Winter Snows

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Many years more passed. Sara's mother had another baby, a fierce, excitable redhead with beautiful eyes, named Anna she learned. Their second daughter was named Elsa. And, like Sara, she had powers.

Sara was terrified for her little sister, she was afraid that her parents would send her sister with the sorcerer too and she would suffer as Sara suffered. Still, she remembered the painful lessons taught by the sorcerer and hid her true feelings.

Arendelle

The King and Queen sat in the study, worriedly discussing what to do about Elsa. She had, the night before, accidentally struck Anna in the face with her magic. They had to take their children to visit the rock trolls who removed Anna's memory of magic. They had decided to isolate Elsa and possible send her to live with Sara with the sorcerer.

A giggle came from the corner of the room "Well hello again Dearies!"

They leapt to their feet and the King shouted "You!"

"Me!" The wizard mocked "I have some news for you of your darling daughter."

"Sara?" The Queen gasped "How is she? Can we see her?"

"No! You can't see her. She's dead!" The wizard chuckled.

"What?!" The rulers cried together.

"Dead." The wizard repeated.

The Queen crumpled to her knees and wept while her husband stepped forward "How did she die?" He asked.

"Used her magic to crush her own heart." The sorcerer said bitterly "Wish I'd thought of that with some people." He commented under his breath.

"Why though?" The Queen wailed in despair.

"Well I'm sure I don't know," the sorcerer lied smoothly "but I am sure with your second daughter I can be more successful. Elsa is her name isn't it?"

"Our deal is over. It ended with Sara's life!" The King yelled "Get out!" He drew his sword and slashed at the beastly man, but the wizard vanished in a cloud of purple smoke before the sword could make contact.

The wizard chuckled to himself as, invisible, he watched the devastated rulers weep and wail. If everything went the way he expected it to, Sara's parents would erase every memory of their first daughter from Arendelle. They would leave only their own minds intact. As her sisters had never met Sara, they would pose no threat.

The wizard whooshed out a nearby window and flew home, still invisible, on the breeze. Sara was waiting for him, practicing her magic by creating fireballs and tossing them at targets. He had managed to teach her magic other than her snow powers and she was excelling, advancing faster than any pupil he'd ever had before. He was beginning to worry about how strong she was. If he wasn't careful she would surpass him in strength.

The wizard shook off his worries and grabbed his student by the ear "What did I say?" He growled.

"Only fire at the servants." Sara muttered.

"That's right. Now do it."

Sara sighed and created another fireball, which she lobbed uselessly at the maid dusting the shelves of books. The maid screamed and fell from the ladder she was standing on to reach the top shelves only to land on soft, cold snow.

The wizard tutted disappointedly "Why not let her land on the floor? It's always so funny."

"Unlike you," Sara rolled her eyes "I don't enjoy causing physical pain."

"No? You'd rather bottle it up inside and destroy anyone who takes a peek at you emotionally?" The sorcerer laughed "How curious. I hope you've been studying while I was away?"

"Yes sir." Sara said calmly.

"Very good!" He exclaimed then conjured a ball of fire and hurled it at her "Let's see what you've learned."

Sara dodged expertly, used to the attempts to catch her off guard, and created a ball of snow to fling back at her teacher. He tried to melt it as it came towards his face only to find that, inside the snowball, was a sphere of ice. It smacked the sorcerer in the nose and sent him reeling backwards onto his rear end. Sara advanced on the wizard with a second snowball in hand. But before she could toss it, a loud gong rang through the halls, the doorbell. The maid, who had been seated on the floor, watching the two powerful people fight scampered up and scurried out to answer the door.

The wizard looked into a mirror as he stood up, he wasn't bleeding, that was impossible, but he was certainly sore. "Get to your room this instant!" He bellowed at his best student.

Sara scrambled down a hidden staircase as the door opened and the maid announced the visitor to be a former pupil.

When Sara reached her room she sat on the small bed she had finally, only this year, been provided with. She reached down under the bed and pulled out several large rags that had once been dresses, but were now either destroyed by the wizard or too small. Sara took the needle and thread out of her pocket, the maid had smuggled it to her as thanks for giving her food when she had been punished earlier that week. Silently, and with many pricked fingers, Sara began to sew the plain pieces of cloth together. Her plan for a dress was coming together beautifully.

Upstairs the wizard had just finished screaming at the foolish old student when he sensed a power growing nearby. Surely it couldn't be Sara, he assured himself. But his student felt it too.

"What in the world is that?" She asked "Have you got some monster in your dungeon?"

"You could say that." The wizard giggled "More like a replacement."

"You can't replace me!" The visitor scoffed "I'm the one you gifted your great plan to."

"Yes, and you will be the one to cast my curse, have no doubt. This monster is more of a favor to the parents." The sorcerer cackled at his own joke, and leaving his visitor alone to be escorted out, he made his way downstairs to check on his monster.

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