped until I was called by my nickname. She was hadn't moved from her spot since stomping the fire out, but her feet were restless, as if she wanted to move forwards but was being held back. Her voice was softer, calmer than expected. She took a deep breath as the fear in her eyes was taken over by something else, determination, perhaps. "Sweetie, don't worry. I can handle this. I'll find a way. We'll find a way."

A way to what? I wanted to wail. To reveal this to the world without scaring them? To remove my power? To hide from the world? To what?

But no words came out. I could only stare back with widened eyes brimmed with tear, my shaking getting to the bookshelf an making it vibrate slightly as well.

As if realising I had difficulty getting my questions out, she raised a hand and finally took one step towards me, as if she was taming a wild creature. "I know you're scared, but we'll find a way, just... don't do anything without my permission until I've settled things." She paused and despite how confident she was attempting to sound, I could see the uncertainty bite at her as her hand retreated to grasp the other in a worried, tightly clenched fist.

"We shan't let people know,"she declared with a surprising sense of conviction. Her gaze left me and roamed around the room as she started pacing along the edge of the carper. "You will never, ever use your power in public, she continued, "That's the best way to prevent anyone form seeing you do that. I could even just get you what you need myself, so you don't even have to step out at all!"

At the sound of that, I stopped trembling. Not go out? But I couldn't possibly be stuck here all the time! I'd hide my powers! I promise! I thought desperately, Anything to explore and go outside. I was only seven, for goodness sake! I belong outdoors! Despite how childish I knew my inner voice was being, it certainly distracted me from the fear that hadn't stopped jabbing me since the incident. Before I could fall back into my spiral of shock, the squelching of wet boots pacing stopped, distracting me from my thoughts.

"Oh, and this! I must clean this up before any visitors came by!"

Of course. Our neighbour Mrs Emida might visit with her usual basket of delicious, rosy strawberries. Unfortunately, she could sniff out the slightest piece of gossip and spread it like throwing dandelion seeds to the wind. That would not do. No, we had to hide whatever we could. In this case, it was the carpet with the burnt corner, being reluctantly pulled and rolled out by Mother. She mumbled something about having to throw it away anyway 'since it was 'old and frayed at the tassels' but oh, definitely not burnt at all.

She fussed about the living room while I remained curled in my little corner, paralysed but no longer panting or about to cry. After a few minutes of seemingly pointless trotting about in the room, Mother dragged the carpet roll out, slamming the door behind her while mumbling under her breath all the way.

I let loose a breath I didn't even know I had been holding. With that release, I uncurled myself from my ball, stretching my legs out sluggishly and letting my arms drop to my sides. I winced as pins and needles sprung up when I shifted my left leg, but pushed the uncomfortable sensation away. Although the evidence was cleared, it didn't destroy the fact that the incident did happen. That I had managed to burn something . That she had the ability to create fire. The silence grew, resounding ever so loudly in the empty house, only enhancing my prickling fear and making me more focused on the numb feeling in my leg.

"Stop," I whispered as I grabbed at my hair. The first word I had uttered since the incident and still it was as useless as my earlier attempt to stop the fire from catching onto the rug.

Unable to stand the growing, gaping hole in my mind, I brushed my hands through my black hair, flicking it before hurriedly standing up. The emptiness was slowly chewing at me, I could feel it. Wobbly legs protested, the barbs running along my leg. Ignoring the numbness, I made my way to the stairs. Sleep would help. If it could chase away my flu and send my deep into the land of dreams then maybe it would help me escape from this nightmare. Teeth gritted, I slowly raised one leg after another, somehow making it to the second floor.

Right in front. It was straight ahead. With a last burst of energy, I stumbled towards my bed like a lame horse, throwing myself on the soft white sheets. I made it!

But as I rolled to my side to face the wall, sleep evaded me. Even though the day's event had worn me out, mentally, there was no convincing my body that I was tired. I clenched my eyes shut tightly shut. Sleep, you stupid girl. You have to stop thinking. Come on, sleep. Sleep. Just sleep, Sleep.

Forget about the fire. Forget about the brightness. Forget about the smoke.

...

It started as a spark. Just a spark. So small. So bright. So.. beautiful. The warmth had started in my hands not long after I had woken up, and I had merely scratched at my palms, thinking that it was some annoying itch. But hours passed and that warmth remained. Of course it was odd. But there was no reason it was permanent, and no reason that I couldn't go on with my usual routine. Who would have know that the stars themselves were hiding in there? The stars themselves!

I couldn't believe my eyes when sparks burst from my palm when I reached for a book from the shelf downstairs. When the flames sprung to life, I couldn't possibly deny those alluring flickers their fun. It hadn't tried to hurt me then. Just twirled and danced in my palm, like a graceful young woman. Vivid reds and orange hues winked at me as I had tried to make the fire grow bigger. Grow bigger it did, until it was almost half the height of the book shelf. For long moments I merely stared at the blazing beauty, basking in its light. But then I wanted more.

I wanted it to dance like there was no tomorrow to give it the energy it wanted. Grow. I had thought as I focused on making it bigger. Grow.

The amber tongues reached higher obediently. Its tangerine sparkle spread further as I held my arm out to give it space. I sat down urgently, eager to admire it from a more comfortable position. The prancing fire only bloomed as I grinned at my creation, keen to please me, the one who had given it this life.

But that voice cut in. The little flame shrank and ate the carpet when the shout had interrupted their bonding session. Before I could do or say anything, the fire was smothered out by the stamping of her mother's boots, accompanied by frenzied shrieking. That was when it hit me; this was no game. This was fire I was playing with and I had been warned many, many time, quote by Mother, to never toy with it.

I suppose I hadn't watched where it was going. While it didn't catch onto the books, a sneaky tentacle must have reached for the carpet. And from there it had went downhill.

Would they still visit tonight? They probably didn't like me any more. After all, Mother did squish them with her foot. I raised her hand, palm up, before lowering it hurriedly and tucking it under my side. No. I was told not to.

The warmth was still there. The stars hadn't left. I didn't even know whether to feel frightened or excited any more. But this was too much for a seven year old to ponder on. Despite desperately trying to not think about it, I frenzied over the incident in my fetal position on the bed. What seemed like minutes must have actually been hours, for I could hear the door creaking open when I was still trying to suppress the warmth in my hands.

Light footstep pattered up the stairs and I steadied my breathing. With all the practice I had from faking sickness to stay at home on a lazy day, one would think I was an expert already. But the incident's aftermath wasn't helping my acting, and I simply shut my eyes and froze.

It was silent when she entered. It seemed to drag on and on, till I was tempted to turn and see what she was doing. After what seemed like ages, a rustle from a basket could be heard. I could scent some kind of flower even though I was facing the wall, petunias, maybe? Mother always brought those home to decorate the place. Did it mean she was willing to forget what I had done?

"Oh, Maggie. What will I do with you?"

Nope, she didn't. But just as my lips opened in a silent wail of despair, she had shifted. Her skirt made a 'swoosh' sound as she glided over to my bed. The edge of the bed behind me dipped a little as she settled down. To my surprise, she started stroking my hair.

"But don't worry, I'll take care of everything. Leave it to me, darling. Just hide and all will be fine."

I didn't think she could tell I was awake. But by the sound of her mumbling after her reassuring statements, she probably did think I was asleep. Yet, she didn't stop gently running her fingers over my hair, again and again. A smile crept along my lips. Maybe Mother would allow me to live a normal life! It wasn't for sure, but I couldn't help the joy and relief from bubbling in my chest. Having some form of closure to the day's event, I finally let darkness consume me, falling asleep to Mother's soothing strokes and the smell of petunias.

Lil' Madgelene and her powers are revealed and in the next few chapters, so will Mother's name! But what will become of them from now on? That's it for now, but a few things:

- This is sort of an advertisement? Or a request? I don't have a beta and am not very good with editing since this is my first piece I am posting online. So while I ask of you to forgive any minor mistakes (and point them out if you really want me to correct them), I was wondering if anyone would like to help to beta for me?

- Also, since this is a prologue, I might not catch the full interest of people who can't wait for the plot. But I'm still open to criticism, so feel free to review and be as specific as you want. I'm kinda anxious to know how to improve, though keep in mind that while I will try to adapt, I may not be able to suit your suggestions 100% due to my skills. If possible, could you guys review in a Fanfic account? I'd be glad to answer questions and I can even further understand what details I could add. Won't spam, I promise!

Well, hope you enjoyed this prologue! I will be going at this for a few chapters until I decide whether I will move this story else where. The next chapter is a time-skip to her teenage years and I will take awhile to update as my exams are round the corner. Till the next chapter!

~Seasonal~