AN: Since I'm currently obsessed with Frozen these days (well, mostly its music), I've decided to write this fic for fun! I worked long and hard on the first chapter and I hope you like it! If you do, please R&R! Enjoy!
"The ice is sure foul and tough, ain't it, kid?" a bearded man obscured in many winter garbs inquired.
He was talking to a boy named Leorio who was almost near his teens. He was abnormally tall for his age, currently around the older man's height. He simply nodded, completely stressed about the work laid out for him. He attempted to pick up a block of ice with a pair of big claspers, but it was too hard for him. His reindeer Pietoro, an adorable and goofy animal his size, licked his cheek to get attention.
"Aw, Pietoro! Trying to cheer up me, aren't ya? Good boy!" Leorio remarked, petting his smooth chocolate fur.
Other muscular men stood discreetly on the beautiful, crystal ice with lengthy saws in their hands. They were plunged deep into the ice, making their routes into forming squares. The bearded man observed this a little bit and turned back to Leorio.
"Kid, how 'bout you cut up some ice instead? Sound good?" he offered.
"Sounds better than carrying it," Leorio agreed and was given his own saw.
Pietoro decided to follow him on walking on this dangerous force of nature.
"Always remember this, kid," the man advised like a wise elder. "Beware the frozen heart."
XxXxX
It was a peaceful and serene night in the kingdom of Arendelle; people slept with no worries under the colorful Northern Lights. They decorated the starless sky like a fantastic display of fireworks. The King and Queen were also in a wonderful resting state except...
"Killua, Killua, Killua!" Gon, the younger prince, shooked his elder brother frantically like there was an emergency. "Wake up!"
"Gon, go back to sleep!" he groaned as he pushed the smaller toddler back to his side of the bed.
"The sky's awake so I'm awake! I can't sleep anymore!" Gon exclaimed cutely. "I wanna play with you!"
"Go play on your own!" the slightly older silver-haired toddler stuck out his tongue.
Gon was trying his best to convince him to get out of bed, and he needed the best way to do that. Suddenly, his light bulb sparked brightly with the perfect idea. He crawled on top of Killua again and opened one of his sapphire eyes.
"Do you wanna build a snowman?" he asked mischievously.
Killua just grinned back with an evil aura.
Gon vigorously dragged him down the grand spiraling staircase that was covered by a velvet carpet. They were pretty noisy in the midst of the darkness.
"Come on, come on, come on!" Gon shouted.
"Pipe down, Gon! Don't wake up Mommy and Daddy!" he angrily whispered.
"Sorry!" Gon hushed himself.
They stopped scrambling when they reached the center of the castle's main room which was vast and nearly empty. On its striped navy blue walls were framed famous artworks and paintings of past ancestors of the royal family. One of them featured the two brothers as adorable infants being held in their parents' welcoming arms; Gon in his mother's and Killua in his father's. It was inevitable for the latter to inherit the throne someday.
Killua began his usual showcase of an unusual gift he had by swirling his tiny hands to make a fully rounded snowball.
"Wow!" Gon gasped, awestruck by the magic his brother could perform. With widened brown eyes, he stared at the snowball carefully as it grew from the size of a puny pebble to a firm baseball. "But... how come I can't do that?"
"I don't know," Killua shrugged. "Maybe it's because you look nothing like me or you weren't lucky enough to have these powers."
Gon gave him a pouty look on his face. He did not approve of this idea at all, but he returned to swooning over his talent in sorcery.
"You ready?" Killua smirked, about to release the snowball.
Gon nodded enthusiastically, smiling big with his mouth open. Killua threw it up in the air, the snow eventually raining in millions of shimmering sparkles. Gon pretended to view them as snowflakes so he stuck out his tongue to catch some. Also, he couldn't help but bounce everywhere and extend his short arms to grab them as if they were tangible things.
"This is amazing!" Gon shouted.
"Oh, it gets better!" Killua grinned.
Killua lifted up one of his little feet and stomped on the floor hard. Leaking from his foot was a pool of ice which quickly traveled its way in dispersing throughout the entire area of the floor. Soon, the bland-looking floor was polished and renewed as a shiny and new ice skating rink. It moved the boys without their consent and Gon accidentally slipped but Killua caught him in time. Following that was both of them building one of their best snowmen. Gon planted a carrot on its face. Killua gathered two twigs and inserted them on each side of its body.
"Hi, I'm Mr. Frost, and I like warm hugs!" Killua imitated in a deep voice, moving his arms up and down.
Gon giggled and embraced Mr. Frost with all of his love. "I love you, Mr. Frost!"
He continued to laugh lightheartedly as he shared a ballroom dance with Mr. Frost, gripping his hands. Killua blasted snow as a sort of engine to have their dance keep going in a breeze and to make it more of an entertaining ride. Once they were finished, they moved on to taking turns in sliding down hills of powdery snow. When they slid down together, Gon hopped from his spot into another hill fit for his size, leaving a deep silhouette inside made by his body. Gon rose from it, shaking off any excess snow in his spiky hair.
After that, Gon stood steadily on the smallest hill he could find. With his hands, Killua blew out lots of snow and a taller hill was built. Gon jumped to it with ease.
"Pay more attention now," Killua advised, giving off a devilish grin.
Anothrr hill was quickly constructed and Gon hopped to it with a bit of difficulty this time. Two more hills appeared and Gon tried his best to catch up in this new game that Killua created for him. It was a video game with an infinite amounts of levels. Each time you reached a new level, it required more concentration and difficulty than the previous one. A new hill was greater in size than the rest. Hill after hill, they slowly looked more like pillars. Gon now kept in perfect rhythm as Killua spawned more of these obstacles. Suddenly, Killua was going too fast that he fell on his bottom.
"No, Gon! Wait!" Killua called out as he realized he didn't make another one earlier.
He watched in horror as Gon had already hopped and was now shrieking in excitement. He didn't want his precious little brother to get injured badly.
"GON!" he screamed, holding out his hand so he could make a pillow of snow to zero out the danger of his fall.
Instead, his icy magic assaulted Gon's face, knocking him out unconscious. He did not expect that coming. He panicked constantly, dashing to his body and held him in his arms, concerned about his condition. Killua's state of mind changed the floor back to the way it was, not intended to be skated on anymore and unfortunately, Mr. Frost had to collapse because of this. A strand of Gon's black hair turned white. Strange...
"Hang in there, Gon!" Killua said worriedly. "You'll get better! I promise!"
At the doorway, the King and Queen were fully awake, eyes wide enough to pay attention to what was happening around them. They headed toward their sons, showing anxiety when they were going to learn the truth.
"Killua, what in the world did you do now?" the King interrogated, outraged by what he saw. "This is getting worse and worse!"
"I didn't mean to do all of this! It was an accident!"
The Queen decided to take Gon from his arms and carry him in her own.
"Oh, dear! He's freezing cold!" the Queen pointed out.
"I know where we should take care of him! Follow me!" the King ordered.
He hurried to his library and dug through thousands of shelves to find his answer; it was a needle in a haystack, a small gold nugget hidden in the depths of dusty black coal. Finally, he encountered some crumpled ancient papers from a locked up book, snatched them, and stared at them carefully. One of them had a detailed drawing of a troll who seemed to be healing a person in some way. Another one fell and revealed a map.
"Let's go."
This was sort of how the family spent time together at night: riding on two of their paper white horses, one of them leaving a trail of ice behind. They traveled through the paths of the kingdom and the twists of the forests that awaited their appearances. The horses stopped galloping when they arrived at grassy ground which was carved and shaped with a few round terraces going down like the steps of a staircase.
"Please help my son!" the King announced.
On the terraces, numerous numbers of circular stones started to vibrate and rolled on their way to check on the King. Killua was a little frightened at first, but his parents assured him that nothing will go wrong. The stones turned out to be trolls after all! They retained their stony skin tone but they also had dark eyes, a nose, and pointy ears. All of them wore grass and other types of greenery as their clothing.
"The King is here!" a troll said, getting an important figure's attention.
A huge stone rolled in, converting into an elderly troll.
"Born with the powers or cursed?" he asked.
"Born, and they're getting stronger!" the King replied.
The troll turned to Gon who looked like he was sleeping with nightmares.
"Good thing that he didn't harm his heart," the troll said in relief. His hand was ruffling through Gon's hair. "I can't change the heart that easily."
Then, he took his hand away, extracting something from Gon's head. He received heart-warming glimpses of the boys playing happily in the wintery weather. Gon was sledding from a cliff of snow and another flashback showed them ice skating on a frozen pond. The nightwear that they were wearing was replaced with usual winter clothing.
"Gon can't know about his powers," he told the King. "We have to get rid of any memories of magic. The only thing I'll leave out is the fun."
He took hold of Gon's memories and placed them back in his head.
"So… he won't know about my powers anymore?" Killua questioned in a concerned tone.
"It's for the best, sweetheart," the Queen suggested, gently putting her hand on his shoulder.
The wise troll put his arm around Killua's shoulder, bringing him forward. He used his magic again to sketch out an outline of an older Killua and people on either side of him with ghostly wisps.
"Killua, your power will only strengthen as you mature."
The silhouette of older Killua was performing magic for the crowds around him, finishing it off by shooting up a gigantic and complex snowflake into the sky.
"Indeed, it does bring beauty among everyone. But, you will have to deal with fear, your worst enemy."
While he told Killua the downside of his powers, the crowds turned scarlet red, attacked older Killua, and he let out a curdling scream. The real Killua became terrified as he gasped and turned back to his parents, embracing them for safety.
"Great," the King commented sarcastically. "Then we have to prevent him from hurting anyone. You know, lock up the gates, reduce our staff, and restrict him from communicating with other people. That even includes Gon, his best buddy."
XxXxX
Gon peeked out the window to check out the weather. Snow was falling from the skies, pine trees and homes already coated with the white substance. Gon ran to Killua's room, giggling cutely. He knocked on his door with a rhythm he constantly used.
"Killua, come out!" he exclaimed. "It's snowing, so let's play outside and build a snowman! We're not as close as we used to be so I want us to go back to the fun times! Why can't you tell me why we're not best friends anymore? You know, we don't have to build a snowman!"
"Get away from me, Gon!" Killua replied angrily.
"Maybe next time then…"
Killua was in his room peering out his window sill, feeling very lonely. As his hands touched the sill, some of it froze and he jolted from this sight.
XxXxX
"Come in, Killua," the King answered Killua's knock.
Killua appeared, hesitant to be near his father since he might hurt him.
"Don't be shy! Just stand right in front of me so I can tell you something important," he insisted.
For some reason, his hands were behind his back, meaning that he was possibly hiding something there. Killua slowly walked to him, afraid what surprise he would show. The King kneeled down to his height and pulled out a pair of turquoise gloves. He slipped a glove on one of his hands, advising,
"The gloves will help. Repeat after me: conceal it, don't feel it, don't let it show."
"Conceal it, don't feel it," he repeated carefully.
"Don't let it show," they said simultaneously.
XxXxX
Time was going by pretty quickly, and this affected the boys in many ways. They were growing taller and stronger, their childish voices deepening, and had been burdened with more responsibilities. They had a few years left until they would hit puberty, a time when they would become true adults. Most importantly, the wall between them, basically the door to Killua's bedroom, had deteriorated their bond even more since Killua spent much more time in his room than he ever did before.
Today, the King and Queen were going on a business trip to another kingdom and they would stay there for two weeks. Gon gave them his final embrace before they could embark on their voyage.
"I'll see you then! Be safe!"
Killua just bowed to show respect and admiration.
"Do you really have to leave me behind?" Killua asked, very troubled at this moment.
"Don't worry, Killua. You'll be fine," the King comforted as he shot a gentle smile at him.
Two weeks later, the royal messenger confronted Gon and Killua to share his news.
"Are they back?" Gon beamed.
"I'm truly sorry to say this, Prince Gon, Prince Killua, but… your parents did not make it because of such a turbulent storm that was occurring during their trip…"
This message struck Gon and Killua right through their hearts like arrows. They were speechless. They weren't able to find the right words for how they felt.
XxXxX
Instead of tumbling to Killua's room, this time, Gon walked normally after the funeral was over. This time, he knocked on the door with a lighter touch.
"Killua, please let me in," he spoke solemnly with a hint of desperation. "Everybody's looking for you. It's just you and me now in our family."
He put his back against the door and it was sliding down until Gon sat on the floor, desiring to be answered by his brother.
"What are we gonna do?" his voice started to crumble down.
On the other side of the door, Killua gazed at the ceiling in melancholy. Tears began to stream down his cheeks.
"I'm sorry, Gon. I wish I could, but I don't know how to control this swirling storm inside me…"
