The ceremony was beautiful, truly magical. Never in my life had I been more at peace, or more thankful to have been born. In truth my life had been fairly pleasant in the past two years. My kingdom flourished as it had never before. I was no longer afraid to step out in the sun, never was I tempted to close the gates. No longer did my father's words haunt me, "conceal, don't feel". And above all I had my sister. I was truly happy.

I watched as my sister stood proud and tall in-front of the kingdom and in-front of the kings and queens of nearly fifty other kingdoms as well. The smile never left her face, the twinkle in her eye grew brighter with each passing moment. The man she stood across from too had the same smile on his face, and twinkle in his eyes, something one might not expect to see on such a strong mountain man. I looked to my right side where my dear friend sat. His stubby white legs dangled as they were much too short to touch the ground. He hummed the march that had played earlier, his eyes glued on Anna and Kristoff. Olaf really was adorable, and his heart was pure gold…proof that my powers could be beautiful.

The priest turned to Anna.

"Anna, do you—"

"I do." She partially yelled cutting the priest off. Everyone in the room, including myself, giggled at her excitement. But that was Anna.

"With that," the priest said trying, but failing, to keep the smile off his face. "I now pronounce you husband and wife." He turned to Kristoff and nodded. "You may now kiss the bride."

Kristoff started to lean into what would have been a quick, yet romantic, kiss, but Anna had other plans. She threw her bouquet of flowers; I unbelievably caught them, and pulled Kristoff down towards her. She pressed her lips to his and he surrendered. Some of the older nobles cleared their throats; I smiled and started the applause. The five hundred guests joined in, and soon the room was nearly shaking due to the clapping. Anna and Kristoff reluctantly pulled away from each other, smiling at the guest.

I was about to step forward and hug my now married sister when I heard a different kind of shouting coming from the closed doors.

"Halt in the name of Her Majesty!" a guard shouted. There was a loud 'whooshing' sound. I knew that it was the guard's body being thrown into the wall. The other guards started to yell at the unknown threat. Repeating what the first guard had shouted. But they too were silenced, either by being thrown into the stone walls...or worse.

The large wooden doors flew open, and a guard came running in.

"Your Majesty, it's him…." He yelled pointing towards the open doors. I looked up to see a figure standing in the doorway. His dark black hair was sleeked back; his green eyes seemed to glow in the light. A crocked smile smeared across his face. He looked directly at me,

"Sorry I'm late," he said. He started to walk forward. His cape of raven feathers flowed behind him. His black robes made him appear to be a creature of smoke more than a human. Everyone in the room began to cower away, avoiding looking at him. I stepped in-front of my sister, arms spread out in a defensive position. He seemed to find that entertaining, giving a light chuckle. We both knew my powers were nothing compared to his. He stopped about ten feet away from me. He never took his eyes off of me. From the corner of my eye I could see Kristoff stepping slightly in front of Anna, he held her tight against himself. Olaf waddled towards us as well. His generally smiling face now had a scowl plastered onto it.

"What do you want?" I asked him. "I won't have you ruining my sister's wedding." He laughed again.

"I haven't come to ruin anything, Dear. On the contrary I come to give a gift."

"We want nothing from you," Anna hissed at him. For the first time he took his eyes off of me and looked directly at Anna.

"But you shall have it!" he snarled at her. His gaze returned to me for a moment, before he began to pace around, making sure to look at the crowd. "My gift to you is this happy, happy day. For tomorrow my real work begins."

"What are you talking about?" Kristoff asked. He looked at my new brother-in-law and smiled wickedly.

"Something is coming," he said with a smile. "Something terrible! Soon everything you love, everything all of you have ever loved will be taken from you. And out of your suffering…will rise my victory." He now looked directly at me. The false smile completely vanished, now only a look of pure hatred was on his face. "I shall destroy your happiness…if it is the last thing I do!" He turned sharply, his cape of red and black feathers nearly hit me.

Anger and rage got the better of me. "HEY," I shouted. He turned and glared at me. I threw my arm back, and with a quick thrust threw it back at him, a long icicle formed out of thin air and flew towards him at top speed. But it was too late. He had vanished in a cloud of dark red smoke before the icicle could hit him; instead it hit the wall and shattered. The crowd all started to talk, some fainted, some seemed frozen in fear, some began to run out of the chapel, but not because of me. But because of him…of the Dark Wizard of the Western Realm…of Wilhelm. I looked back at my sister, who had nearly buried herself into her new husband. I turned back to face the crowd.

"It's alright," I said. "It's alright. He's gone now." The talking seemed to die down, but I could see the fear in everyone's eyes, the same fear that mimicked mine. "There is no need to be afraid, not now at least, this is a happy day. One I will not let him or anyone else ruin. Now please trust me…you're all safe." They seemed to by the lie, or at least they wanted to believe they were safe. But I knew they weren't. My people were in grave danger. And there was nothing I could do to save them.