So, I probably should've warned you all in the beginning, but, these chapters will be short. They still reach my 1,000 word minimum, but still short. So... yeah. I hope it's not too short for you all. Anyway, the moment you've all been waiting for since the beginning! Haha, poor Kanda thinks no one is watching. KappasRule beta'd this of course~

I own neither DGM nor Frozen.


Kanda stopped running long ago, when he reached the bottom of the North Mountain. Now, he trudged up the snowy mountain as the stormy winds blew snowflakes into his long, black hair. The chilling wind kept Kanda awake, and kept his mind racing. Every minute he checked behind him, and to his satisfaction, they weren't following him.

He was officially alone, with only the howl of wind and the mountain which was gradually ascending in height.

Kanda liked it like this, alone, no one anywhere near him. His sister out of his sight, out of his range... It was safe, and he liked it.

His cape still flapped behind him, slightly straining his neck. Kanda closed his eyes, and let the wind blow through his dark hair.

The snow glows white on the mountain tonight, not a foot-print to be seen…

Kanda's eyes flashed open in surprise. That was his voice. Kanda scowled. Why was he singing? That was all Allen, not him!

A kingdom of isolation, and it looks like, I'm the King…

"Who's there?!" Kanda cried out, his voice echoing against the mountainside, readying his exposed hand. "Come out!"

The wind is howling like the swirling storm inside….

Kanda kept his hand raised and his head whipped around, looking for the source of the voice.

Couldn't keep it in, heaven knows I've tried.

The voice was in his head, Kanda realized. It had stopped, and Kanda also realized that the voice was beckoning him to sing. He narrowed his eyes in annoyance, but let out an exasperated sigh. "Don't let them in, don't let them see," He decided to sing the words that his father once told him, and began his hike up the mountain again. "Be the good boy you always have to be. Conceal, don't feel, don't let them know…" Kanda looked at his gloved hand with a deep scowl, and without hesitating he grasped the glove and threw it into the wind. "Well now they know!"

He felt the cool air brush against his now bare hand. Both of his hands were free, and the frost that was reaching his fingertips no longer caused his fear. He smirked, and with a gesture, a flurry of snowflakes flew from his palm. "Let it go," he repeated the motion with his other hand. "Let it go!"

Kanda pointed at a random area of snow, and twirled his finger, creating the same snowman he made with his sister a long time ago. "Can't hold it back anymore…"

He continued to walk again, and released another flurry of snowflakes into the sky. "Let it go, let it go! Turn away and slam the door!" At that, he let the snowflakes fall with an outspread of his arms. "I don't care what they're going to say. Let the storm rage on, the cold never bothered me anyway."

Kanda unclipped his cape, not even bothering to watch it fly away. He continued up the mountain, noticing a large gap.

It's funny how some distance, makes everything seem small.

Kanda nearly flinched at the voice in his head again.

And the fears that once controlled me can't get to me at all!

He darted up to the gap, and looked over the edge. "It's time to see what I can do, to test the limits and break through." Kanda released his magic over the edge, creating a rough, basic, frosted staircase. "No right, no wrong, no rules for me, I'm free!" Kanda stepped onto his first stair, which created an intricately designed pattern that replaced the basic design.

He then ran up the stairs, with his arms spread on either side of him, creating the staircase and the railing out of his own ice. "Let it go, let it go. I am one with the wind and sky. Let it go, let it go! You'll never see me cry!"

At this Kanda reached the other side, and had finished his stairs. He lifted his foot, and stamped it onto the ground, creating a large snowflake-platform beneath him. "Here I stand, and here I'll stay. Let the storm rage on…"

Saying that Kanda was just caught up in the moment would be an understatement. He felt utterly free. A little embarrassed because he was singing, but since no one was around, he could care less. He mustered up all the power he had, and raised his hands in the air, lifting the platform and creating intricate columns of ice. He waved his hands around, creating columns, designs, and staircases. All the while, that voice continued on in his head.

My power flurries through the air and to the ground! My soul is spiraling in frozen fractals all around! And one thought crystallizes in a crazy blast!

Kanda used both of his hands to lift off the crown that rested on his head. He scowled at it. "I'm never going back; the past is in the past!" Kanda threw that crown far away from him, finally glad that it was gone.

Let it go! Let it go, and I'll rise like the break of dawn! Let it go, let it go! That perfect boy is gone!

Kanda had fashioned a new outfit mostly made of crystal and blue fabric. It was a long coat, which kind of resembled a trench coat, pants, and boots. His long, black hair sprinkled with snowflakes, but otherwise hung untouched.

Feeling magnificent and truly free, he approached his newly formed balcony. "Here I stand in the light of day!" On the horizon, the sun had indeed been rising, and the sky was filled with pink hues, which reflected against Kanda's new castle. "Let the storm rage on, the cold never bothered me anyway."

Finally, Kanda entered his freshly made castle, with not a care in the world. Not even his sister was on his mind, only his newly gained freedom.


Allen felt the warmth of the sun on her back. Oh wow, it's morning already. Allen thought, whipping her head around looking for any signs of her brother besides the obvious winter wonderland he'd dropped onto them.

The horse she was on didn't look to fine trudging through the snow. "Kanda! I'm sorry! Could you please come out? I didn't mean to make you all ice-crazy!" Allen quieted, waiting for any sort of Che, Moyashi. Quiet down. However, none came, and Allen sighed whilst the horse whinnied in sympathy.