I've had the serious urge to write more with A Witch's Tale. The plot is so rich, I could go on forever. So with a little research, I was able to put this together. If you like it, leave a review, don't be shy. I'll have the next chapter up soon. -TW

"A long time ago, to seal the Eld Witch and her people... A certain kind of powerful magic was necessary.

So Alice thought of a plan.

She used the kingdoms to draw a giant rune... But she needed another kingdom to complete it. This was a great challenge. So what could she do?

Well the land was originally ruled by an evil god. And to succeed, she would have to appease this god. So she did this by making a great sacrifice! The one chosen to serve as this sacrifice was... The twin princess that ruled over Rem Boreas.

It was the younger sister. She was chosen as a sacrifice to save the world. Alice was forced to make such a cruel decision.

However...

The new kingdom was formed with her sweet memory. Wasn't that kind of Alice to create such a land?

Can you even understand?

So, that's the story of how this kingdom came to be. And now, we refuse to make any such sacrifices.

The younger twin now rules this country. And the older twin is in charge of Rem Boreas.

Thus does their power guard the holy seal."

"Hansel, Hansel! Lookie!" The young Princess's giggle echoed through the castle.

"What do you have there, Gretel?" Her older sister turned around from her knitting, and looked at her younger with curiosity. Her tiny fingers looked like they could snap under the weight of the cookie tin she was holding up to her sister. The older princess smiled.

"Gingerbread?" She gazed at the pile of over-frosted gingerbread men in front of her. "Thank you, Gretel." She took a large bite and grinned.

"And they're still warm. You really do know how to bake, dear sister." She continued, patting her sister on the head and then returning to the pink scarf she was knitting.

"I'm so glad." Gretel said with a blush. "I'll go get the milk!" The pitter-patter of her tiny feet got quieter and quieter as she left for the kitchen.

But before they got louder again, a glass-shattering scream was heard. Hansel panicked, throwing down her knitting tools and running through the castle, looking for her dear sister. When she got to the enterance hall, her sister was in the arms of card soldiers. Queen Alice stood in the middle, with tears in her eyes.

"I'm sorry." She said, looking away. "She's our sacrifice."

-X-X-X-

She woke up in a cold sweat. Sitting up, Hansel looked towards the large grandfather clock on the opposite wall. Barely 3 in the morning. She sighed, slipping out of bed and walking towards the window. She pulled back a heavy curtain. Borealis did their signature waltz across the sky. The gold moon and silver stars twinkled brightly. The snow glistened, and orbs of light that covered ancient pine trees glimmered and reflected the northern lights in the sky above them. It was silent, undisturbed. The princess pulled a chair from her writing desk to sit in, and aborb the sight on the other side of the window. Her heart yearned for her sweet sister's prescence. Just as she was about to call out for a maid, she heard the door of her room creak open.

"Princess? Is everything alright?" She heard a voice squeak from the opposite side of the room.

"Yes, I'm fine, Mandoline."

"You sound like you've seen a ghost." Her tired form approached the Princess.

"..." Hansel bit her lip.

"Did you have a nightmare?" She began running her fingers gently through her hair.

At the ice-maid's words, Hansel looked up at her, blue eyes filled with tears and colored lights.

"Oh my... Don't cry..." Mandoline wrapped her arms around the girl and tried to soothe her heartache.

After a few moments, they crept through the cold ice-castle and made some hot chocolate.

"Gretel's recipie is truly the best..." Hansel said, stirring marshmallows into her mug.

"I agree, miss." The maid said, taking a sip of her own.

"Do you think you could make time on my schedule to see my sister?" Hansel said, enjoying the heat of the sweet liquid.

"I don't know. Unfortunately, I'm not in charge of that, miss... But I could talk to her for you..."

"Thank you Mandoline."

"It's no trouble, Princess."

After finishing their hot chocolate, Mandoline returned Hansel to her bedroom, and went off to her own.

Hansel's head filled with memories as she drifted off, wishing her little sister a night of sweet dreams.