Disclaimer: I own nothing. Harry Potter belongs to J. K. Rowling and Frozen belongs to Disney
Prologue:
Once upon a time, there was a kingdom called Hogwarts. The kingdom was ruled by a king and queen that were much beloved.
The king was a handsome ,strongly built, muscular man with messy black hair, and hazel eyes hidden behind rectangular glasses.
The queen was a beautiful woman with pale skin, bright emerald-green eyes and vibrant red hair.
The king and queen had two sons. The oldest was born with a neater version of his fathers raven hair and hazel eyes, but for some reason his hair and eyes had changed color within hours of his birth. He now had platinum blond hair, that he wore slicked back, and bright icy-blue eyes.
The younger had his fathers messy raven hair and poor eyesight, wearing round wire-rimed glasses over his mother's bright emerald-green eyes. The two princes were only three years apart and thus were very close?
Far from the castle the princes called home,early in the morning, two other siblings were following a group of grown men up the North Mountain to harvest ice.
"Come on Ginny, hurry up!" a young red-haired boy called to his sister.
"I'm coming, Ron!" she called back. The grabbed the harness of their pet reindeer calf, Pig, and continued up the mountain.
Later that night, the younger of the two princes woke from his sleep, noticing the colorful Northern Lights. Full of excitement, he got out of bed and tip-toed to the bed on the other side of the room, where his brother sleeps. "Pss," he whispered as he climbed on the bed, "Draco, wake up."
The little blond boy woke up, albeit, grudgingly. "Go back to bed, Harry," Draco whispered tiredly.
"I can't," Harry said, dramatically, "The sky's awake, so I'm awake, and I have to play!"
"Well go play by your self!" Draco said as he playfully pushed Harry off the bed.
Harry landed on the bed with a thump, then gasped as an idea struck him. He leaned over Draco's bed. "Hey Draco, do you wanna build a snowman?" he said with a mischievous smirk.
Draco's eyes reopened as a grin crossed his face. Moments later, Draco found himself being dragged down the grand staircase and into the castle ball room, by his giggling little brother, whom he was trying to hush.
After closing the doors, the two boys came together. "Do the magic! Do the magic!" Harry begged.
Draco beckoned Harry closer. When he did, Draco pressed his hands together. With a pale baby-blue glow, he opened his hands to reveal and a beautiful white snowball appeared. With a wave of his hand, the whole ball room was full of snow.
"This is amazing!" Harry said in awe.
"Oh yeah?" Draco challenged, "Watch this," Draco pressed his foot to the ground, creating a makeshift ice-skating ring. Harry, who had become a very delighted five-year-old, started sliding on the ice.
The two boys built their snowman. Its head was more oval-shape then a circular one. Draco ran behind the snowman and said in a very low voice, "Hello, my name is Olaf, and I like warm hugs!"
Harry gasp, "I like warm hugs, too!" he ran up and hugged the snowman, "I love you, Olaf!"
Draco smiled. There was almost nothing he loved more than making his little brother happy.
The two boys piled up the snow into a small snow mount to sledge down. Harry ended up being flung into another snow mount.
Draco, worried for his brother, rushed as fast as he could, only to sigh in relief when Harry popped out and laughed.
Harry jumped in the air and shouted, "Catch me!"
Draco created snow to catch him.
"Again,"
Draco caught him with more snow.
Harry jumped higher and higher, picking up more speed.
"Wait! Slow down!" Draco said as Harry was beginning to jump too fast for him.
Harry, however, was having too much fun to listen. He jumped off a very high snow mount.
Draco slipped on the ice and landed on his butt. Panicking, Draco instinctualy reached out, as if hoping to catch him. "Harry!" he screamed as a sapphire beam shot out of his hand and hit Harry in the temple.
Harry fell to the ground, unconscious.
"Harry!" Draco shouted as he rushed to his brother. "Please be okay! Please be okay!" he thought frantically. What had he done? Draco knelt down, picked him up and saw a lock of his black hair turn white. Terrified, he clung to his brother and called, "Mama! Papa!" un unaware that his fear was causing the whole room to freeze over.
Soon parents forced their way through the ice-covered doors and ran too their children. "Draco!" his father shouted, "What have you done?!"
"I'm sorry! I swear I didn't mean too!" Draco pleaded. He hugged Harry close and quietly sobbed, "I'm sorry, Harry,"
"This is getting out of hand," James murmured as his wife examined their younger son.
"James, he's ice-cold," Lily said, fearfully.
King James ran to the library and returned with a big leather book. He opened it too a page with a map. "I know where to go."
Soon they mounted their horses and rode to the forest, James holding Harry and Lily holding Draco.
Draco, who was still frightened for his brother, caused a trail of ice to fallow his mother's horse.
The ice did not go unnoticed by two red-haired children. "Ginny look!" Ron shouted.
"Ice?" Ginny wondered. For what was it doing here in the summer? They followed the ice trail to a large clearing in the forest. The clearing was full of round boulders aligned in circular rows. At the edge of the clearing was a small, cozy cottage.
The king and queen stood in the center of the stone circles, Lily holding Harry now.
"Please help!" James shouted, "My son!"
The boulders rolled to the royals and unfolded to be, not boulders at all, but small creatures with grey, stone-like skin, grassy hair, and big round eyes. They each wore crystals around their necks (some green, some blue, some red, some pink) and mossy clothing. Some wore flowers in their hair.
"Trolls?" Ron said in wonder.
The boulder he, Ginny, and Pig were hiding behind, revealed to be yet another troll. "Shh," she whispered,"I'm trying to listen!"
"Sorry," Ginny said, awkwardly shuffling her feet.
Ginny, being the adorable four-year-old she was, seemed to strike something in the troll-woman.
"Cuties," she called them, "I can't leave you out here, all alone. Your living with me." she said as she bear-hugged them.
An old man with a long silver beard, wearing a long blue robe,and half-moon spectacles, emerged from the cottage and made his way to the royals. "Your Majesty, born with or cursed?" he asked James.
"Born, and they're getting stronger," James told him.
The old man made his way to Harry, who was still unconscious in his mothers arms. He place a hand over the boy forehead a closed his eyes in concentration. A moment later he reopened them and said: "You were lucky it wasn't his heart. The heart is not so easily changed, but the head can be persuaded,"
"Is there anything you can do, Albus?" James asked.
"I recommend removing all magic, even memories of magic, to be safe,"
"Do what you must,"
Albus pulled out a long wand and touched the tip to Harry's temple. He pulled the wand away and waved it, causing a silver light to flow from the tip. The silver light showed memories of Draco and Harry playing with Draco's powers. The group watched as these memories change from playing inside the ballroom to playing outside during winter. It killed him too tamper with such precious memories, but it was the only was he knew to heal the boy. There was, however, one thing he could do, " But don't worry. I'll leave the fun," he said as he placed the new memories in Harry's mind. "He'll be okay," Albus assured.
"But he won't remember I have powers?" Draco asked. He didn't feel comfortable keeping such a big secret from his brother. He felt a hand on his shoulder and turned to see his father smiling reassuringly at him.
"It for the best," he said.
Draco' s attention was taken when Albus spoke too him.
"Listen to me, Draco," he said, "Your power will only grow," with a wave of his wand the blue figure surrounded by a crowd of people appeared. "There is beauty in it," The figure released a beautiful snowflake above its head. "But also great danger," the snowflake turned bright crimson. "You must learn to control it," he warned, "or fear will be your enemy," The crowd around the figure turned crimson and engulfed the figure as it screamed in agony.
Draco gasped and ran to his father.
"No," James said, with finality, "we'll protect him. He can learn to control it, I'm sure. Until then we lock the gates, reduce the staff, and limit his contact with people. We'll keep his powers hidden from every one," the king paused, "including Harry," he finished sadly.
Over the next few days, several changes were made in the castle: The gates were locked, the staff reduced, and Draco was moved to another room.
Draco, to Harry at least, seemed to be closing himself off.
Soon winter came and so did the snow. Harry noticed and knocked on Draco's door. "Draco?" Harry called," do wanna build a snowman?" No answer.
"Come on let's go and play! I miss you!" Harry begged. He looked under the door. "Come outside Draco! I haven't seen you in forever!" Harry gave up and walked away. "We used to be best mates and now we're ... I don't know," Harry thought, "What happened? What did I do?"
The next day Harry tried again, "Do you wanna build a snowman? It doesn't have too be a snowman!"
"Go away, Harry!" was the only response he got.
"Okay, by," Harry walked away, tears pricking his eyes.
13-year-old Draco stood in his bedroom, gazing out the window at the falling snow. Draco jumped back in surprise as a thick layer of ice grew from where Draco's hand rested and covered most of the window seal.
Later his father gave him a pair of gloves and said, "The Gloves will help," as he put them on Draco's hands. "See," he said as he showed Draco that it was safe.
"Conceal it,"- he began.
"Don't feel it,"- Draco continued.
"Don't let it show," they finished together.
Later, a 10-year-old Harry knocked on Draco's door. "Do you wanna build a snowman, or ride are bikes around the halls?" No answer, as usual.
Some company was over do, in Harry's opinion. He was so lonely that he had developed a habit of talking to the portraits. If only this was some magical castle full of ghosts, and elves, and talking portraits, and even living suits of armor and moving staircases. Sadly it wasn't and Harry was forced to live with out companionship. It was very lonely in such a big, un-enchanted, castle with so many empty rooms, just watching the hours tick bye. Harry lied on his back, his feet up against a grandfather clock as he pretended to kick the pendulum side-to-side, going: Tick Tock! Tick Tock!
Meanwhile, Draco was talking to their parents. He was panicking about his powers because he had accidentally got frost on his wall. "I'm scared. It's getting stronger!" he panicked.
"Draco, pleased calm down," his father said, "Getting upset only makes it worse," James moved to comfort his son.
Draco saw this and panicked, "He'll get hurt!," he thought frantically. "No! Don't touch me!" he begged as he backed away from them, clutching his hands to his chest. "Please. I don't want to hurt you," he said, more calmly.
Lily placed her hands on her husbands shoulder as they both gained sadly at their elder son.
A few years later, a 16-year-old Harry walked by his older brother's door and stopped. Years ago, he would have knocked on it and attempt to convince his brother to spend some time with him, but he had long since given up on trying. He sighed as he walked by his brother's room. He made his way to his parents bed room to see them packing for a diplomatic trip.
Harry ran up to them and hugged them, saying, " See you in two weeks,"
The king and queen walked down the grand staircase and were greeted by their elder son at the bottom.
Draco bowed respectfully at the waist, his face an emotionless mask, his composure as poised and regal as ever. His expression changed to one of nervous fear, "Do you have to go?" he asked, scared to go with out his parents guidance.
"You'll be fine, Draco," His father assured.
The news of the King and queens death took a toll on the kingdom of Hogwarts, but none more than the princes. A funeral was held where what seemed like the whole kingdom attended to pay their respects. All except for Draco, who thought it better to mourn alone, where he couldn't hurt anyone.
After the funeral, Harry went to visit Draco. Harry knocked on his brother's door. "Draco?" Harry called, "Please, I know you're in there. People are asking where you've been," he told his brother. "They say 'have courage' and I'm trying too! I'm right out here for you! Just let me in!" silence."We only have each other! Just you and me!" more silence. "What are we gonna do?" Harry thought, sadly, as he slid to the floor, pulling his knees up, his back leaning against the door. Harry tried one more tactic, "Do you wanna build a snowman?" before putting his head in his hands.
On the other side of the door, in the exact same position, was Draco who's sadness had caused his room to freeze over.
Draco was now, truly, alone.
AN: review and tell me what you think.