A/N: This story is after the events in Frozen, I wrote so that in a way the events parallel, but not the same, more to cause a sense of deja vu in certain parts. Elsa will be male in the story, the rest of the characters will stay with the same gender and name.

Chapter 1: Never Again

A black haired boy, no older than eight slept peacefully in his room. It was decorated in navy blues, golds, and silvers. The light of the moon traveled from the clear sky through the window into his room, lightning his small body with an ethereal glow. His breathing was inaudible, the only evidence that he even did was the steady movement of his small chest. He snuggled closer to a small navy blue pillow, with details and a hand-sewed name; Sebastian Maximus X. Something that has become distinctive of his line was that, without fail, one of the children would have what many call "Holmesian genes" and only one inherited all the gene, no matter how many brothers or sisters were born in that generation. The Gene's name came from the first King of Langelinie: Sherlock Holmes. Only one of the children would be born with curly hair so black it sometimes appeared purple, eyes like blue hued steel, and skin like the softest and richest of creams. And one more attribute: a genius mind. The others might be born with black hair, or the icy-blue eyes, or the creamy skin, maybe even with the brilliant mind, but never with all four combined. Sebastian, like many, but unknown others, before him, was born with yet another gift...

His sleep was abruptly stopped by a certain little brother, who you could've mistaken by a cousin since he was practically a polar opposite both in personality, intellect (he's far from dumb though) and physique "Psss! Psss!" he crawled with difficulty to get on the bed and once he did he jumped over his older brother, making them both bounce on the small bed. "Sebastian, wake up, wake up!' he whispers excitedly, shaking his older brother relentlessly. Said boy's eyes fluttered open for a second while murmuring "John... Go back to sleep." his head fell back on the pillow.

"I can't." the short boy then fell dramatically on his poor older brother "The sky is awake, so I'm awake. And I want to play!"

Sebastian smiled "Go play by yourself." and pushed little John out of the bed. The blond fell on the floor with a suppressed "uf", he contemplated his options for a couple of seconds. A brilliant idea struck his mind. You see, our dear Sebastian, being the most mature and reserved of the two, knew when was time to play and time to work, but like any boy he had a weakness: Adventure. Little John excitedly jumped on the bed once more and opened one of his brother's eyes "Do you wanna play Dragon Hunters?" he probed knowing what the result would be. Sebastian opened his eyes and his smile matched his brother's mischievous tone.

He was dragged by the hand throughout the castle "Come on, Come on, Come on!", while doing his best to keep his exited and energetic brother quiet "Shss! Shssssssssss!"

They opened a secluded ballroom of white marble and statues of gold and curtains of the richest red. They giggled, the older more shyly than his little brother. "Do the magic! Do the magic!" he pulled his older brother to the center of the room. They heard a small bark, John cooed and picked the puppy up "Ohhh, Cesar came too." he jumped and giggled. The black haired gave a shy smile and rubbed his right hand "warming it up" with his fingers. His gaze then fell to focus on the task, he twirled his hands so that they created a sphere-like shape, bright orange sparks started to appear, the some harmless lightning zaps until it formed into a ball of colorful sparks. John "wowed" in awe. Sebastian asked "Ready?" and the blond nodded.

The eldest threw his hands upwards and the ball shot out, and the exploded in a single but spectacular firework, red, blue, purple, green and yellow embers fell from above. John cheered "This is amazing!"

Sebastian took a battle stance "Ready?" John let go of Cesar and nodded "Ready." The black pup barked. He made a sudden pushing motion to the opposite side of the room, fire shoot from his hands, touched the ground and when it did the smoke formed a phantom dragon, enough to distinguish but not completely corporeal. It's (both iris-less and pupil-less) eyes glowed and released equally orange mist. It's appearance was ethereal and to the observant eye would appear unfinished, in terms of solidness of course.

The little blond boy giggled and took a ready stance.

Sebastian moved his hands, with moderate finesse, upward. The dragon made a grandiose standing, extending its wings, looking down on the boys; its legs were muscular and moved swiftly. Then it dove in; it's long neck moving like an attacking snake.

John evaded the "attack" clumsily, blowing a raspberry at the mute beast, giddy with thrill and energy. Sebastian was careful with the dragon's movements, making look like it had life of its own. The dragon's jaws snapped soundlessly every time it "missed" the little blond. He squealed and ran and jumped around. Sebastian smiled and continued to control the dragon. "Up, up, up!"

He smiled timidly and the fire he controlled solidified into a glistering black platform, a mixture of dull ash and small bright dots. "Yay!" he cheered and jumped to the next platform every time the dragon "tried" to catch him. Had he stayed in the same rhythm he would've been just fine, but John was a thrill seeker and he soon enough was not satisfied with the current pace. He jumped higher and faster "Faster, faster!"; Sebastian's face showed worry and anxiety. "John, slow down." he warned. Neither realized the Dragon had stopped moving, it mutely observed the situation unfold. As Sebastian struggled to keep up, Cesar, the black German Shepherd pup, got too close to him and the eldest stepped on him. Cesar's pained yelp distracted Sebastian and he lost his focus. "Weeee!" John jumped even higher and didn't realize he was about to fall 15 feet down. "JOHN!" Sebastian reached desperately for his brother.

The dragon, with will of it's own, dove in and transformed into a yellow diamond slide. John landed hard, but was spared from graver injuries. "Hmgh." he whimpered and cradled his arm. Sebastian rushed to his brother's side and cradled him. He took his arm and was forever grateful that the only wound he had was but a small scratch and a blossoming bruise. The raven haired boy hugged the blonde close to his chest, cooing comfortingly. "It's alright, just a scratch." he patted the youngest's head. He promised himself he would be more careful next time.

The both slightly tense and awkward silence was completely perturbed by the slamming open of the doors. It took Sebastian a single gaze into the man's furious features to realize, with a sinking heart, that there would be no next time. John Aurelius X resembled his father so much he might as well have been a copy, even for a baby, he does fortunately have his mother's face and heart, things Sebastian was grateful the most. Sebastian wasn't stupid, he knew very well that for that man he was the unwanted previous-marriage-son and Julius Aurelius IX made sure to make his life a living hell. "What have you done to my son?!" he stomped all the way, he looked like a madman about to pounce.

Sebastian trembled and for a second got away from his injured brother, but he couldn't just drop him. He stayed but kept him uphold by the shoulders. "It was a accident...!" he whimpered.

The man quickly took John away from him and inspected his arm, Sebastian's hands shook badly and he was close to panicking. The man's green eyes seemed almost red with rage "What have I told you?! Freak!" his hand rose high; Sebastian tearfully turned his head and braced himself for the blow that was sure to come.

"Don't you DARE!" a woman, dressed less formally, darted from seemingly thin air. She caught her husband's hand and there was no doubt she was nothing short of outraged. Her black curly hair fell in long curls, veins could been seen through her aged cream skin, and her icy blue eyes were ablaze with anger and indignation.

"This boy needs to be disciplined, Norah!" he struggled with the woman's grip.

"Hitting him is not the answer!" she help firm.

"Don't you see what he could have done?!" Julius raised his son's arm to show the bruise and cuts he got from the fall "What if he died in that fall? Look at it, does that look safe? What if he fell on the edge and got impaled? Then what?"

Norah glanced at the diamond-like slide "It was an accident Julius." her brows lowered and her voice turned cold "It isn't as if you try helping him with his powers."

His eyes narrowed and his lips sneered "If he comes close to my son, I will make sure he never sees him again." The Norah opened her mouth to retort, but it was a broken boy's plea that came out "Please, don't take John away." Sebastian held the man's leg in a tight grip, he sobbed "Please! I promise, I promise I'll stay away. I'll train. I'll do anything..." He cried helplessly his throat burned and the blur in his eyes wouldn't go away, he could feel fat tears run down his cheeks, only to be replace by new ones. "Please... Don't take my brother away... I'll be good... I'll be good, I promise."

The man stepped away, his stance nor his eyes softened, but the tension and rage were gone. Julius tired form picked up the unconscious John bridal style and more softly said "I know you had no intention of hurting John... But fire is not an element to be played with, you know that." Sebastian nodded, his eyes looked less bright and far too mature for an eight-year old. He was a Maximus, it was expected. Julius' shoulder's dropped, his eyes filled with dread because he knew the impact his next words would have "From now on, you're not to play with him anymore, nor use your powers in front of anyone, unless in training. For everyone's safety."

"You can still talk and such... but... not like before." he said, trying to soften the fall.

Norah could only look with wide eyes and searing heart as her son, her baby, was force to such a thing. But no even she knew a better way, not yet. Sebastian's body was practically limp, siting on his bended legs, the only sight of life was his breathing, and he continuous stream of tears. His small hands didn't twitch from their place on the child's lap.

"Please... not like this. Sebastian shouldn't go through this. He's just a baby..." Norah knew that things would never be the same, she understood that marrying a woman who already had a child in a past marriage was uncomfortable; second choice. But...

She had no say, because no matter how much she loved Sebastian she was useless, she had to endure the marriage and she couldn't tell until when. He treated Sebastian as if he was an insult to himself, as if his being so gifted, maybe too gifted for his own good, was something to be despised. She could only imagine what kind of thoughts ran through her first-born's mind. "Why? What have I done wrong?" he would ask, genuinely believing he had actually made a mistake but couldn't remember. And Norah would only be able to brush the tears away and carefully caressed his so often bruised cheek, because not even she understood Julius' motives.

Julius dark blue eyes were hidden by closed eyelids as he walked away and left his wife and her son alone. Norah hugged her son and braced herself. After he left John on his bed, after he opened and closed the door, he could hear a distant cry of anguish. From the depths of the castle, Sebastian's wail reverberate throughout it's marble walls. Leaving all those inside the castle, except the Royal family, wondering to what broken child belonged the heart-wrenching wail or if it was a very distant howl in the wind.

Note:

-The dragon created by Sebastian looks like a ghost Smaug (The Hobbit) scale-wise, but the body and wings are that of Saphira (Eragon). Or if you prefer you could go to my account/profile page and search the link.

-I wouldn't call this a crossover... I'm just using the names and physical appearance of characters that aren't animated and whose qualities and chemistry I like very much. I refer to BBC's Sherlock. Sebastian is similar to, but not the same as, Sherlock Holmes.