Ignited

I thought maybe I'd take a break from writing fanfics on superheroes, and try writing a parody of one of my favorite Disney movies, Frozen. The plot will be pretty much the same, but the characters will be new-ish and the songs will be altered to fit the theme. I may also include songs and scenes that were NOT in the movie but could have been. I would also like to thank Flourist4ever for being a very supportive reader and friend, and I highly recommend reading her story. I do not own Frozen or Walt Disney Studios. R&R, but most of all enjoy!

Chapter 1: Do you want to build a bon fire?

Brooklan. A strong sovereign nation, best known for being an excellent spring retreat. The King Alexander and Queen Helena ruled with a kind and loving touch. For they knew well that violence and warfare were not the ways of the Church. Yes, Brooklan was a Catholic kingdom, and all its residents will devout members of the Catholic faith. Everything seems happy at a glance.

Yet Brooklan has its fair shares of flaws. For instance, some residents believed that the tree nymphs that lived in the forests on the small isle just outside the bay were blasphemers, and that there sorcery involved black magic. Then there were the rumors that their trading partners were not always in benevolent intent. And many more problems faced Brooklan.

But right now, those problems were uncomprehending to the little prince no older than six lying in bed. The young prince was the pride and joy of the king and queen, but also the family secret. Two days after his birth, he was found in his playroom on fire, yet the boy himself seemed unharmed. It was decided between the king and queen themselves that no one else but the royal family knew about their child's gift, for they believed it was a gift from God. And while the prince's powers grew over time, they certainly posed no threat, what with the flames only being lukewarm.

And by the time the prince was three, he gained a little sister. As the royal siblings grew up sheltered in a castle, they became the best of friends. When the king and queen felt it was time to tell the princess about her brother's powers, she was fascinated by what her big brother could do, to actually make a small flame appear by just snapping his fingers. The two siblings were so close, they were inseparable. They even willingly shared a room.

Tonight, the prince was lying in bed, soundly asleep. He dreamed of following in his father's footsteps, leading Brooklan down the path of faith and peace. He would show the populace the gift God had granted him, and would show them the beauty and warmth in it. And he had also promised his sister that his first act as king would be to make her his right hand. That is, he was dreaming of this until his five-year-old princess of a sister woke him up.

"Nikolai! Nikolai! Wake up! Wake up!" Princess Stephanie innocently shook her brother, trying to awaken him.

"Stephanie, go back to bed…" Nikolai barely managed to mutter that out through his exhaustion.

"I just can't," the princess continued, throwing herself onto her brother making him grunt, "the sky is awake, so I'm awake, so we have to play!"

"Go play by yourself!" Nikolai laughed as he nudged his sister off the bed. At first, she just sat there, thinking how she could persuade her brother. And then it hit her. She climbed back onto the bed, and slightly opened one of Nikolai's eyes.

"Do you wanna build a bon fire?" she asked grinning ear-to-ear. Nikolai now opened both eyes and smiled at her.

They rushed downstairs into the ballroom, lined it with the special metal that could protect against the fire, and set there playtime into motion as they met at the center of the room. Stephanie was jumping up and down with enthusiasm.

"Do the magic! Do the magic!" she chanted. Nikolai held up his hand and snapped his fingers. A tiny lukewarm flame appeared on the tip of his thumb as Stephanie stared at it with awe. In a quick, flicking motion, Nikolai shot the flame into the air, towards the ceiling, and sent a shower of sparks to descend upon the excited little girl.

"THIS IS AMAZING!" she quietly whispered, while also making it sound like a yell. She then noticed Nikolai spreading sand across the entire ballroom floor.

"What's that for?" Stephanie asked.

"Watch this…" Nikolai instructed as he tapped his foot on the ground. Almost instantly, the sand fused into glass, and the princess was even more excited. Nikolai had also brought in a thick log, five strong sticks, and a smaller log. Then, he carved the smaller log into what looked like a head, and placed it on the bigger log, already propped up on four of the sticks, and finally, he place the fifth stick on the rear end of the log, set it ablaze, and spoke to his sister in a funny, semi-feminine voice.

"Hi! I'm Lucy! And like sweet kisses!"

"I love you, Lucy!" Stephanie cheered as Nikolai continued to amaze her with his powers. Stephanie wanted to hold Nikolai's hand, but she should have asked first. His hand was still channeling his powers, and as she touched it, she fell backwards from shock.

"Stephanie!" Nikolai cried out as he kneeled down to his sister to get a better look. To his shock, a coal-black streak formed in her perfect blonde hair. His eyes widened as they filled with tears before he cried out.

"MAMA! PAPA!" the king and queen burst through the ballroom doors.

"Nikolai, what happened?!" the king asked, horrified.

"We were just playing! She insisted I show her my powers, and then she touched my hand, and then she fell!"

"Alright, calm down! I know what to do!"

With that, the family mounted their horses and set off for the bay. Once they arrived, they took a small row boat and headed for the small forested isle not too far from the bay, unaware that a little boy apprentice to glassmakers and blacksmiths followed them with his dog, Sasha.

The royal family arrived at the point where there were only willow trees and the king called out.

"Please! Tree nymphs! My daughter is hurt! We need your help!"

The trees began to stir until the transformed themselves into humanoid creatures made of wood and grass. "It's the king!" "Is that his son?" "Why are they here?" "Quiet, here comes Mamica!" The oldest-looking female nymph approached the young prince and extended her gangly hand made of twigs. At first, Nikolai hesitated, but the old nymph smiled and spoke softly, "Don't worry, young man. I assure you, my bark is worse than my bite." Nikolai finally placed his palm in hers and she seemed to "read" his palm.

"Hmmm… powers over flame… uh, born with them or cursed?" she asked the king.

"Oh! Uh, born, and they're getting stronger! First, can you help our daughter?"

The nymph examined the girl for a short time before looking back at the king, "She's lucky it was her hand. If it were her heart, this would be much more difficult. But the hand and head can be changed easily with a few mysticisms."

"Do what you must." The king blessed as the nymph's leaves glowed a deep green and she showed a visual image of recent events, and began to alter them.

"I recommend we remove all magic, even memories of magic…. but don't worry, I will leave the fun." With that, the old nymph placed the altered memories into Stephanie's head.

"She won't remember I have powers?" Nikolai asked disappointed.

"It's for the best." His father reassured. The head nymph led Nikolai towards the center of the group, towards a watering pool.

"Nikolai, listen to me," she began as images formed in the water, "there is much beauty and benevolence in your power, but also great danger… anger and fear will be your enemies… you must learn to control it."

Nikolai and his parents watched in horror as the images showed them visions of the citizens of Brooklan attacking Nikolai sometime in the future. But his father recomposed himself and tried to comfort Nikolai.

"He can control it," he said, "until then, we'll reduce the staff. Close the gates. Keep him isolated…from everyone."

And that's just what they did. Within a few days, the gates were closed so that the citizens could not get close to the castle, the staff was reduced, but saddest of all, Nikolai and Stephanie had separate rooms, much to both children's chagrin. Nikolai was now instructed by his parents to wear tight, uncomfortable metal gauntlets that would block his flame powers, his father even came up with a rhyme to ensure that he did not forget the power: constrain, refrain, don't let them see.

Stephanie would often try in vain to get her brother out of his room.

"Nikolai? Do you wanna build a bon fire?

Come and play with me!

I hardly see you after all,

It's a big disaster all,

Why can't you just see?

We used to be best friends,

But now we're not, it makes me want to cry,

Do you wanna build a bon fire?

It doesn't have to be a bon fire!"

"Go away, Stephanie!" Nikolai forced out of him.

"Okay, bye."

Years later, the king and queen would be sent on a diplomatic mission, only to wind up being killed by a rouge tidal wave. The kingdom mourned for days and held the funeral quickly. By this time, Nikolai was eighteen years old, and Stephanie fifteen. Until his twenty first birthday, Nikolai would leave the duties of running the kingdom to his father's advisers. Stephanie noticed Nikolai had never been seen for it, so she decided to try one more time.

"Nikolai? Please, I know you're in there,

Everyone's asking where you are,

They say have courage, but it's hard to

I'm here for you, don't leave a scar,

We only have each other, just me and you

What are we gonna do?

Do you wanna build a bon fire?"

With that last line, Stephanie began to shed silent tears. Hearing every word and whimper, Nikolai moved towards the center of the room. And with an angry yell, he left his entire room scorched.

Yes, I ripped off Loki at the end. But seriously, what did you think? Next chapter: For the First Time in Forever