Hello! Welcome to my new story! I know this concept is a little weird and possibly childhood-ruining, so if the idea of the Disney princes and princesses fighting one another to the death really freaks you out, then this story might not be perfect for you. But if you like Disney and the Hunger Games, maybe you'll enjoy this! I promise not to make it too gory or to make any of the characters way more creepy or violent than they are in their original movies.

There are going to be 6 chapters before the Games start, with 4 new tributes introduced each chapter, and then chapter 7 will be the first one of the actual Games. A new chapter will be posted every Sunday. Also, please take the poll on my profile if you want! It's to help me decide who Merida's district partner should be, since she doesn't have a prince. (UPDATE: That poll is now closed, Hercules is her partner!) Enjoy!

Aurora, District 8

There are still a few hours until the sun rises, but there's no point in staying in bed any longer. I won't be sleeping any more on a night like this.

Careful not to wake up my parents or my three aunts, I slip down the narrow staircase, smiling as I enter the kitchen and catch sight of the dress form on the mannequin. I'm just a seamstress, but my aunts sometimes design clothes, and they almost always disagree on them. This dress is no different: half of it is blue, and its other side is pink. I shake my head. At least I know their final product will be beautiful. It always is.

I pull my shawl over my head, slip out the front door, and run down the road. Our district is fairly industrial, but I'm lucky enough to live near a small forest, which is where I go now. I follow the familiar path to a small stream, where I sit on a rock, dip my toes in the water, and wait for the sun to rise.

As I wait, I have no way of keeping myself from thinking of the day to come: Reaping Day. Every year, starting about a month away, I start to get more and more scared leading up to this day. Of course the odds are always against me getting chosen, but I can never help feeling like it's going to be me. And this year is no different.

I tear my thoughts away from the horrifying idea of being chosen when I see a small chipmunk sitting across the stream from me. I can't help but smile. Lately, I've been coming here so often that some of the animals have let their guards down around me. Sure enough, a few moments later, I spot a few more small rodents peeping out, and I hear birds singing in the trees. I stand on the rock, reach up, and grab a branch above me. It took me a long time to realize I could do this, but I haul myself up on top of the branch, giving me a perfect view of the beginnings of a beautiful sunrise. I lean my head against the trunk, listen to the birds chirping, and begin to hum softly to myself. Once the sun completely rises, I know I'll need to return home and face the ceremony, but for now, I have my final moments of peace.

Kristoff, District 5

I grunt as I drop the last block of ice in its place. I'm finally done for the morning. I pull my mittens off and rub my hands together as I trudge up the hill away from the frozen lake. Soon those ice blocks will be taken to some kind of factory, where they'll be melted and used for water power. I couldn't tell you any more details than that. I just know that my area's job is in the actual retrieval of the ice.

I'd love to go light a fire and warm up, but a shuttle bus is coming soon to take us to the center of the district for the ceremony. Our cold area is pretty close to the border of the district, but today, we'll be taken to the warmer area. Too bad the trip isn't for a happier occasion.

As I board the bus, I look around at the other young people solemnly taking their seats. It's so unnerving how any one of these people might not be returning tonight. Of course, chances are that we all will be returning, and like always, the people reaped will be people I've never heard of. But there's always that chance.

Anna, District 5

"Come on, girls!" my mother calls from up ahead. She and my father turn to look back at Elsa and me—we seem to be slowing down more and more as we near the square. Can you blame us? One more corner and it will be in view.

Elsa squeezes my hand. "Come on," she says softly. Easy for her to say. She's no longer eligible to be reaped. And even though of course she's scared for me, she can't be feeling the same true fear that I am.

Before I'm ready, we're there, and I have to go stand with my age group while Elsa and our parents must stay separated in their own section. Without them with me, the panic really begins to set in. How am I supposed to stand here by myself and listen to them sentence two people to death?

The mayor's speech begins, but I'm too numb to listen. I try to search out my family's faces in the crowd, but I can't find them. They're too far away. And now here comes the escort. He says some generic introductory words (probably including "and may the odds be ever in your favor,") and then he's walking towards the bowl with the girls' names.

I glance around one more time, and someone near me shifts, opening up my view and allowing a direct sight line to my family. I stare straight at them, trying to tune out what's happening on stage and to see only them.

But looking at them only makes it worse when the name they call is mine.

My mother crumples into my father, while Elsa seems completely frozen, her expression one of pure shock.

I force myself to tear my gaze away from them and make my way to the stage.

Phillip, District 8

The blond girl's wide dark eyes look around in bewilderment and fear as she gazes out at all of us. She is the pure image of a victim. She looks like she's never done anything to hurt anyone in her life. And now she's been sentenced to death.

But now I need to draw my attention to the boy's name. The escort pulls out a slip and takes a breath.

Heads turn to me, and for a moment, I can't breathe. Then I remind myself that I am now a tribute. My strategizing begins now. That starts with a brave face.

I set my expression and stride forward. Aurora shakes my hand, her beautiful face gazing up at me in fear. And then our district is forced to applaud us before we're taken down to the justice building, our last room before we leave out district, and for at least one of us, it will be permanently.

There it is! I know this chapter was really short and not much happened, but I'm mostly just trying to establish who the tributes are for now. And sorry that the calling of the names was awkwardly blocked out, but I didn't want to randomly give them last names that they never had in the movies :p See you next Sunday!

UPDATE: I had a crazy week and didn't have time to finish the next chapter :( I promise new chapters will be coming starting next Sunday!