AN: Hey everyone! I know in my last story I said I would write a Sabriel story but it gave me major writers block, so I'm writing a combination of Sabriel and Destiel. This is my own version of Frozen with Dean as Elsa and Sam as Anna. The storyline in the beginning is the same but the further you get it changes. I hope you guys enjoy it!
DISCLAIMER: I do not own anything Supernatural or Frozen. Hope you guys enjoy it :)
PS sorry for any spelling errors.
-DEAN-
"Deeaaaannnnn." Sam whispered into his brother's ear.
Dean groaned, barring his face into his pillow, "Go back to sleep Sammy."
"I can't!" Sam gasped crawling onto the bed, and shaking Dean's shoulders.
"Why not?" Dean asked rolling over and looked up at his five year old brother. Sam's hazel eyes were bright with excitement, his dark brown hair almost reaching his shoulders. Their mother had tried several times to get Sam to let her cut his hair but he flat out refused. He wouldn't let anyone but Dean touch his hair let alone cut it. The only problem with that was Dean rarely ever wanted to cut his younger brother's hair.
"The sky is awake and angry." Sam responded plopping down onto the floor and half walk half jogged to the window seal.
"How is it angry?" Dean asked pulling his covers down.
"Come see." Sam insisted waving his arm frantically, his eyes locked on the sky.
Curiosity getting the better of him, Dean slipped off his bed onto the cold wood floor, clambered onto the window seat next to Sam, and stared up at the full red moon. "It's not angry Sammy," Dean smiled down at his brother, "It's a solar Eclipsen."
"A solar eclupsien?" Sam asked his hazel eyes growing wide with wonder.
"Um hm." Dean nodded sliding back onto the floor and started back towards his bed. Sam and Dean shared a large room, two full sized beds across from each other, Dean's a Dark green and Sam's a light baby blue. The Castle they lived in had more than enough rooms for each brother to have 20 rooms each, but at the same time the place was so big they preferred to be together.
"Dean!" Sam yelled grabbing one of his brother's arms.
"Yea Sammy?" Dean asked turning back to face the scared looking child.
"Can I sleep in your bed with you tonight?" He asked looking hopefully between Dean and the green bed.
With a soft smile, Dean pulled Sam into a hug, "How about we play with a friend of mine, then we will crawl into my bed. Only if it's just for tonight."
Dean loved to see the smile that blossomed on his brother's face, "With Magic?"
"With magic." Dean confirmed unable to keep a smile from spreading on his own lips.
"YAY!" Sam exclaimed pulling away from Dean and scrambled towards their toy chest. Pulling out a bulky jar of dirt, he held it close to his chest.
"Get some slippers." Dean breathed sliding his own pair on and pulled out his and Sam's robes out. Making sure Sam had his own slippers on; they snuck out of their room. Pressing a finger to his lips, Sam and Dean made their way down to the first floor from the third. Sam's breath was now coming out in huffs, his cheeks were rosy, but his Hazel eyes were still bright and excited.
"In here." Dean called yanking open the door that led into the gigantic ballroom. With a giggle of excitement, Sam rushed into the room followed close behind Dean.
"Put this on." Dean said holding out the winter robe to Sam as he began to pull on his own.
"Why?" Sam asked taking the robe and wrapping it around himself.
"I'm going to try to make a Snow Angel." Dean replied taking the jar of dirt from Sam, opening it, and pouring a generous amount of it on the floor in the middle of the room.
"Snow?" Sam asked delightedly.
"No guarantees here Sam," Dean smiled at the boy, "I've never done Snow Angels before." Sam stood back near one of the pillars on the edge of the dance floor and watched Dean.
Taking a deep breath, Dean reached out over the dirt. With what felt like three times the normal adrenaline rush shooting through every fiber of his being, a white glow shot out from Dean's fingers and palm. It looked like a ball of lava as it slowly drifted like a feather to the floor into the dirt. Stepping back, Dean gripped his hand into a fist and pulled up. As the sand rose, a figure began to form. A man stood tall with blank eyes staring at Dean completely made of Sand. With a Smirk and glow of triumph, Dean turned his eyes from the Semi-transparent statue of the man to Sam.
AN: End of chapter one. I hope you liked it. Feel free to leave me a review. Ill be posting a new portion hopefully every three to five days.