Chapter 1: Prologue
A young boy, close to his teen years, awoke from his slumber. He gave out a slight yawn from deep within him, and his eyes tiredly examined the whole room, seeing an odd pattern of swirling ice on the walls. He hopped out of the right side of his bed and approached to his mirror on his bedroom drawer. From there on, he observed himself with bright midnight blue eyes, a perfect nose from his mother's side and short platinum blonde thick wavy hair. Afterwards, he glumly strolled to his window and looked outside to where all the children were playing on the cobble streets, watching each and everyone of them carefully. The joy that he witnessed in the children had made him feel like something was missing inside of him, making him let out an another but more depressed sigh. Shortly after, his father had enter his room,
"Good morning, Lucas." His father said, putting his palm on the boy's cold shoulder.
"Good morning father." Lucas replied, as his eyes were still focused through the window.
The older man contemplated his son's entire room, "Nightmares again?" His father guessed.
"Yes." Lucas nodded gloomily.
"Something wrong boy?" His father questioned, unable to investigate his son's expression.
"Well father...why can't I...can't I be like the other kids?" He faintly muttered.
"Well son, you were born with an incredible gift and you shouldn't be ashamed o-" His father tried to reason.
"Yes, I know." Lucas sharply interrupted, "But don't you see that living like this had only made me miserable and plus a freak. A freak who can't even contain his own powers." The young boy liberated a cold and distressed breath. "If only there was someone, someone who really knows what I go through everyday. No not everyday, every second of my life!" Lucas heatedly cried as his hands gripped on the ledge of the window tightly, setting the window in a cold layer of ice.
"Son! your acting up again. Remember, Keep it..." His father shouted back, effortfully appeasing him down.
"And don't release it.." Lucas reacted back calmly.
"Now son, listen to me and listen good. I know, and trust me I do! That in the near future, you will discover the person you are looking for." His father said, then gave out a single snicker at a fond memory that had been brought into his mind, "You know, as a boy, my childhood was exactly like yours. Except for the fact that I didn't have ice magic, but the main point is that, I thought that I lived in a world where nobody would understand me or even accept me." His father smiled then continued, "But in one lucky day, I met your mother and she...she was someone that I had never realized I would encounter in my life. Lucas, later on in your life, you will have that one lucky day like I did and meet the person of your dreams."
The wisdom that had came from his father enlightened his heart, "Thank you father." Lucas replied, thanking his father.
In a sudden move, he turned his body to his father and tightly hugged him. In response, his father wrapped his arms around the boy, patting his back, "Come on, let's get some breakfast kiddo and if you actually finish your food this time, I'll let you have a moment to step outside, but promise me no funny business with your ability."
Lucas excitingly gasped then whispered into his older man's ear, "Like again, thank you!"
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Lucas stuffed his mouth eggs, cleaning his plate. In a rushing manner, he went to the front door, throwing on his coat, trousers, boots and most importantly gloves. He flung open the door and bolted outside. Before the door can close his father yelled after him,
"Be careful!"
And the door shuts. He speeds into the middle of the cobble streets and began to walk with a crowd of pedestrians. As he is strolling down, his eyes take short glimpses at the shops and Inns on each side of him overwhelmingly, and at the same time, barely paying attention to the people in his way. Finally, he stops at a pastry shop gazing at it in awe, but at the exact moment, a thump is heard with also a light shout "Ow!" Lucas immediately turned his head, and centers his face down at a girl lying helplessly on the floor.
"Oh my God! I'm so sorry!" He worriedly wailed.
The little girl, still on the floor, brushed the debris off of her, "Watch where your going!" She roared.
Lucas' face became apologetic as pulled her up. Right when she went back on her feet, Lucas stared into her and he felt a familiar feeling inside of him, "Wait a second..." Finally he recognized her, "Your Anna! Arendelle's princ-!" He gasped.
"Shh! Keep your voice down!" Anna hushed him and gestured, "Nobody knows that I'm out here!" She alarmed him.
"My apologies your highness!" Lucas quietly bawled back, then drew a puzzling expression, "Why come out here, instead of staying in the castle?"
"It's so boring in there...I mean, I would play with my older sister, but she'll just shut me out." Anna professed.
Lucas lifted his bottom life, making a sorrowful face, "Oh, I'm very sorry to hear that."
Lucas then shifted his head back at the pastry shop then to Anna, " Hey I think I know what will cheer you up." His finger pointed to the shop, guiding Anna's head to it.
She reacted by grinning and Lucas smiled back.
They walked inside and Lucas then inquired, "So, tell me about your sister and when did she started, 'shutting' you out?"
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The pair walk out of the pastry shop and both of them with a small loaf of bread, in hand. As they began walking down, they two conversed and Anna started to nibble on her loaf.
"Wow, your sister Elsa is really making you feel really isolated isn't she?" Lucas stated with concern.
Anna replied by nodding, unable to speak with food in her mouth.
He continued, "She shouldn't do that you, you guys are sisters and sisters need to bond. Not ditch each other...How old is she?"
Anna swallowed, "She's twelve."
"Really? Well, she is definitely old enough to know how to set an example to not leave others out." Lucas declared.
Anna sighed, "I know, I guess that's just how sisters are." Silence then came, almost making the situation awkward. To break the quietness, Anna changed the subject, "Hey! I just noticed something." Anna openly grinned.
"What is it?" Lucas requested as he lifted one of his eyebrows.
"I never got your name." Anna mumbled, almost somewhat clearly.
Lucas snickered, "Well, where are my manners, I'm-"
"Wait! Let me try guessing!" Anna cuts him off excitingly, "George? No you don't look like a George. Um... Peter! No, Peter is too plain and I don't think that it's you. Well not I that I know you, well I kinda do, but not really that in sense and-"
Lucas chuckled, "Lucas." He answered, delaying her guesses.
"Ohhhh, Lucas. Well um, I was totally gonna say that..." Anna face headed down to the floor, curling her bottom lip.
"Sure." Lucas jokingly laughed.
"I was, just-shut up." She stuttered then giggling.
Lucas kept laughing but stopped when he felt his bread becoming hard like a rock. His eyes concentrated at his loaf of bread, untouched and a tiny bit frozen on the bottom. Swiftly, without Anna noticing, he hid the loaf in his coat. The one time that Lucas felt like he didn't have powers had been ruined to him, causing him to frown.
"What's wrong Lucas?" Anna said with care as she read his expression.
Lucas gulped in nervousness, "I have to go, my father will be worried."
He began to jog back home, but heeled when Anna called after him,
"Wait!"
Only moving his head back, he awaited for Anna to tell him,
"Since you seem like a great guy, I want to invite you to a ball, tomorrow at noon." Lucas smirked and started running back home again,
"You better come!" He heard Anna howl distances away from his back.
Note: If you have already read the old chapter one then you already know that the writing was really crappy. I took the time to revise this one and I really hope that the chapter is more descriptive. I'll be revising the other chapters that I think need to be improved.