Meg and Castiel found their way to the outer walls of the room and started to talk to each other. First they talked about how empty the castle usually was and then about the parties Meg's parents held for practically every event in her own home and then they were in the garden talking about the white spot in his hair. Soon enough they were up on a balcony railing eating crumcakes together. Well Castiel was teaching her how to eat crumcakes.
"The whole thing?" she asked, looking at the little cake suspiciously.
"Yes, the whole thing," he confirmed. He watched as she tried to eat the cake, "That's it, you got it," and then it all crumbled in her face, making them both laugh. "Okay, so wait, you have how many sisters?"
"Twelve," Meg answered. It was an unbelievably high amount. "and they're all older than me and a lot more prissy. One time, three of them pretended I was invisible for two years. Our father never did anything about it."
Castiel looked horrified, "That's terrible."
"Well, that's what sisters do," she sighed.
"...And brothers," Castiel said, sadly. He looked down as he spoke, "Lucifer and I were really close when we were children. Then, about the same time they closed the gates, he shut me out and never told me why."
Meg's lips curled into a comforting smile. "I would never shut you out," she said as she put her hand on his and leaned in closer to him.
This made Castiel smile and realise something important. "Okay, can I just... say something a little absurd?"
Meg giggled softly. "Put it on me."
"All my life," He leaned back against a wooden pillar with a almost drunk looking smile sitting on his lips. "has been this big series of doors being slammed right in my face, but then I met you, and it sort of doesn't feel like that anymore."
"I've actually been thinking the same thing," Meg said with a tone of excitement in her voice. "Like, I've been always looking for a place to call my own," she looked at the small town of Arendelle in the distance that was glowing with life. "and maybe it's the party talking, but everything feels more... I don't know..."
"Open?"
"Yeah, exactly that. It's as if-"
"-love is an open door," Castiel finished for her.
"Yeah," Meg blushed. "It's kinda like I've found my own place, now and it's nothing like I've ever I've ever known. Do you think it might be true love?"
Castiel stood from his seat and held out his hand to her, "You said you've never slid down a wooden hallway in your socks." He smiled. "How about I show you how?"
They spent hours running around. They did slide down a hallway in socks and after that, they sat on the castle roof and looked at the stars as Castiel explained why he loved heights and as Meg explained why she was a little afraid of them. They also spent time on the bridge in town and were sure to visit the pier and the stables, too. And lets not forget their pitstop by the clocktower. At the end of their journey, they ended up on cliff by a waterfall. It was a beautiful, full moon and their seat to view it could take anyone's breath away.
Meg was looking up at the moon, holding Castiel's hand when she suggested. It was only five words, but those five words struck Castiel with more beautiful fantasy and made this night even more amazing. "Maybe we should get married."
"We should," he agreed. It was more eager than he meant for it to be, but they were in love, right?
She looked back at him and smiled, "Are you gonna ask?"
"Right, right," he laughed. He got down on one knee and delicately took her hand in his. "Now, Princess Meg of the Southern Isles, this may sound a little absurd, but will you marry me?"
"Yes."
And with that, the two of them stumbled down from the cliff and ran towards the castle. Both had wide smiles and could barely hold their excitement.
Lucifer was in the middle of a not-so-important conversation with the duke of a country somewhere in the west that he could never remember, when he heard his brother excusing his way through the crowd. He dismissed himself from the presence of the duke and turned towards where the prince was coming from.
"Luci!" He called out as he broke through the crowd with a girl in a white dress behind him. He bowed awkwardly and quickly before correcting himself. "I mean- King, uh I would like to introduce Princess Meg of the Southern Isles."
"Your Majesty," Meg mumbled, curtsying.
Lucifer bowed politely in return.
Castiel nervously cleared his throat, "We were uh wondering if you would... Well we were hoping you would give us your blessing for our, well our-"
"Our marriage," Meg finished.
"...Marriage?" Lucifer frowned. His head tilted as he couldn't seem to figure what was going on. "I'm sorry, I'm confused."
Castiel smiled brightly, "We haven't worked it out completely ourselves. We'll need a couple of days to get everything planned out." He was talking fast so there was no way to interrupt him. "Of course we'll have soup and honey ice-cream and then- wait... Meg, would we live here?"
"Here?" Was Lucifer's unheard question.
"Of course!" Meg answered him with a warm smile. She seemed like she was pointedly ignoring the king.
"Oh, and we could even invite all twelve of your sisters to stay here, too." Castiel was more excited than before now. He wasn't even listening to his brother's repeated "no"s. "Of course, we'll have enough rooms to fit everyone, practically no one lives here. Well I mean as long as noone-"
That was where Lucifer stopped him. "Woah, woah, woah, slow down. Nobody's staying here, there will be no wedding, and noone is getting married."
"Wait, why?"
Lucifer sighed and gave his brother a sad look. "Castiel, can I talk to you?" His eyes moved to Meg and back to the prince. "Alone."
Meg's face is instantly pushed into something that resembles worry and Castiel is quick to notice. He takes her hand in his and glares at his older sibling. "No, whatever you have to say, you can say to the two of us."
"Fine." Lucifer's eyes glazed over with annoyance. "You cannot marry a woman you have just met today. It's very likely you-"
Castiel interrupted him, "You can if it's true love."
"That's childish," Lucifer almost hissed in return. "What do you know of true love, Castiel? Do you know anything about it?"
"I know more than you," the prince argued. "The only thing you know about is how to shut people out."
Lucifer suddenly looked very hurt. "You asked for my blessing, but my answer is no." He was trying not to glare. "Now if you would excuse me..." he began to step away from the two.
Meg tried to stop him, "Your Majesty, if I could ease your-"
"No," Lucifer was flustered and all sorts of frustrated. "You may not. And I... I believe it's time for you to leave." He continued to leave, looking at a royal handler before getting far, "The party is over. Close the gates."
"What?" Castiel began to chase after his brother. "Lucifer, no, wait." He grabbed at Lucifer's hand but, instead of stopping him in his tracks, he accidentally pulled the silky glove off of his hand.
Lucifer's eyes went wide and he instinctively grabbed for his glove, "Give that back!"
Castiel held it out of his reach. "Brother, please, listen to me," he said desperately. "I can't live like this anymore."
"Then leave," the king replied weakly. It took only a second of looking at his brother's hurt face for him to be unable to bear it. He turned and began to rush towards the door.
Castiel was heartbroken by his brother's response. "...What did I ever do to you!?"
The party around them silenced and all eyes were on the two of them.
"Enough, Castiel," Lucifer said quickly.
But Castiel was not backing down. "No, I want to know why. Why do you shut me out? Why do you shut the world out? What is making you so afraid?"
Lucifer had finally reached the door. "I said enough," his voice boomed and he turned abruptly to face his brother. He didn't know why he'd turned. Maybe it was to show Castiel his anger or maybe he was trying to get his point across. He just didn't know. What he was very aware of was that an icy flash forced it's way from his fingertips and formed a semicircle around him.
Many in the room, including his own brother, gasped and backed away from the growing ice shards that reached for the crowd. He looked around at all of their horrified faces. He had done this.
The Duke of Weselton, Crowley, had ducked behind his guards, men dressed in red and black clad. When the ice was safely stopped, he looked over at the the king with a form of hatred shining in his eyes, or was that fear? Either way, he appeared to dislike Lucifer. "Sorcery," he said aloud. "I knew something strange was going on around here."
Castiel was more shocked than afraid. "Luci...?"
Lucifer, himself, was terrified now. His mind flashed back to a memory of learning how his curse could cause people harm and how they may harm him in return. He had a young, easily shapeable mind back then, and he had just hurt his own brother at the time, so his head was reeling in fear. The lesson had been well stuck since.
He pushed through the doors and found himself on the steps to the castle. There was a crowd of happy villagers standing in his courtyard. He could hear applause burst through the masses as shouts of how it was the king that had blessed them with his presence rang through the air. Looking at the innocent and kind townspeople made him feel sick to his stomach again.
He rushed through the crowd, cradling his bare hand. He was stopped in a group by the fountain. There was so many faces, he couldn't quite comprehend if he knew any of them, but he did definitely see a woman in front of him that was holding a small infant.
"Your Majesty, are you alright?" she asked.
Lucifer could only stumble away, his eyes on the baby. He bumped into the ledge of the fountain and his bare hand touched the stone. He could hear and feel the ice as it spread from his palm and through the fountain. The water was frozen in mid-splash and ended up looking terrifying in the moonlight.
The crowd gasped and then went silent in fear.
Through the doors of the castle came the suit wearing duke and his two guards. "There he is! Get him, boys."
Lucifer turned towards Crowley and called out to him. There was fear ringing through every word. "Please, just leave me alone. Stay away!" In his hands formed a blast of ice that flew towards the staircase. The villagers that had been standing in the way barely made it out of the line of fire. It hit hard and froze the steps.
The ground being ice below him, the duke slipped and fell. He was instantly angry about this. "Monster! He is a monster!"
Lucifer looked at the people around him and found them cowering in fear. Those who had been cheering to him were now hiding their children and ducking down. The woman from before stepped away from him and held her baby protectively against her chest.
Snowflakes began to surround Lucifer as he fled the courtyard in a flurry of fear. Castiel could only see Lucifer disappear around the corner when he made it outside. "Lucifer!" He ran from the steps, glove in hand, so he could follow behind. Meg was right behind him as he ran.
Lucifer made it outside the gates and ran down to a nearby shoreline. He knows he's been followed and looks back, only to hear his younger brother call his name. He stepped back and accidently turned the land and the water underneath him into ice. He glanced back again when he heard a "Lucifer! Please, wait." Castiel was at the gate with his fiance. He didn't even try to listen.
He turned back to the fjord and stepped out into the water, but his shoe didn't get wet. The water, instead, turned to ice underneath him. With this new solution under his control, he began to run out over the newly hardened water. He had no idea where he planning on going, but was heading towards the mountains in the north.
"Lucifer, stop!" Castiel wasn't even close enough to try to catch him. If he had the balance, he could've made it over the frozen water. But, sadly, no he did not. As soon as he reached the edge of the fjord, he slipped and fell down.
"Castiel!" Meg was close behind him and quickly came to make sure he was okay. They both watched as Lucifer reached the far shore and disappeared.
Castiel was devastated. "No..."
The brunette behind him was more concerned about the water. "Look... The fjord."
Both of them then had their attention on the ice that was smoothly filling in all the areas that were once filled with liquefied water. The ships from other countries were locked in place and snow was beginning to fall more heavily from the sky. It was now a wintery wonderland in Arendelle.
