Once upon a time, in the land of Arendelle, there lived the royal family of King John and Queen Mary. The king and queen had two sons who were both heirs to their thrones. Prince Dean was the eldest at the age of nine and Prince Samuel was only six years old.

The people of Arendelle just thought their royal family members were ordinary. What they didn't know was the power that lies within Prince Dean. For a young child, he was gifted with incredible powers of creating and controlling ice from his palms. No one knew about it except for his parents and brother.

Until that one night, a young Sam was too hyper to go to sleep. The Prince got out of his bed and hops onto of his big brother's bed. "Dean!" He shouts. "Wake up! Wake up! Wake up!"

Dean was yawning in response, "Go back to bed, Sammy."

"But I'm not tired, Dean." He lays on top of his brother. "Do you wanna build a snowman?"

It took him only two seconds to fully open his eyes. Dean and Sam quietly got out of their bedroom and ran to the ballroom of their kingdom.

"Ready for the magic?" Dean asked his little brother. Once Sam eagerly nods his head, Dean swirls his right hand over his left palm creating a little flurry of snow. Then, he throws his hands into the air and snow begins falling from the ceiling of the ballroom.

Sam jumps in excitement. "Ooh, do that foot thing!" He exclaims.

His brother did what he say and stomped his foot into the ballroom floor. The floor becomes solid ice by Dean's power.

Both brothers began playing in the snow. First, they slid across the frozen floor as if they were ice skating. Sam was a bit shaky, but his big brother wouldn't let him fall.

Then, the boys started throwing snowballs at each other. While Sam made a snow fort, Dean grabbed a trench coat from his father's closet and brought it back to the ballroom. He started making a snowman and put the trench coat over it. "Hi, Sammy!" Dean mimics a voice from behind the snowman. "I'm Castiel and I like warm hugs!"

"Oh, I wuv you, Cas," Sam giggles as he hugs the snowman.

Throughout the evening, Dean and Sam made snow angels and slid down the snow hills. Dean began to make a bunch of snow piles for Sam to jump on.

"Catch me!" Sam shouts.

"I gotcha!" Dean laughs as he makes more piles.

"Again, Dean! Again!" Sam leaps off the pile so Dean could make more.

Soon Sam kept leaping off too early making Dean a bit nervous. "Sammy, slow down!" He yells at his brother. "Wait, Sam! No!" Dean released another spark, but instead of making a pile, the spark struck Sam.

The young prince rolls down a hill unconscious. Dean runs to his little brother's side and cradles him in his arms. Suddenly, a piece of Sam's hair transforms to a white color. "Momma! Dad!" Dean cries out.

Moments later, the doors burst open. It was Queen Mary and King John.

"Oh, my god," King John gasped as he looks at his castle's ballroom completely frozen.

The one thing that caught the queen's attention was Dean crying with Sam in his arms. "Sam!" She exclaims. Her and her husband run to their children. Mary takes Sam into her arms and caresses his cheek. "His hair! John, he's as cold as ice!"

"It was an accident, Momma," Dean whimpers wiping his tears from his eyes. "I-I didn't mean to."

"Dean, this has got to stop," John tells his son. "I know where to go."

The royal family get on tow horses and head to the woods. John had Dean on his horse while Mary had Sam with her. While they rode to the woods, Dean uncontrollably left a frozen trail of grass behind his father's horse.

Unknown to them, they passed by a little girl and her young reindeer. She was close to Sam's age with olive skin and dark brown ringlets framing her face. Both of them stopped and stared at the frozen grass. "Wow," she gasps in amazement. The young girl hops on her reindeer and they follow the royal family. "Faster, Impala! Faster!"

Finally, the girl and her reindeer stop. They hid behind a tree and watched the strangers. It surprised them both to discover that the strangers were the king and queen of Arendelle. "Look, Impala," the girl points out. "It's King John and Queen Mary!"

"Help!" King John calls out. "Please help us! My son is in trouble!"

All of a sudden, the rocks surrounding them rolled towards them. The rocks transformed into little trolls with grass as their hair and dressed in brown clothes.

"Trolls," the little girl whispers.

"Shush! I'm trying to listen!" A troll woman silenced her. She then looks at them and smiles. "Cuties—I'm gonna keep you!"

A wise elder troll named Bobby came to the family and asked the king, "Born with the powers or cursed?"

"Born," John answered. "And they're getting strong. Do what you must."

"I recommend that we shall remove all memories of magic from his mind just to be safe." Bobby suggested. "But don't worry. I leave the fun. He will be alright." He planted a glowing mist into Sam's forehead.

Dean looks down at his little brother resting in their mother's arms. "He won't remember I have powers," he asked.

"It's for the best, Dean." His father tells him.

Bobby shows Dean a little vision in the air. "Dean, your powers are controlled by your emotions." He explains to the young boy. "There is beauty in it, but there is also dangerous. Fear will be your worst enemy."

As the vision shows Dean getting attacked by red darkness, he hugs his father. "We won't let that happen," John assures his wife. "We will protect him."

"He can learn to control it," Mary tells Bobby. "Until then…lock the doors, reduce the staff, and limit his contact with everybody including Sam."

After that night, Prince Sam woke up with no memory of his brother's abilities. Their parents moved Dean out of his and Sam's bedroom and into the room across from it.

Dean stayed in his room with only his parents to visit him. He wouldn't even look at Sam most of the times. When he did, the first thing he saw was his little brother's sad face. Then, he saw the white strand in Sam's dark brown hair that reminded Dean of the day he nearly killed his brother.

Even though his older brother ignored him, Sam would try anything to make him come out of his room. One day, it was snowing in Arendelle. The entire kingdom was covered in a blanket of floating crystals coming from the sky. A young Sam happily runs to Dean's room and says, "Dean!" He knocks on the door of the bedroom.

Do you wanna build a snowman?
C'mon out lets go and play
I never see you anymore
Come out the door
It's like you've gone away
We used to be best buddies
And now we're not
I wish you would tell me why
Do you wanna build a snowman?
It doesn't have to be a snowman

"Go away, Sammy," Dean sadly told his little brother.

Okay, bye

As each day passed, Prince Dean was unable to leave his bedroom. Everyday he would look out the window and enjoy the view of his land. Unfortunately when Dean places his hands somewhere in his room, it freezes to ice.

In order to help her first son, Queen Mary got him a pair of special white gloves. "The gloves will help." She told Dean. "See? Conceal it…"

"Don't feel it." Dean said to his mother.

"Don't let it show." They both said.

A few years passed since the incident, Dean still had trouble controlling his powers. He hasn't left his room in years and he would never take his gloves off. Sam–who was now ten years old–still attempted to get his brother out of his room. He went up to the door and knocked.

Do you wanna build a snowman?
Or ride our bikes around the halls
I think some company is overdue
I've started talking to the pictures on the walls
(Hang in there, Joan)
It gets a little lonely
All these empty rooms
Just watching the hours tick by
(Tic-Tock, Tic-Tock, Tic-Tock, Tic-Tock)

Now as a thirteen year old, Dean grew more scared of his magical powers. The walls of his bedroom began to freeze into solid ice.

"I'm scared!" Dean gasped. "It's getting stronger!"

"Getting upset will only make it worse," King John explained to him. "Calm down, Dean."

Dean backed away from his father and barked at him, "No, don't touch me! Please I don't wanna hurt you!"

Over the next years, Dean simply couldn't keep it in. He was too afraid of what could go wrong if he left his room. The memory of him and Sam were just too much for him.

Sam was now fifteen years old and stopped trying to get his brother out of his room. He finally accepted the fact that Dean didn't want to see him anymore. The prince went to his parents' bedroom and hugged them. "See you in two weeks," he told them.

King John and Queen Mary were going overseas and leaving Dean in charge. Their son bowed to them and asked, "Do you have to go?"

"Sweetheart, you will be fine," Mary assures him. "Just take care of your brother."

Sadly, the king and queen never came back. The ship they were on was caught in a storm and they didn't make it out. King John and Queen Mary were drowned to death along with the ship.

During the funeral, everybody asked Sam where his brother was. Sam didn't bother to answer him. He knew that Dean was in his room again.

Once he returned to his castle, Sam went up to his brother's door and knocked. "Dean?" He mumbled.

Please, I know you're in there
People are asking where you've been
They say have courage, and I'm trying to
I'm right out here for you, just let me in
We only have each other
It's just you and me
What are we gonna do?
Do you wanna build a snowman?

Due to his parents' death, Prince Dean couldn't help but let out all of his emotions. It was the most he has experienced in the past nine years. Since his feelings were the real center of his ice powers, Dean's sadness causes his entire room to freeze.

All he had left was his kingdom, the inheritance of his family's throne, and his little brother. Dean completely ignored him for the past nine years only to keep him safe. Ever since the memories of Dean's abilities were removed from Sam's mind, Dean died a little inside every single day to protect his brother from himself.