(Request from Ao3 user Lyra Melody, this one's actually really sad, there'll probs be a reuniting scene with Ninian and Eliwood in later chapters to make poor Roy happy :)

Roy awkwardly wiggles his fingers, attempting to create a wisp, crackle...anything.

And nothing comes.

He knows he has powers, but he has never had consistent control over them. They come in uncontrolled bursts, great explosions of ice.

But they're always in his most vulnerable moments, when he isn't thinking, and is overcome with emotion.

The first time it happened was when his mother died. He had been young, but he was able to understand that he was never going to see her again; her long blue hair and elegant white dresses, her quiet, soothing voice singing him to sleep, her soft arms wrapping him up in heart-warming hugs.

How her skin was always far colder than the normal person's, how she got dizzy after a couple hours of standing up, how she disappeared for long periods of time in order to, as Roy's father put it, "take time to relax".

Roy couldn't believe it was all gone; the good and the bad.

He had been crying, screaming, yelling, and his father had been doing all he could do to keep the little boy semi-quiet.

And ice had slowly crept across the floor beneath them.

When Eliwood noticed it, his eyes had widened. Roy was scared by the terror in his father's eyes, and that had set off a chain reaction of emotions.

Roy's memories are hazy after that, but he remembers blue light and his father being oddly tight-lipped about what had happened.

After that, the same thing would happen whenever he was distraught; ice would spread across the ground around him, blue light would surround him, and he'd lose all memory, waking up to unexplainable destruction.

He knows he has powers, but he's never been able to control them, not even when it could have aided his fight against Bern.

As he continues his attempts to create ice, he gets more and more frustrated. He's saddened, that his mother, who he believes had similar abilities, is not here to help him, his father isn't here to comfort him. Lilina isn't even here to listen to his worries.

Since he's been summoned, he's felt lonely, like many heroes. In conjunction with his failure to control his mysterious ice powers, he feels himself caving under the emotional weight.

And the ice comes.

It creeps along the grass underneath, slowly at first, but then with more force. A blue aura surrounds him, and he feels his consciousness slipping away.

Right before he goes, he processes a figure with long unruly white hair, and red eyes, which are widened in surprise and fear.

At him?

He comes to in a pristine white bed- the medical bay perhaps?- with the figure staring down at him. Roy can see the young woman more clearly now, as she looks down at him quizzically. A woman with pink hair and a maid uniform stands behind the white-haired one, also studying him. His thoughts are muddled, but he hears their conversation.

"It's so perplexing. He was creating ice magic similar to that of your tribe, correct, Felicia?"

"Yes, Milady Corrin, but it certainly isn't ice tribe magic if he transformed..."

Transformed?

"But it wasn't like my transforming either. There was no ice involved."

"The boy's clearly not of our world, Milady. He transforms into a dragon like you, but he also seemed to use ice magic..."

Ice magic?! DRAGON?!?!

"Oh!" The white-haired woman announces, "He's awake!"

"How do we explain this all to him, Milady?"

Roy speaks, voice hoarse.

"I'm a dragon!?"

The woman's red eyes widen.

"Er...yes. I was taking a walk outside, and I happened upon you. You were glowing with a sort of... aura of ice, I suppose, and then... you transformed into a dragon. Can I ask- who are you? I'm Corrin, from the World of Fates. And this is my maid, Felicia."

"I'm Roy. World of Binding."

"Well, Roy, Felicia is part of the ice tribe back in our world, but she said that what you were producing wasn't much like her tribe's magic."

Felicia nods her head in agreement with the statement.

"Ok." Roy states dumbly.

"Can I ask about your lineage, Roy? Are there any...odd family members? Mysterious ones, maybe?"

"My mother...she was always weak and infirm. My father always said it was because she came from far away. She died at an early age, and she never was comfortable doing strenuous things. Her skin...it was always stone cold, no matter what. And she would go missing for long periods of time, apparently "relaxing". I believe she was rather otherworldly, and I could never get her or my father to tell me about her."

"And have you ever...transformed like you did today?"

"Yes. Several times. Always when I'm the most...vulnerable." He was spilling information so easily, but it was amazing to tell someone about his problem, someone who seemed like she might be able to help.

"He's like you, Milady!" Felicia exclaims quietly, and Corrin nods her head.

"Felicia, in my chambers, I have a spare dragonstone. Retrieve it for me, please."

"Of course." The maid bows and exits the room.

"Roy." Corrin says, turning back to him, "I am like you. I too, have a strange parenthood...and I too have turned into a dragon in fits of rage. It's destructive to me and those around me. But, it does not have to be." She tugs on a string on her neck, tugging it off her head. On the string, there was a stone.

"This stone helps me to keep my dragon powers in check. And I have an extra, so...I think you should have one too. It will help you use your dragon powers for good, instead of destruction."

Felicia returns, holding another stone similar to Corrin's. She presses it into Roy's palm.

"There you are." The maid says.

"Thank you." Roy states, words escaping him.

"Of course. If you need any more help, you know who to ask." She stands to leave, Felicia going with her, but Roy stops them.

"Wait. I-could I ask you, both of you to...train me? In the ways of my dragon powers, and my ice powers? I would like to become skilled with them, as I have become with the sword."

Both the women smile at him. Corrin speaks first.

"Of course, Roy. It would be my pleasure."

"Mine too, Lord Roy!" Felicia confirms.

"Thank you."

"Now, please get some rest. We'll train later, Roy." Corrin finishes, walking out the door and softly closing it behind her.

Roy lies in silence, squeezing the dragonstone clutched in his fist.

"Mother." He says to no one in particular, "Why did you do it? You were never meant for this world, were you? So why were you here? Why did you leave me with this power? Why..." he pauses and bites his lip in frustration.

"Why couldn't it be you training me?"

(That was depressing, sorrynotsorry. Put Corrin in "World of Fates" cuz while FemCorrin's usually grouped with Conquest, in FE:H, if you sort your units by origin, both Corrins are in the neutral area of fates (before B or C))