14 years later…
Francesca silently combed her black hair. Just another day in the castle. She's given up hope her sister would talk to her. It happened a few years ago, but she could still hear the anger in her Aqua's voice.
"Mom!" Francesca shouted. "Look at this!"
The queen ran into the room, and watched in horror as flames engulfed her daughter's hand. Aqua followed her, just as shocked. To their surprise, Francesca just grinned at them. "Look at it!" She held up her hand closer to her face, as if the heat didn't bother her at all. "It's beautiful…"
The princess wasn't exaggerating. The flame covering her hand really was beautiful. The colors melted into one another, and it didn't feel like any other flame. This one looked warm, inviting. Like it has it reflected Francesca's mood.
However, the queen and the older princess couldn't even speak. That simple flame reminded them of their loss… However, when Aqua looked at her sister again, she no longer saw kind, loving Francesca. Instead, she saw a stranger, just as cruel and evil as Hans. Aqua's eyes began to form tears, remembering the night her father was murdered.
Elsa couldn't think. How, in the world would someone as lovely as her have the same power as someone who would kill, just for revenge? The queen stared at her daughter, smiling at the little ball of fire in her hands. No… is she? She wouldn't possibly turn into someone like Hans… right?
The younger princess saw their faces and instantly, the little flame disappeared into the air. "What's wrong?" She took a step towards Aqua. Her sister have never looked at her like this before, not even when they've had an argument. Her sister was staring at her like she was some kind of… monster.
"Stay back!" Aqua screamed at her, forming little bubbles of water, just in case, like the night it happened. "Don't come near me!" Her younger sister looked at her, with confused eyes.
"I'm not going to hurt you, Aqua…"
"No!" The older princess gather all the little water bubbles and it surged towards Francesca, hitting her and shoving her into the soft red carpet. "Stay away from me!"
The queen just stood there, frozen. All that happened in less than three minutes… Hans… Xavier… Elsa's eyes began to tear up. The queen looked at one of her daughters, lying on the carpet with a broken hearted expression, and a few tears sliding down her delicate little face.
Francesca shook her head. No. That's all going to end soon. Her sister's sweet sixteen was coming up soon. There's going to be a big party. And before the night ends, the two of them would be friends again.