"Lukas. Lukas! Lu-Lu, wake up!" A boy around the age of five pestered another child upon his bed in the large room they appeared to share.
"Tino go to sleep." Replied the eight year old currently being harassed.
"I can't! The sky's awake, so I'm awake. Play with me." He nudged again.
"No. Go back to bed." The elder pushed the other off the large bed and onto the floor. The blonde landed with a thud on his rear and, for a moment, seemed discouraged until a spark flashed in his eyes. He scurried back up the bed and leaned in close to Lukas' ear, whispering in excitement over the sudden idea.
"Do you wanna build a snow man?"
Eyes still closed the cousin smirked at the suggestion before relenting.
"Only if you're quiet."
Tino screamed silently and tugged on his older relative's arm to usher him up and out of the room.
Their tiny feet pitter-pattered down the hallways until Lukas opened a set of double doors and hastily snuck Tino and himself inside. Once safely secluded in the giant ballroom, the younger looked up at his older cousin.
"Do your magic!"
Lukas couldn't hold back a smile at the younger's excitement. It was sweet how little flakes of frozen water could make Tino's eyes turn wide as saucers, awed in amazement and wonder. It made Lukas feel special, happy to have the power; Like it was more of a gift rather than a tool, as his father put it.
Lukas rolled his wrist, forming a fresh powder in his hand and having it swirl before condensing it more and more, making the small ice look as if it were crystals before launching the flurry into the air, having it explode into a soft blizzard of gently falling snow. Tino loved the sight and Lukas knew it. The flakes fell slowly as Tino ran around, relishing in the cold. Lukas never felt the bite of chill, and wondered how his non-magical cousin seemed to actually enjoy the feeling most people disliked about snow and winter. But that only made their bond more special. Though they were technically cousins, they referred to each other more as brothers, having grown up together ever since Tino could barely walk.
True to his word, they built a snowman. Well, more like Lukas conjured up the snowman and Tino just decorated it. None the less, it was a favorite pastime for both of them. They took the snowman and had him slide around the ice, frozen over the hardwood floors, and skated along with the ice-man they called Feli.
Lukas developed sarcasm at a very young age, and always had the snowmen saying things like " Hi I'm Feli and I like warm hugs-AND PASTA!"
It was a reminder of when they once traveled far to a place called Italy with his father, and everyone there spoke and ate very differently than what they were used to. It was like a completely different world, and it only opened Lukas' eyes up to adventure. But, alas, he was told that, until he could control his powers, traveling was out of the question.
During that trip he could hardly contain himself, and froze tiny things left and right. Once, they were eating and he kept accidentally freezing his fork, turning his food to ice before it could reach his mouth. His mother had to feed both he and Tino, leaving everyone slightly embarrassed, but mostly him. Lukas was still happy though, and having his little cousin's encouragement put him more at ease, even if the younger was only three years old at the time.
A snowball broke his remembrance and he looked to the direction it came from to find Tino giggling. He smiled wickedly and formed his own snowball from thin air, before throwing it at Tino. The smaller tried to dodge it but it still managed to hit his leg, which he only laughed at.
Tino was so carefree and fearless, and that was demonstrated when he began running and jumping off the mounds of pre-existing snow that they played on earlier in the night. He jumped off a particularly high one before yelling "Catch me Lukas!" Something the older was more than happy to do.
But his brother did it again, and again, and again, faster and higher each time, and Lukas found himself having a difficult time keeping up. Each mound towered higher than the next, trying to keep the prince further from the ground, but also making the wooden floor more of an impending danger, the situation growing worse without Lukas meaning for it to.
"S-Slow down Tino! I can't keep up!" Lukas tried to warn, but the younger couldn't hear him over his laughter and giggles that echoed through the ballroom. Tino jumped again and, in a panic, Lukas slipped as he cast for more snow, missing his intended target and instead hitting him in the eyes.
The five year old landed in a white pile underneath him and made no move to get up. Thoroughly horrified, Lukas began yelling and hurried to Tino's side. He propped him up in his arms and tried shaking him, begging him to open his eyes and wake up. But, as if to further his fear, a streak of the younger boy's hair quickly began turning white.
No longer able to contain himself, he screamed for his parents. Having been so loud earlier they thankfully weren't far, but had to force the doors open due to all of Lukas' frost.
"Lukas, what have you done? This can't keep happening-"
The king stopped when he saw his eldest son holding the younger, tears pouring from his eyes onto the iced floor, freezing upon impact, while Tino's body was eerily still. The queen rushed forward and pulled Tino out of Lukas's arms.
"I'm sorry! It was an accident! I didn't mean to hit him!" He cried. The king, along with his wife, bent over the littlest prince. Though he wasn't moving his heart was still beating and his face twisted in unconscious pain.
"What do we do?" His flustered mother asked, clearly distressed.
"I know where we need to go-Get your cloaks."
On his way home little Berwald and his reindeer Sven trekked through the woods, hauling a rather nicely sized block of ice. The child was happy to have cut one so big and hoped to sell it to have enough for a large meal and some carrots for his hairy companion. Times had gotten significantly harder for the Swede as of late, and now he had to rely on the icemen in his warm town. Luckily underneath their gruff exterior were kind hearts and they took him under their wings, teaching him how to mine ice every morning for work.
Even so, he and Sven were young and thus slower and clumsier, tending to lag behind the group, but never too far. During this early morning they were walking their usual trail back to town when Berwald heard galloping. Whoever it was they were approaching, and fast.
Looking back he caught a glimpse of two riders bolting past and leaving a trail of something white. He told Sven to stop and pulled the reins as he leaned down to inspect the ground. He couldn't believe it at first but when he reached down and touched the ground sure enough it was a fresh dusting of snow.
His eyes grew as he continued to touch the frostbitten plants that were left in the horses wake and decided to follow the cold path.
Leading Sven back around they quickly tried to pursue the mysterious people able to conjure up such frost. The small reindeer's short legs pulled hard uphill with the sleigh. They slowed when they saw the horses tied up off to the side of this empty, small valley in the middles of the forest. Berwald unfastened the sled and lead him and his friend off to the side, hiding behind some rocks and foliage. The area sunk a little in the middle, creating almost an arena or amphitheater where the cloaked figures stood.
But soon they lowered their hoods to reveal a man and his wife, who carried a little boy in her arms, and another boy not far from Berwald's age, standing directly next to the man. Berwald assumed they were a family, and a worried one at that. Both the woman and taller boy looked to the man, confused about their destination.
They waited, a silence almost eerie fall around them before the ground started shaking. Berwald was tempted to abandon his mission and leave when all the surrounding rocks simultaneously began rolling into the middle where the family was, where they promptly came to a stop. Sven started to freak out and when Berwald tried to quell his fears a voice interrupted beside them
"Ssssh I'm trying to listen-Well aren't you cute? I think I'll keep you." Berwald nearly shrieked but it came out more as a silent scream as he looked to his side and saw a bulbous, tiny rock-person who pinched his cheek. He was about to say something until he heard the man he and Sven had been following.
"Please help us." He took the boy and lowered him down for a small, old troll.
"Are the powers born or cursed?"
"Born. He was hit on the head."
The troll paused before speaking again.
"Lucky for him. If it were the heart, it would've been fatal. But matters of the mind are easier to mend."
Lukas clutched at the hems of his father's pants, guilt and worry consuming at his chest as the trolls talked of his magic.
The wise troll gently waved his arm in the air, silencing the others while fabricating soft images as he spoke of Lukas and his ability.
"Your powers are great and will only grow stronger as you grow. People will love you and your gift but if you can't learn to control it that love can turn to fear."
It quelled his concern over Tino but a new worry fell in its place. How was the blonde to control his powers? Even his father couldn't completely control his- What hope was there for him? And Tino! What if he accidentally hurt him again?
"I will erase all the memories of magic, but I'll keep the fun."
Memories of them flashed in the air, slowly being replaced from having magic to ordinary things such as Lukas rolling up a snow man instead of simply conjuring one up. It left him crestfallen but he didn't dare object-this was to help Tino.
When the rock troll was done Tino still had the solid white streak in his hair but his face looked at peace. At that Lukas felt relieved. As long as his cousin was healthy and safe, he'd be fine. He knew he and his father would have a long discussion once they reached home, but, for now, the royal family was okay.
Okay so in case you haven't guessed it, Kuro-Riya and I (Tora-Star) have teamed up to make a SuFin/DenNor in the setting of Frozen. I dunno about the rest of you or if there are already writers doing this (I swear on my yaoi Kuro and I thought of this on our own and had no influence off other fics.)but I mean, Elsa and Lukas are fo sho long lost homies.
Anyways~ I wrote this chapter and Kuro wrote the next chapter and we switch off! We'll both be able to see the reviews and messages so feel free to post and message us.