A/N: Here's Part two like I said, it's much shorter :)

Prologue

Snow veiled the kingdom with its frosty sheet of ice. The beginning of January arrived and it brought all of its glory to the earth, which is its frozen flakes.

The Prince sits on his throne, no assignments to carry out. He might as well not even been there, it made no difference.

Unexpectedly, a person appeared in the rooms entrance, awkwardly shuffling her feet and chewing her bottom lip. Jughead further slouches in his chair and groans realizing it was just a maid there to bother him. He gestures her to enter the room and she follows his order and hurries to him.

Scrambling with her feet she hesitantly curtseys. "Prince Forsythe, there's a strange woman in the main hall." The stout maid explains fidgeting with her hands.

"What, that's crazy. It's a blizzard out there, you'd have to be an inconceivable nut to be out. What does she want from us?" He gripes standing up from his chair.

"A place to stay, oh well, she's already inside. Kevin let her in because she was frozen." She babbles on.

"You let some stranger in!" Jughead barks with raising his arms up in defeat.

The maid felt choked up, shrinking from the fuming Prince. "I'm sorry but we had no part in it. It was all Kevin's doing." She speaks with a teary voice constantly shaking.

"Well then tell him to let her out. We can't let strangers into this place, she might be a thief."

"It won't be easy. This is Kevin we're talking about and he won't easily budge." She puts her hands up in defense, reeling back.

"Dammit then, I'll tell him!" In a swift pace, Jughead stomps off to find Kevin. The maid collects her dress and tails behind him out of the room.

One of the entrance doors shut in an echoing thud. Tiny steps splotch against the marble floor, creating little foot shaped puddles of water. The possessor of them wore an all black cloak, obscuring her appearance entirely.

"Are you alright? There's snow everywhere out there. How'd you even survive?" Kevin inches towards the stranger and kneels down by her side.

"I'm fine, thank you. I'm just a bit cold. May I stay here young boy?" A weak voice calls from under the cloak.

"Well you might if Fors…" Kevin starts but something in his eyes flicker. "You know what...you can stay." He guarantees with a smile to top it off.

This might not be the brightest idea, an outsider coming in from who knows where. Kevin himself owns a big enough heart to at least welcome her in. What kind of person would let someone freeze out in the cold anyway?

"Kevin!" A shout erupts from the top of the staircase. Jughead glared down at them both as he leans on the railing. "What are you doing?"

"This woman was stuck out in the snow, she asked if she could in. I could at least grant her that one wish."

"Do you know how dangerous it is to let some stranger in here. Where's your common sense?" Jughead argues while climbing down the steps.

"Oh don't worry young boy, I mean no harm." A pair of wrinkled gray hands slowly unveil themselves from the cloak's darkness. "See?"

The Prince wrinkles his nose at the display of her elderly hands. Finally making it to the bottom of the flight he dawdles to the unidentified individual. He carefully examines every inch of the woman but nothing felt off-putting about her. The one detail he didn't know about is, what she looked like.

"Well could you take off that cloak? I have no idea what you look like." Kevin leers at Jughead for the impolite question. Then again it may be necessary to know what your guest looks like.

Her shaky hands reach to her hood and she clenches the fabric, making sure she has a stable grasp of it. With a slight tug the hood falls to her shoulders, snowy hair protrudes from where the hood stood.

Her lengthy nose coated with substantial warts, her face also veiled numerous pimples. Her droopy eye lids covered her steel-blue pupils, and her forehead had layers of wrinkles.

Jughead stumbles back, arms covering his face in terror of her ghastly mien. Kevin stares in shock, his jaw hung from the discovery.

"I come from the South, I came to—"

"Wait a minute, you come from the South?" Jughead questions curling the side of his lip when the words fell.

"He means...around Serpent territory. Are you a...Serpent?" Kevin struggles to speak fearing what she'll say or if Jughead will interject.

Before she could reply Jughead marches to the woman, his view never escaping her being. He strides around her to see the back of her cloak.

"Dear god..." Jughead stammers inspecting the two snaked emblem. "You are one...you're a filthy Serpent!" Jughead booms making the old woman look over her shoulder in caution.

"Master please, calm down." Kevin puts his hands out gesturing for him to quiet down.

"Why should I be calm when there's a damn Serpent asking for shelter!" Jughead argues, with his temper out of control. "These people have already taken enough from me!"

"Oh dear, I feared this would happen." She confesses and her hands disappear into her cloak. A blazing yellow rose appears, her two hands carefully wrap around the stem. "Here take this, I treasure this rose with my whole life. I feel as if you people are worthy enough to be its owners, take care of it my dear."

Kevin places his hand over his heart and mouths an 'aww'. The speech moves him and he reaches his arm out to take the token of gratitude.

A hand harshly grips his arm, stopping his reach. Kevin scrolled his eyes up to see Jughead seething. His handle on Kevin's arm tightened making him wince in pain.

"I'm not letting one of the people who took my father away from me in here." Jughead growls through his clasped teeth. Kevin felt his arm shake rapidly from Jughead's hand. This place was his sanctuary of solitude, and he'd be damned before letting a Serpent take that away from him.

"Jughead!" A voice beckons from the staircase, heavy footsteps came after, hitting each step in a consistent rhythm.

"Oh boy." Jughead mumbles, realizing this problem is getting bigger.

"What's going on here?" Archie reaches the floor and proceeds to the group. He actually didn't expect some strange woman to appear inside the kingdom. Guests don't really consider leaving their homes when there's snow piled up in every direction.

"It's none of your concern, Archibald." Jughead grumbles before folding his arms into his chest.

"Who's this woman?" Archie questions pointing his finger in her direction.

Jughead arches a brow and looks down at the woman. "Some Serpent, and she was about to leave before you interrupted." Still curious of her whereabouts, he couldn't find the time to care anymore and brushes the thoughts off.

Kevin's face turns sentimental from the lack of concern. "Forsythe please, she may di—"

"Actually...I agree with him." She interjects raising her hand up for him to stop. "I must go."

The woman whirls around and starts her walk to the door. Closing her hand on the doorknob, she peers over her shoulder, her gaze glued on the Prince.

"But I must warn you, you must not be deceived by appearances. For I believe beauty is within." With a firm tug of the knob the frosty winter air welcomes itself inside, blowing the woman's frail hair back, she winces to see through all the snow blowing into her eyes.

The door closes back and the stranger's finally gone.

"What has gotten into you, Forsythe? That woman will freeze to death now." Kevin pleads rubbing his forehead. Whirling in his mind, possibilities of what could happen to that elderly woman. Sweat beads start to form from the dread.

A knock emits from the main doors. The three stare at the entrance, motionless from the startling sound.

"Is it that lady again?" Archie chokes.

"Oh the the cold was probably too much to bear for her." Kevin hustles to the doors, not acknowledging the glare Jughead now gave him.

Kevin grips both door handles, and using his strength he heaves both doors inward for the elderly woman to return.

"We're so sorry fo—" Kevin stumbles back from the entrance, using his hands to help him crawl back away from the figure that stood before him. "Dear god…"

"What the hell is this." Jughead fumbles back on his feet, finding it hard to balance on his two feet.

A slender pale female stood tall in front of them. Her blonde hair moves gracefully in the air—like it was its own being. She wears a giant bright ruby colored gown. Her sleeves flow down her arm to her wrists, as she holds a thin wand in one hand and the yellow rose she offered earlier. She rises from the ground and enters.

"Prince Forsythe, it is clear to me that your heart is colder than I thought. The only thing that can save you now…" She lifts up the wand in her hand. "Is a curse."

"Now wait a second, you can't expect us to let in a stranger. He had the right to dismiss that woman." Archie responses inching closer to the figure.

"Archie you're not helping. She was an elderly and she was cold, no decent human would say no to that." Kevin argues lifting himself off the floor. "I'm sure we can fix this."

"I'm sorry but it's too late for an apology." She moves the wand to the direction where Jughead is standing. Archie races in front of the Prince to guard him, stretching his arms out wide.

"What do you think you're doing?" Archie bellows at the enchantress.

"What I need to do." A tiny pink spark leaves her wand and floats towards the duo. It flies over Archie's head and lands on Jughead's hair, and sinks inside.

"What did you do?" Jughead starts running his fingers through his hair, his fingers search for the accursed particle.

"You'll see." She responds with her steel-blue eyes staring down on the confused Prince. "And when you do, heed my words."

The yellow rose now floats in the hand she held it in. "You must find someone you truly love and you must earn their love in return." She lifts the rose higher. "Before the last petal of this beautiful rose falls, this curse shall be broken."

"What curse? What do you mean?" Kevin begs for the answer. The enchantress closes her eyes and continues, ignoring Kevin's earnest questions.

"This must happen before your 20th birthday or you'll remain a beast forever." The warning shakes them all, especially Jughead. His eyes widen in horror and his mouth hangs.

"What the hell do you mean!" He shouts, now desperate.

"I'm sorry it had to be this way, but this is how it must be." Jughead felt a sting of pain in the fingers of his hands. He examines one hand, and the color from his face drains.

His fingernails start lengthening into sharp claws. In panic he hides his hands in his coat pockets.

"What's wrong Jug?" Archie asks panicking just as much as Jughead is.

"I need to go to my room." He spits and turns, dashing to the staircase. Jughead ran at a speed Archie had never witnessed before.

"Will we be put under this curse?" Kevin questions, his eyes constantly moving from The Enchantress to the running Prince. The pressure from this problem causes Kevin's stomach to swirl in pain. For once he had no clue what actions to take, he's terrified.

She only nods for her answer. That makes him feel worse.

A group of servants start to crowd the top of the staircase, varies faces of horror plastered on some of them. A floating mystery woman would scare anyone, but even more so when she threatened them with a curse.

"Well what's happening to the Prince?" Kevin adds.

"It's best you'll see for yourselves." The enchantress answers a frown showing on her face. Archie bolts up the steps from the news, the information sent a horrible shiver up his spine.

The third floor stood peculiarly deserted, not a single soul appeared to be on it. No person stood there except one, a furry beast.

"Jughead?" Archie calls keeping the volume of his low. He leaves the staircase and focuses on the ground floor.

"Whoa." Tiny pieces of Jughead's pristine coat and black breeches laid on the floor sloppily. The closer to the Prince's room the more pieces shown. "What is this?" Dumbstruck, he starts to pace chewing on his thumb's nail, wondering what he should do next.

"Archie!" Veronica's shout makes him faintly jump. She declines the staircase above him, holding her dress up to help her walk.

He places his finger on his mouth. "Keep it down." He whispers.

"What's going on? I was told something's happening." She states walking up to him.

Archie shrugs still inspecting the pieces of fabric. "Something's going on with Jug." He kneels down and lightly takes a piece off the floor. What could've happened to him?

"What do you mean by that? Be more specific."

"I'll explain later, just follow me." He waves for her to get behind him and she follows his command.

They creep down the abandoned hall, determination led each step to find out what happened to their Prince.

"Why are tiny pieces of his clothes everywhere? What really happened Archie?" Veronica couldn't stop her curiosity from showing and Archie finally lets up.

"Ok ok...so I don't actually know what happened."

"What!" Veronica barks, struggling to keep her voice down. "But you said—"

"Just hear me out Ronnie." He starts rubbing the back of his neck, hoping it'll help relax himself. He never felt this amount of pressure in his entire short life. Nothing made sense, the old lady, the flying lady, and now Jughead.

"I'm listening."

"So there might be...a curse on Jughead." Archie already knew the chuckles Veronica held back at that claim. It sounded ridiculous. "Then he ran away from us when…"

Unaware, they make it to their destination. Claw marks littered the wooden door, some long and deep others only meager.

"I didn't know we let animals in here." Veronica's quip didn't help at all.

Archie gestures her to go to the other side of the doorway. She falters for a moment, for once losing confidence in herself. She hastens to the opposite side of him, standing guard of the door.

Archie moves himself in front of the door. The markings all over strangely intimidated him. He elevates his hand to knock.

"Jughead, you there?"

No response.

Archie could feel his heart pump against his chest at a much faster rate. Not even Jughead's bitter 'What is it?' came from behind. Just silence.

Horrible silence.

"Why don't we get someone else to help? He obviously won't open the door for you."

"Well this is more serious than usual. There might be some rabid animal in there with him." Archie mutters pushing his fingers through his short hair strands. "No way these marks came out of nowhere."

"Then let's call more people to help." Veronica scolds him. Archie reaches for the doorknob and turns it, pushing the door open it stops abruptly.

"Something's blocking it." He grunts still finding it difficult to push whatever's behind the door back.

"What, that's crazy. You're probably the strongest person in this whole place."

He releases the knob, however letting the door remain slightly open. "Ronnie, I'm not strong enough to open this door."

"Well, can you peek through the door enough to see anything?"

"Um sure." He gets closer to the crack and pushes his eye towards the room darkness. Covering his other eye to see better.

"Anything yet?" Veronica inquires cocking both eyebrows up.

"It's completely dark...but I'm trying." Archie leans in as close as he can. Still nothing.

In the room complete darkness filled it. Normally the room's curtains would be open. Jughead probably closed them for some reason.

"Well if you—"

"Wait I think I saw something move." Archie interjects almost leaping up, in both fright and happiness.

"Really. Tell me more." Veronica moseys in closer to Archie, wanting to see what's going on.

"I can't see it well."

"Is it the animal? Is it Jughead?" Veronica's interest almost reaches its peak.

Still no sound came from the room. Veronica and Archie overlook that fact and stay focused on what's inside.

"I told you I can't make it out." Archie states exhausted by his impatient companion. "But I'm telling you Ronnie. I see something."

"We can't do anything if you can't see it though." Veronica turns her back and flails her hands up in defeat.

"But I see something and…" Archie swears. "It's big...like not even me big but huge."

"How can you tell if you can't see it right?"

"I'm telling you there's something in there."

"Arch—"

"And no way in hell it's Jughead." Archie can almost make out what it is by leaning in closer.

"Arch—"

"Wait Ronnie, I think I can see more." Archie cheerful exclaims hoping she'll be just as excited.

"Archie!" Veronica hisses still keeping her back to him. She never liked it when people stopped her from talking.

"I think it's moving again, and I think it's—."

"Archie just listen!" Veronica spins around and shoots him a scowl. "If it isn't harming Jughead and you can't see it clearly. We can't do anything."

"But Jughead said he went to his room. He should be in there." Archie begs for Veronica to believe him pulling away from the crack. He places his eye back against crack. "I think the thing's gone now. I can't see it anymore."

"Well you know what, nothing today makes sense. He's probably somewhere else brooding." Veronica grabs his hand and leads him back to the staircase they entered from. "Let's head back to Kevin, Archie." They walk down the stairs, hand in hand.

They leave the door cracked open slightly. An eye emerges from behind the room's gloom, looking through the crack. It's blue-green pupil searches the floor, but no one's there.

The enchantress still stays at the entrance, waiting for Archie. Archie pushes through the crowding servants in the staircase leading Veronica to the woman.

When they make it through Veronica has a clear view of the woman and she almost faints.

"What is that?" Veronica whispers feeling weak in the knees.

Archie shrugs. "I already said Ronnie, no idea." He makes sure to carefully pay attention Veronica doesn't tumble down the steps, she's still terrified of the floating woman, and can trip from not paying to which step she's on.

"Is he there? What happened to him?" Kevin interrogates Archie and cocks an eyebrow up seeing him hold Veronica's hand.

"We didn't see anything in his room." Archie states but he felt deep down there was something in there. "We thought he got attacked by some animal. Since there were pieces of his clothes all over the floor and his door was all scratched up."

"And you didn't tell anyone about this!" Kevin shouts at him, disappointed in his decision. "There are no animals in this kingdom except for some cats. So there's no way any cat could attack anyone like that. Some one go upstairs and help him!" Kevin commands a servant to go and some hurry to the staircase.

"That won't be necessary, if you don't seem him now than later definitely." The rose in the enchantress's hand vanishes, leaving tiny white particles in it's place to descend. "I must go."

"Wait but—" Kevin still tries to speak with the enchantress.

She ascends in the air, her body now glowing of white. "I wish you all luck and hope this curse doesn't last forever."

"Can you just wait a—" Kevin felt a sweat drop trickle down his temple. He didn't want to know what happens next. He switches his view to the scared group of servants, shaking in a huddled group, refusing to leave the scene.

"Farewell." Her figure gets even brighter. Everyone in the room shields their eyes, the blinding light burns too much. The enchantress then implodes, with that her white glow moves throughout the whole kingdom. Nothing left untouched by the enchantress's glow.

Nothing left untouched by the curse.