Hello. First off I just want to say I'm totally in love with Frozen and it's characters! I know what I have in mind, which you'll see (I hope) in this chapter, has been thought of by other people, but I wanted a version of mine as well. :D So yeah.

This chapter in a summary is basically introducing my OC. I haven't written anything about Elsa and Anna yet but I'll get to it in the next few chapters, along with my own character.

Anyway it's my first story and I hope it's alright! Hopefully my title is original though. *fingers crossed*

Disclaimer: I own nothing except my OC! :D

Heat spread throughout the room - quick and sure - followed by a loud sound, as if someone had burst a dozen balloons. Then came the ringing of metal as pots fell, it's contents spilling out and onto the ground. A small boy stood in the midst of it all, recoiling back, his body flinching as the metal met with the tiled floor. His eyes opened slowly, taking in the scene, then turning to meet his mother.

"It's fine, Aiden. I'm fine," his mother quickly spoke, noticing the shocked expression Aiden held. She clutched her right hand tightly, but the red on her skin could still be seen. The boy was only six! She could not - no, would not even dare to let her son know it was his fault; and she did not blame him either.

Aiden opened his mouth, wanting to speak, but he was interrupted when the door to the kitchen slammed open.

"What happened here?" Aiden's father said, before taking a good look at the mess. It took a mere second to figure it out. He was afraid that something bad would happen, and his fears were met with an answer: Aiden and his mother were cooking dinner together, as always, but in the hype of it all, he must have lost control.

The old man saw the burn on his wife's hand, and quickly brought her out of the room, into the living room, gesturing for her to sit down before he went into another room. When he came back into the living room, he held some sort of bottle in his hand. Aiden followed and stayed with his mother, but kept his distance. He knew what happened and how it happened, so he did not dare approach her in fear he would do it again.

"This will ease the pain," his father said, applying the medicine on her hand. Luckily it was not that bad a burn. She must have placed her hand a distance away before the accident. When he was done, he brought her up to their bedroom, then came back down. Aiden only looked on when his father helped her, and now he was met with disappointed, resentful eyes. No words were exchanged, but Aiden knew what was going to happen. He knew why, too. His mother was brought to the room so she would not see what her 'perfect' husband would do, the pain he would inflict on him. She would not be able to hear the whimpers, to understand what he would experience. As he made his way toward Aiden, his boots dragging against the wooden floorboards, his fingers straightened. Aiden could already feel his father slapping his cheek, he could feel a chill run up his back. His own hands started to tremble and his body was already cringing, ready to take a hit.

The old man's footsteps stopped. Slowly, his hands raised up into the air. Aiden closed his eyes and braced himself. The air made a sound as if it were being pushed as his father's hand came downward, finding its way to Aiden's face.

But then there was a flash. It all seemed to happen so slowly. The flames sprouted from his hands, small and dim at first, then bright and intense all at the same time. It flew out of his palms, joining together like magnets, turning into a small ball of flame, then suddenly, its curved sides started to move, deforming the sphere, entering into it's core then disappearing. For a short moment there was silence, then a burst; and the old man was sent flying back. Aiden fell back into the sofa, sweat beading down from his forehead. His eyes were wide, staring at the motionless figure across the room as silence filled the place. The heat slowly died down, and for a moment there was peace. But it was broken quickly.

Aiden could hear the shuffling from upstairs. His mother! If she found out… No. She must not know what happen. His six year old heart loved her too much to ruin her relationship with his father. At least he treated her well, he thought. He quickly hopped to his feet, then ran toward the door, opening it for, possibly, the last time.

And woo! Although it's really short, this is chapter one's end! I thought of calling it like "The First Flame" or something, but then I would have to name all other chapters and I figured I was a bit too lazy to do that. I'm sorry. :(

Anyway it's my first time taking a story in a long while actually, and somewhat in the romance genre at that. I hope it isn't too bad.

So I know I haven't described how anyone looks like yet, which is essential since they weren't in the movie. I'll get to it! :D
So yeah, please review it and.. I really will appreciate it. Thank you!