Second chapter. After this, the story will start becoming less like Frozen. Let me know what you think so far. Review please!

It was funny how 13 years flew so quickly. The king and queen had fallen from a snowstorm during a trip, one that only Arthur knew was from trying to search for answers about his powers. Arthur or Alfred had to take the position as the new king. Arthur utterly refused the position, not wanting to place any of his people in danger, because of his powers. Alfred was a strong fighter, smart and knew how to settle diplomacy. He would make a wonderful king as far as Arthur could see it.

It was Alfred's coronation and Arthur felt nervous. He was the new king's brother. It was only right for him to appear. He was dressed in his periwinkle trench coat and waist coat. He took a deep breath, placing on his black gloves. These gloves were designed to seal his powers from his hands. After almost crystallizing his mother, the wizard created these, so Arthur could touch others without crystallizing them.

Arthur also knew that, now that Alfred was king, he had to tell his brother about his powers. There was no use hiding them from Alfred anymore. He was a grown man and deserved to know the truth.

"HEY ARTIE!" Arthur heard his brother cry out, opening the door, as he jumped.

"Alfred, you scared me, you wanker!" Arthur shouted with furrowed eyebrows.

"Sorry, I'm just so excited! I still can't believe you turned down being king, but I'm stoked it's going to be me. I'm already thinking of ways to make this kingdom better. I was thinking... Game Night every Tuesday," Alfred said, grinning as Arthur rolled his eyes.

"I'm sure everyone will love that," Arthur replied dryly with a sarcastic smirk to match it. "Did you remember to brush?"

"Of course I remembered! Geez, I'm not 5."

"AND floss."

"Uh... yes?"

"Floss, Alfred. This is your coronation and I'm not going to have my little brother show up with plaque between his teeth," Arthur stated, crossing his arms.

"Whatever you say, Mommy."

Arthur sighed sadly, looking down. "Please, it's too early to make that joke." At least his gloves were on.

"Dude, I'm sorry. I didn't mean anything by it, I-"

"I know, Alfred. Just... forget it. I don't want to think about it," Arthur said, staring at his reflection.

There was a long pause, a pause of trying to forget, so his powers didn't start leaking. He had discovered that his gloves didn't always work. If Arthur was too scared, angry or sad, his powers would start leaking through his feet and every part of his body. He didn't want to do it in front of Alfred. He couldn't hurt Alfred again.

Suddenly, Arthur found two hands covering his eyes and yelped as Alfred laughed.

"Arthur, where's that smile!" Alfred asked sing-songly.

"Alfred, don't you dare-" Arthur glared before being turned and Alfred started searching him.

"I know that smile has to be around here somewhere. Is it in here?" Alfred asked playfully, looking under Arthur's trench coat.

"Alfred!" Arthur shouted, his mouth twitching.

"Is it in here?" Alfred asked, opening Arthur's jaw.

"Hands off, Alfred!" Arthur shouted, slapping Alfred's hands away from his face.

"I know it's gotta be in here," Alfred said, lifting Arthur's arm.

"A-Alfred, you're being incredibly ridiculous," Arthur said, as his lips twitched and curled up for a second. Luckily, Alfred caught it.

"A-HAH! There's that smile! I found it! I found it!" Alfred grinned, pointing at Arthur's mouth.

"Oh, shut up, you bloody nutter," Arthur chuckled, finally giving up on trying to be angry and slapped Alfred's face from him.

"Make me," Alfred smirked, sticking out his tongue as Arthur rolled his eyes. "Seriously, it's my coronation. Right now isn't the time to be all mopey dopey. It's time to be happy, so be happy!" He took Arthur and swung him around as he laughed.

"Alright, alright, but just for today," Arthur replied, sighing, before he was placed down. He hugged Alfred close. "I'm proud of you, you know."

"I know. Maybe we can start spending more time together now. You started getting boring as you grew older."

"It's called hormones and puberty. Deal with it,"Arthur replied bluntly.

"Yeah, but I mean you just... I don't know... you'd lock yourself in your room, tell me you needed alone time, refuse to play with me, and started treating me like you were my Mommy kinda."

"Excuse me, I do not!"

"Admit it, you do," Alfred grinned, poking Arthur's nose. "But seriously, I'd like to spend time with you more. Remember those bedtime stories you used to tell me?"

"Yes, I remember them," Arthur replied, smiling a bit. He sighed. "Very well. I'll try spending more time with you, Alfred. It's the least I can do."

"And no more shutting yourself from me. You do that almost all the time."

I do- fine. I'll try not to, but I do need my privacy."

"Eight hours of it?"

"I get busy!"

"With what?"

"Studies."

Eight hours?" Alfred asked with furrowed eyebrows and crossed arms.

"Alfred, let's talk about this later."

Alfred groaned, showing a pouty face, "fine."

"Thank you. Anyways, I believe those teeth still need flossing."

"Arthur!" Alfred whined.

"Now!" Arthur said firmly as Alfred dragged his feet to the bathroom.

Arthur chuckled a bit, shaking his head, before returning back to preparations. He made sure him and Alfred were ready for the coronation. Everyone was invited from all four kingdoms, even the Jokers. Once Alfred was king, he was allowed to choose a Queen and/or Jack or go solo. Zao had been the previous Jack, so Arthur figured Alfred would keep him. Zao had been like family to Alfred and Arthur, being he would sometimes look after the brothers when the parents were busy. The Jack also had to be someone from royal blood and Zao was of royal blood from the Kingdom of Hearts.

As for Queen, Alfred would have to choose someone from his family or marry a royal and make her queen. Though, Alfred was not allowed to choose a new queen, until he was coronated as king. Then, he could make plans to coronate a new queen, who would then be trained to being the new queen, unless he or she was already raised by Spades, in which case he or she would've already had the lessons needed.

Arthur watched as Alfred walked down the isle of the throne room to perform the ceremony of the coronation that he was trained to perform. Arthur stood in line with the royal family, who were his three older brothers, Alistair, Patrick and Dylan and his littlest brother Peter.

How the next king is chosen was mainly based on who passed with the best scores. Peter was still in training, while Alistair and Patrick failed and the rest passed. Arthur held the highest scores, but because he declined being king, Alfred had the second best scores with Dylan having the third best scores. Alfred would have to choose one of his four older brothers, if he was to choose a queen. Dylan would be the best choice.

"I crown King Alfred, LONG LIVE THE KING!" Zao declared, placing the crown upon Alfred's head before he stood up.

The crowd stood up and applauded, including Arthur. They then walked up to greet their new king and congratulate the royal family. Arthur kept himself distant as to not unleash his powers. He was beyond relieved when it was time for the party. He needed to get out as soon as he could to not place anyone in danger of his powers. Arthur just smiled and waved to the crowd before beginning to decent. Though, before he could get out, he felt someone take him by the elbow.

"Hey, where do you think you're going?" Alfred smirked as Arthur turned his head.

"W-Well, the party is nice and all, but this whole thing is overwhelming and I just need to rest for-"

"Co'mon, Artie! Don't be a party pooper! Let's dance!" Alfred grinned excitedly, dragging Arthur to the ballroom floor and they began to dance.

"A-Alfred, I'm tir- fine," Arthur said, finally defeated.

"I win!" Alfred grinned playfully as he turned Arthur in a twirl, which made him laugh.

"You're impossible."

"I'm awesome."

"So, you say."

"I am!" Alfred pouted as Arthur laughed.

"Just don't get too carried away and just this one dance. I really need to rest."

Alfred sighed, "why do you always do this? You hardly spend time with me anymore. All you do is go to your room and shut the door on everyone. We used to play together all the time when we were young. You'd tell me stories, reenact them, what happened to him?"

Arthur stared down at the floor, guiltily. "I'm sorry, Alfred. I guess I'm just not as fit for this as I used to be."

"Don't give me that. You're not even that old. I just don't understand. Why can't you spend time with me at my own coronation?"

"Alfred, we'll talk about this later. N-Not now," Arthur promised.

"You better, if you're going to be my new queen," Alfred smirked as Arthur's head shot up.

"W-What!?"

"Yeah, I'm actually in the process of working it out, but I'd like you to be my new queen. In fact, we can have your coronation in just a week or a few days. You don't need lessons and your score is higher than mine. You'd be perfect!"

"No, Alfred! It's a bad idea. Look, I can't tell you right now, but you can't make me queen. Have Dylan be queen, he'd make a good one and doesn't need lessons either."

"Why can't you be queen? I mean I suppose it's fine, if you don't want to be king, but you have a duty to perform. You have to have some sort of responsibility," Alfred replied with furrowed eyebrows.

"It's not about that, Alfred. Listen, I will explain later, but right now, I just can't be queen and that's final!" Arthur shouted, which gained the attention of everyone at the party. He realized his actions and looked down for a quick second to see specs of black crystal forming. Fear and anger began leaking out of Arthur. "I'm sorry Alfred, but I have to go." He began quickly walking on his way out of the ballroom.

"No, I'm not letting you run off and shutting yourself in again!" Alfred said, running after Arthur, then grabbing him by his hand, slipping his glove off.

"ALFRED! Give that back!" Arthur cried out.

"Not until you stop running away!"

"Alfred..." Dylan warned Alfred, knowing what was going on.

"Dylan, stay out of it!" Alfred warned Dylan.

"He's being serious, give Arthur back his glove!" Patrick cried out.

"What's going on?" Peter asked.

"I-I don't have time for this," Arthur said as he began running out of the ballroom, Alfred following him.

"Arthur, what's going on!? I'll give you back your glo- when did the grass suddenly become black marble?" Alfred realized, which made Arthur stop and notice black crystal spreading from his feet and all across the ground of the kingdom. Everyone gasped and backed away.

Arthur began backing up as he bumped into three people and they instantly became a black crystal statue. Arthur gasped, while everyone else screamed. Arthur cried, "no! No-No-No-No, this can't be happening!"

"What kind of sorcery is this!?" Arthur heard Francis shout, pointing at him.

"Back off, man. He obviously isn't doing this on purpose," Alfred replied defensively.

"What did you do to my daughter!?" A mother shouted at Arthur, pointing at the young girl among the group of people he turned into black crystal.

"I... I don't know!" Arthur cried, tears coming out as he began running, people turning into black crystal that he would bump into or push over.

"Arthur!" Alfred cried, proceeding to run after Arthur.

"Get away from me!" Arthur cried out as black rays burst from all sides of Arthur, one of them hitting Alfred straight through the heart. Arthur wasn't able to see it as Alfred passed out, gasping as he placed his hand over his heart.