Please note, just because they're playing a role, doesn't mean they're a different gender. If they are it will be indicated.
Jack Frost as Red, Belle, Cinderella, Psyche
Aster Bunnymund as Gaston, Beast, Prince Charming, The Wolf, Cupid
Nicholas St. North as grandpa, Mr Potts
Toothiana as grandma, Mrs. Potts
Jamie and Sophie Bennet as Clogsworth(Jamie), Lumiere(Sophie)
Cupcake as The Fairy Godmother,
Monty and Claude as The Mice.
Sandserson Mansnoozie as The maestro,
Pitch Black as The sleeping wardrobe.
Mother Nature as the Lady Tremaine (nice lady)
Two sprites as the Evil Stepsisters (referred to as sprites)
End of role call. On with the story.
"Father!" Jack exclaimed, "you're awake! And so early, I'd forgotten the main road was closed," Jack's father pat him on the shoulder and smiled. The man was mute, but was good at expressing himself other ways. He had a gruff beard and wild white-gray hair that was almost as white mas Jack's own Snow White hair.
The man sat at the table with a grunt and began to eat breakfast. He had a long day ahead of him. The main road was blocked for a fair so he had to take a detour adding a hour to his trip. He chewed happily and gave Jack a thumbs up for his cooking. He couldn't help but feel a bit sad. When Jack had admitted to him that he didn't favor girls much, he was a bit heartbroken his only grandchildren would be from his conceited daughters if a man could learn love the two. He would scrunch up his face and imitate a spider when referring to his daughters with his friends. Even his wife could help but giggle behind a delicate hand.
With a kiss to his wife and son, (he could not kiss his daughters for they were sleeping and hated being woken) and he climbed in his wagon full of clothes. He wore a thick coat. It was a bit clumpy and the pockets were a bit too deep. It had been the first coat Jack had attempted to make. He insisted on staying up the whole night to finish the coat before his father went to the market. Jack was only six when he made that coat and now he was almost seventeen. His father had worn the coat for eleven years now. It was worn and faded, but he loved it none the less.
Finally, he set off to the market. His horse, Phil (like the yeti from RotG/horse from BtB) was young and strong. His mane was well kept by his wife. She felt bad that Jack did so much house and farm work, she only washed and fed the animals. They were lucky to have a horse as strong as Phil. Jack and his mother would not be able to plough the fields by themselves and their father was often away from home.
Jack's father was thinking of his family when suddenly, snow crunched under Phil's hooves. His head shot up at the sound. Snow? In August? He hopped off of Phil. Oh my, thought the man I've ended at the castle! He had heard that if snowed at the royal castle year round, but never quite believed it. Of course, he knew the royal family practiced magic, but he'd never been to the castle himself.
Would you look at that! He thought, roses growing in the snow, as pale as the ground itself, as pale as his skin and white as my boy's hair, my would he love those! He thought, placing his hands on his waist. Maybe if I could reach through the gate and grab a few for the child… he reached forward through the cold metal and plucked a white rose. Perfect! He tucked the flower in his pocket, now I must get to the market! He thought turning to return to his wagon.
His jaw dropped. Directly behind him, a giant egg sat. An egg! He thought frightendly. He didn't have much time to think though as the egg opened and swallowed him. He heard Phil neigh and begin to gallop away. He thrashed wildly in the egg and tried to kick the mouth open to no avail.
The egg began to run, jostling the man inside. It dove underground and spat the man out in a dark and damp dungeon (we all like alliteration here). He gathered his bearings and wondered about the cell.
The determined man gave up hours later. At least he thought the clothes were in the shade. Phil will bring them home and his wife would sell them. They will be ok. He sighed. But will I?