Lights, Camera, Act—Wait, this isn't a movie. Haha, MagicFireTiger here! This is my first fanfiction and I'm really excited about it. I still haven't gotten a complete hang of this website, so if any of you could give me some pointers, that would be great! :D So, please read and, only if you want to, review! Thanks so much for coming this far and deciding to read my story, and enjoy! One more thing—there will DEFINETLY be a sequel to this first book, so make sure to look out for more books by MagicFireTiger. Thanks again! :D -MagicFireTiger

PROLOGUE

The young man sat on the hard, wooden bench, the only furniture in the cell besides a bed with one single pillow and a thin, ragged blanket, all equally as hard and cold as the bench. The man had ginger colored hair that was dirty and growing long, and his eyes were green and cold. His side burns had grown longer and sharper, and his face was ragged and dirty. This man had the torn and dirt-stained clothes of a prince on, but the heart and reality of a traitor.

He looked up from his hands as footsteps echoed loudly through the darkness and silence of the dungeons below the castle of the royal family of the Southern Isles. Then, two large figures walked in front of the bars locking Prince Hans of the Southern Isles inside his prison cell. They were both big and full of muscles, and red-heads similar to Hans himself. One of them, the one with black on, had an eye-patch, while the other, with a lighter colored outfit, had side burns not unlike the ones Hans had before.

"What do you want?" Hans sneered at the men, not showing his surprise at seeing these two people who had left him long ago.

"You," Side-Burns answered simply.

"And what, exactly, would two of my older brothers, the ones who ran away from us years ago, want to do with me? I'm the shrimp, remember?" Hans added with scorn.

"Oh, we remember, all right," Side-Burns said. "And what we have to offer you might be worth treating us a bit nicer than that for a little while."

"And what might that be?" Hans asked.

"We have a way to help you get your revenge on the queen and princess of Arendelle," Side-Burns said.

Hans jumped up at that. "How do you know about that?! Tell me!"

"We have our sources," Side-Burns replied calmly; Hans wondered why Eye-Patch had not spoken up until that point, but then remembered that, as a child, he had not been one to talk much.

It enraged Hans even further, seeing how calm and at ease his brothers seemed to be. But this time, he kept his anger at bay, and said in a calm voice, "What are you offering me?"

"That's more like it," Side-Burns said, and he and Eye-Patch both gave evil grins of satisfaction. "Alright, we'll tell you. So, we heard of this woman, someone who can give us what we deserve. In other words, "change our fates". We need three people who really desire it, and the only other person we could think of was you." Then, he pulled out a single key from out of his pocket, waving it up in the air. "Are you ready for your revenge, brother?"

Hans, Side-Burns, and Eye-Patch followed the glowing, whispy, blue lights that lead them to a small cottage deep in a forest. Hans stepped forward and knocked on the silver knocker, which had paint chipping from it. A few moments later, the door was opened from inside the cottage and a woman peered out. She was old and stooped, with humongous, hazel-colored eyes. She wore a green cloak and her skin was thin and wrinkly, and her nose was quite long and thick. Her hair was extremely bushy and light gray; odd earrings dangled by the sides of her face. The whole sight of her was slightly frightening.

"Hello?" the woman said in a Scottish accent, looking up at all three men. "Ah, you came back with the third One. Come in, come in." She ushered them inside her cottage. It was small and low-ceilinged and dark, with a small table in the middle. There was a large cauldron sitting on the ground beside it, which was littered with books, strange things that looked like parts of dead animals, and even a small wooden wand.

"Come on," the woman said, gesturing toward the table, which had four chairs seated around it. "Sit down."

The red-heads each took a seat, but when Eye-Patch sat down, he let out a jump of fright as a loud shriek came from the chair. He looked down to see a crow with eyes as wide as the old woman's, and feathers extremely ruffled from when Eye-Patch had sat on it.

"Oh!" cried the woman exasperatedly. "You! Out! Now!" she said, pointing at the bird.

"Fine, oh fine," it said. "I'll go, there's no need to be rude!" With that, it flew out of an open window.

"Gah, he's such a pain!" the woman said, and was distracted for a moment before remembering her silently waiting guests. "Please sit down," she added to Eye-Patch, who nervously looked down at his chair to make sure there weren't any more crazy animals, and reluctantly took a seat.

"Now," she continued. "I've already heard yer problem, Misters Stabbington, when you came by before, but you are new." The woman looked directly at Hans. "What is your story?"

"Well…." Hans explained what had happened in Arendelle, where he had tried and failed to take over and become king.

"I see, I see," the woman said thoughtfully. "I take it you wish for something, maybe the opposite of ice… perhaps, fire?"

Hans just sat there, looking at her.

"Yes, yes…."she continued, now talking to herself. "Yes… that works! Boy. I will give you a spell to help you get what you want."

"Yes?" Hans said questioningly.

"I will give you a spell that will give ye fire powers."

Hans gaped at her. "Fire powers?" he asked, astonished. "You can really give me fire powers?"

"Yes, yes," the old woman continued. "It's what you want, isn't it, dearie?" She stuck her face in his, raising a questioning eyebrow. The Southern Isles prince noticed her breath reeked of decay and mold.

"Yes… alright. Do it," Hans said, now more demanding.

"Of course, yes, however…" The woman stuck her face in closer. "There is a price, as there always is with magic."

"What do you want?" Hans questioned. "I have nothing."

"You do have something." She pointed at his ragged cloak. "Your mother's pendant."

Hans jumped from his chair. "No!" He said forcefully, remembering his mother's last dying gift to him.

"Sweetie, if ye want what yer after, ye've got ta give me the pendant," the woman insisted, her accent suddenly increasingly Scottish.

Hans hesitated. He did want revenge on Anna and Elsa—and revenge was too sweet a prospect to pass up. He ripped open a seam in his shirt and took out a small stone item, a pendant with the picture of a flower carved into it. As he gave the stooped woman his one and only remaining link to his mother, he thought to himself, Witch!

The witch grabbed the pendant from out of his hand and stuffed it inside her cloak, then got to work. She stood up and took a few things from the table and put them in the cauldron. Then, she added a cup of water that seemed to have appeared out of nowhere and stirred the potion in the cauldron with her wand. Next, a small eruption seemed to emit from the cauldron and then the witch waved her wand and out came a small crystal vial filled with a red liquid that looked unnervingly like blood.

"Here," she said, thrusting the potion at Hans. "Drink up. And as for you two," she raised her wand and made a complicated movement with it towards the Stabbington Brothers, and white magic encircled them until they disappeared.

"What did you do to them?" Hans asked curiously. Not as though he cared about what happened to the people who had made his life more miserable than could possibly be imagined; he just was wondering what this mysterious woman had done.

"I changed their fates," the witch answered simply. "Drink up, now!"

"You are sure about this, right? This isn't poison I'm about to drink, is it?"

"It'll do the trick, dearie."

So Hans took off the cork that held the liquid inside the vial. As he drank, he felt warmth gush through him, burning his throat and making him cough and gasp. Then, he held up his hands and two balls of fire appeared in them, and then became one as he put his hands together.

The young man separated his hands and the fire was extinguished. He slowly walked out of the door, which had been opened already, though he did not remember seeing anyone do it. He did not say a word.

The witch followed after him and called out to him, "Nice chatting with you!" and turned around, slamming the door behind her, and went back inside her cottage. She hobbled over to a set of drawers in a far corner. She took out the pendant Hans had given her in return for the spell and placed it beside the rest of her treasures: a stone ring with two hammers crossing each other, another pendant with an intricate design of three bears and other twists, yet another ring with something like two reindeer on it, and countless other items; there was even a dried and pressed rose, which had a very strong and luscious scent.

The witch sighed happily, remembering the other victims of her magic. She skipped a little. "Oh, what fun!" she said out loud, and suddenly the demented crow flew back into the cottage through an open window.

"Oh, what fun!" it said, and then was knocked out cold by the thoroughly irritated witch, but she thought to herself, Oh, what fun indeed! Then she thought of something else.

Why're so many of 'em red-heads lately?