Heading back into the gates, Castiel saw the townspeople looking around at the falling snow in surprise. They had a right to do so. It was the middle of July.

"Are you okay?" Meg asked as she caught up with him. She sounded worried about him.

"No," was his simple answer. He sounded shocked, and maybe a little scared, but he also sounded like he was trying to hide those emotions.

"Did you know?"

He looked back at her. His deep blue eyes were glazed with sadness and he shook his head. "No."

Only a few feet away from the couple was Crowley. He was pointedly looking around at the flurries in disgust. "It's snowing. The king seems to have cursed this land." He looked back at his two guards and said, almost angrily, "You have to go after him."

The prince rushed forward, straight towards the duke, "Wait, no!"

Crowley only had to glimpse at him before he ducked behind his guards. "What do you want? Is there sorcery in you, too? Are you a monster as well?"

"No," Castiel frowned, looking frustrated. "I'm completely ordinary."

"That's right, he is," Meg added to back him up. A moment later she realized how bad this sounded and corrected herself. "In the best way of course."

Castiel didn't mean to, but ignored his fiance's words. He glared at the duke and made a counter to his statement, "I assure you that my brother is not a monster."

"He made an attempt on my life." Crowley responded, smoothly.

"Sir, you slipped on ice," Meg said.

"His ice!" The duke pointed out. "And it almost caused my suit to be ruined." He smoothed his black suit as if to prove a point. "There would've definitely been hell to pay if that had happened."

Castiel sighed. "He didn't intend on killing you. He was scared, it was an accident. He didn't mean to do this. Not any of it. I pushed him." He paused a moment to gather up courage. "So I'm the one that must go after him."

"Yes, do that," Crowley said the same time Meg gasped a "What?"

Castiel turned to a nearby royal handler who was awaiting orders. "Bring me my horse" The handler nodded and went to do just that.

"You can't," Meg pleaded softly. She was now playing with the tip of her hair, her nervous state becoming oddly obvious. "It's way too dangerous."

The prince shook his head no. "Lucifer isn't dangerous," he assured her as he accepted the reigns to his stallion. He was also given a dark green cloak to put around himself. "You'll see. I'll bring him home and set everything right. Everyone will see."

"Let me come with you."

"No," Castiel said sternly. "I have to do this myself. You need to stay here and look after Arendelle in my and Lucifer's place."

One look to Castiel's determined and desperate eyes erased all of Meg's hopes of going. Instead, she nodded. "On my honor."

The prince pulled on his cloak and climbed onto his horse. He looked over at the riled up citizens and said, "I'm leaving Princess Meg to be in charge."

Before he could leave, Meg stopped him one last time. "Are you sure you want to do this? What if you can't trust him? What if he hurts you?"

"He's my brother, he would never hurt me." Castiel snapped the reins to the horse and took off through the gates. Now all he had to do was find his brother. It couldn't be too hard, right?

Far away from Arendelle, on the most northern of mountains, stood the root of the blizzard that plagued the land with its ice. Lucifer was walking in the snow that was still fresh and puffy. He was still holding his ungloved hand in the covered one and was one accident away from having a very serious anxiety attack.

"So this is what isolation truly feels like," he said softly to himself. "Maybe now I am rightfully king of something... Being alone." The snow flurries around him began to freeze as sadness filled every vein of his body. "I thought I did everything I was supposed to. I concealed it, I didn't feel it, and I did my best to not let the kingdom know."

These thoughts suddenly added up in his head. "They know now." His ungloved hand reached for the glove that was still left. "They know." He tore it off and threw it into the air. The wind made it disappear into the night. "I don't have to hold back anymore." The relief overrode his fear and a grin appeared on his face. "I can just... let it go."

He flung his hand into the air. The burst of ice that came from it made him happy instead of fearful. "I don't have to hold back," his two hands swirled some more snow into a snowman that looked oddly familiar, but he didn't pay it any mind. "I don't care anymore."

He let off another burst of flurry into the air, but he did notice it wasn't as powerful looking as what he did in his room as a child. "Let this storm rage on." He unclipped the pin that held his not-too-long cape around his shoulders. It flew back the same way the glove had. "Not like the cold bothered me anyway."

Now feeling much more bubbly, he ran through the snow. His destination was a nearby edge of a cliff, but before he reached it, he turned around one last time to look off into the distance. The mixture of snow and night made it impossible to see Arendelle, which only made him feel better. "There's so much distance between me and my problems. I can barely feel them anymore."

"Let's see what else I can do." He spun back to the cliff and concentrated on sending a ball of ice to the edge. It formed into the beginning of a set of steps that were frosted over and a little spikey. The sight made him smile. He ran up to the first step.

As soon as his foot touched it, it cleared and became something like marble. It was pure crystal ice. Both of his hands flew out to the rails on either side of him and he began to climb. More steps began to form as he needed them and a beautiful railing was crafted under his fingertips.

He reached the other side of the abyss and formed what felt like the perfect idea. As he stomped his foot onto the ground, a giant snowflake pattern of ice formed below him. He looked down at it and smiled before lifting his arms to make it look like he was lifting something. The snowflake became a floor and continued to rise until it hit higher than a two stories.

Soon there was walls. And then steps. And then doors and designs and even a chandelier. Everything was made of glass looking ice. It was extravagant and Lucifer almost couldn't believe he did it himself.

"I'm not gonna go back." He thought of how he was the king of Arendelle and almost sneered. To make it official, he grabbed his crown from the top of his head and looked at thoughtfully. He then threw the ring of gold off to some random place, not caring what would happen to it. "The past is in the past."

Then, he looked down at his clothes, "Maybe... it's time for a style change." First he ran his hands through his hair, ice half-freezing the locks into spikes that were bent backwards. The second part just involved him running his hands up his outfit. It turned from shades of black and teal to a beautiful bright blue, that may or may not have sparkled when he stood in the sun. On his shoulders, he formed a new royal cape made entirely of a fabric ice.

It all suited him nicely.

"This is where I will stay forever," he said to himself before turning to look around his newly made ice castle. He wanted to make sure everything was perfect. "Not like the cold bothers me much, anyway."

The horse he was riding made it easy to get over the fjord, Castiel was willing to admit, but it was terrible at trudging through snow. Not that he had much room to talk. He'd be going even slower if he were on foot.

"Lucifer!" Castiel called out into the woods. "Luci! It's Castiel! Your brother who didn't intend on making you freeze winter!" He looked down at the horse that was trudging through the snow with a lot of effort. "Of course if he had just told me that he had these powers, this all could have been avoided."

It went from being early morning to midday. Castiel still hadn't found his brother and wasn't really happy with how cold it was getting.

With only a few cracking noises as a warning, a branch suddenly fell from a tree and landed directly in front of them, snow and all. The horse reared onto it's back legs in fear. Castiel did his best to hold on, calling out, "Woah, woah, woah," before he ended up flying off and hitting the ground.

The horse then took off, ignoring the fact that Castiel was not on his back. Castiel wasn't able to get up in time to catch the beast and found himself stranded in the snow. He let out a heavy sigh and tried to get up. He hadn't realized the tree he was using to stable himself was leaned over and buried in snow until it snapped up and dropped a lump of snow on his head.

It was hard to keep from cursing.

He unburrowed himself and began his trek by foot. Now his thin clothes were cold against his skin and his fancy, not-meant-for-winter shoes were not protecting his feet from the slowly dropping temperatures. His teeth began to chatter and his skin began to numb.

Daylight sunk into night and the landscape began to elevate, making it harder to trudge through the snow. "Ice. Of course it was ice," he mumbled grumpily. "He could not have had tropical powers that covered the fjords in white sand and warm..." he was suddenly drawn to the sight of smoke rising over the woods. "...fire."

He tried to rush towards the smoke, but ended up slipping as he reached the top of the steep hill. He slid down, his cloak getting caught on a branch and getting ripped from his neck, and landed in a stream. The very top of the water was frozen over, so the landing hurt, and him making contact with it made the ice crack. He was instantly drenched in freezing water from the waist up.

Groaning loudly, he stood. His clothes almost immediately began to stiffen and freeze into place which made him waddle towards the smoke even faster than before. When he reached a porch to a wooden shack, he could barely feel his legs at all.

There was a sign above him that was covered in snow. He tapped it so the snow would fall and it read, "Wandering Rufus's Trading Post." A smaller sign attached to the large one also swung and dropped some snow. That one read, "And Sauna."

Castiel shrugged. "Sounds like what I need." He then walked into the cabin and was greeted by the most amazing blast of heat he had ever felt. He was about to start looking around when a voice caught his attention.

"Hey you."

Castiel turned his head towards the voice and saw an older man sitting behind a counter. He was probably the "Rufus" that owns the trading post.

"You here for the sale?" The man motioned to the swimsuits that were hung up all around the counter. "Got half off all the good stuff like swimsuits and clogs. Oh," he pulled a glass bottle filled with some sort of liquid from underneath the counter. "and this sun balm that I whipped up myself. One coat of this and you'll tan real nicely."

"Uh, actually, I am looking for boots." Castiel eyed the summer stuff and added, "Winter boots. And maybe winter clothes?"

Rufus nodded, "That'd be over there in the winter department." He pointed to what he was referring to. It was a lonely looking section with only a single pair of boots and a set of was also some other wintery things, but Castiel knew he wouldn't need any of it.

He walked up to outfit and boots so he could pick them up. "Um. I was wondering if anybody else had passed through here?" He began to walk towards the counter. "Like perhaps the king, or you know, somebody of that nature," he said in a jumble. Then he sat the stuff on the counter.

Rufus shook his head. "The only person out in this weather is you. I don't think anybody else is that crazy."

As he said that, the door slammed open. A bundle of snow walked right inside. Wait no, it wasn't a bundle of snow. It was a person. A man that was completely covered in snow.

"Well, except for that guy," Rufus added before looking over at the man. "You here for the sale?"

The man ignored Rufus and walked right up to Castiel. The prince gulped and looked hesitantly into the green eyes that greeted him. The man's entire face was covered except for those eyes. He was thinking the guy must be some sort of robber or something when the man said, "Carrots."

Carrots? What could he possibly mean by that? "Huh?"

"Behind you," Green-eyes said simply for explanation.

Castiel suddenly got it and looked behind him and down at the shelves that were in the counter. There was carrots right there. "Oh, my apologies," the prince quickly moved out of the way.

The man grabbed a bunch of carrots from the shelf and threw them onto the counter. He then moved to the winter department. There he grabbed a the only pick axe and the only rope. As he did so, Rufus tried some polite conversation. "Quite a storm for July, huh? Got any idea where it's from?"

Castiel knew the answer to that, but Green-eyes was the one to answer instead. "It's from the North Mountain," he said, setting the supplies on the counter next to carrots. "Not sure what caused it, but whatever it was it definitely came from there."

"The North Mountain," Castiel echoed softly, making a mental note since that was probably where his brother was.

Rufus was counting on his fingers how much the stuff would cost Green-eyes. After figuring it out, he said, "Okay, that'll be forty."

"Forty?" Green-eyes sounded confused, then a little mad. "No, that's ten."

"No, no," Rufus shook his head. "You see, these are from the winter stock. Supply and demand is a big problem and says I've got to, you know, up the price a bit. So it's forty."

This just made Green-eyes more frustrated. "You wanna talk about a supply and demand problem, buddy?" He motioned towards the window. It was easy to see a sled parked in front of the store. In the back of the sled was blocks of ice. "I sell ice for a living. That is a supply and demand problem."

"Sorry, still gotta charge you forty," Rufus said, sadly, as though he really couldn't lower the price for this one person. "Though I could throw in a visit to the sauna."

Green-eyes suddenly seemed desperate. "But ten's all I've got. Couldn't you cut me some slack?"

Rufus pushed the carrots towards the man, isolating them from the hiking gear. "Ten can get you that, but I can't give you anymore."

This made Green-eyes seethe with anger, but before he could say anything, Castiel butted in and asked, "Excuse me, the storm you said was from the North Mountain... now, did that seem a little strange to you. Maybe... magical?"

Green-eyes pulled down the cloth that was covering his mouth. "Yes," he said firmly. "Now, stay back while I deal with this douche crook here." He then turned his attention to the shopkeeper, who glared at him.

"I don't think I like that tone." Rufus stood up. He wasn't much more threatening standing, but his glare could've easily scared someone off alone. "I think it best you go."

The next few moments went by in a flash. Rufus actually grabbed the man and threw him outside. Green-eyes really didn't put up a fight, but he did try to apologize. Rufus didn't let him finish before he shoved him off the porch. The man landed in the snow, face first, and scrambled to get up.

Castiel, who was watching from the window, saw a moose, an actual moose, appear from the woods and start sniffing at Green-eyes, who promptly pushed the moose away and seemed to be talking to it.

When Rufus returned to his seat, he apologized for the violence and looked up at Castiel as if nothing happened. "So just the clothes and the boots right?"

"Actually, I would like to buy the rest of this as well." Castiel was talking about the carrots and the winter supplies that the other man wanted to buy. "And that'll be it."