"Nathaniel! Nathan! Nate, please!" Fiona pleaded, hopping on the tips of her toes wanting answers from her elder brother. "Please tell me what you got me?" His eight-year-old sister pleaded, holding onto Nate's bicep; Nathan sighed with the rolling of his eyes down to meet his sister's pouty puppy dog face. Nathan made a defeated sigh and aggravated groan on his defeat, but a guilty expression crossed his face.
"I didn't get you anything." He told her his voice filled with disappointment and anger in himself. Fiona's hazel eyes started to burn, welling up with tears beginning to sniffle. Her head snapped up and eyes widen when she heard him burst out laughing, seeing him hold his stomach. Fiona clenched her hands tightly into fists and began to pummel her brother 's chest.
"What's so funny?" She questioned.
"Ow, ow, you pack some mean hits with those sticks of arms."
"Hey!"
"Okay, I didn't get you something, because I made you something, and it is in our room." Nate told her, Fiona dashed towards their shared room with Nate following behind at a close pace. Fiona burst through the room making a high pitched squeal of excitement seeing a wax yarn string with a wooden carving of a fox painted white with black paws, snout, the trimming of the ears and the tip of its tail.
"Oh my god!" She rushed over to her bed, grasping the string of her necklace admiring it before placing it over her head; with a giant smile across her face, before even getting a chance to realize he was being engulfed in a hug by his sister her head rested on his chest. "Thank you, brother."
"You're welcome, sis." Nate smiled, squeezing her tight. "I'm sorry I wasn't here for awhile."
"Two months." She retorted.
"Yeah, I was training dad."
"It's okay, besides this is the best Christmas ever."
"You say that every Christmas."
"Yeah, but my birthday is in two months."
"Oh yeah the big nine, ahh, you're growing up." Nate groaned, sounding a bit saddened.
"So what, you'll be thirteen next year." Fiona fired back.
"I know but my age isn't the problem."
"How is my age the problem?"
"Because soon you'll keep growing and aging till your a teenager and I'll have to pummel the little perverts who try to get handsy."
"Ah, my overprotective big brother."
"Damn right I am, because," He pinches his little sister's cheeks. "I got to protect my precious little sister." Nate said teasingly, Fiona shook her head free.
"Big brothers." She rolled hers, rubbing her stinging cheeks.
"Ahh, little sisters." Nathan copying his sister's eye roll, Fiona crossed her arms pouting out her lower lip; Nate chuckled. "Come on." Nate placed his arm around her shoulders; walking throughout the house to the back door of their house. "Snowball fight?" Nate made a mischievous side smile.
"But we're not allowed, the rules."
"Let me worry about that, let's just have some fun. Okay."
"Okay, let's have some fun." She rushed out of the house as fast she could, bending down scooping up some snow to quickly compressing it into a ball; with a quick shuffle of her feet. She flung the deformed frost ball straight towards him the ball swiveled hitting right in the left shoulder.
"Oof." Nate scooped up some snow with his bare hands clenching it tightly into a ball a ball, eyeing out his little sister with a smirk on his face. "Oh, Fiona you might want to start running!"
Fiona's eyes went wide as saucers, she sprinted off with Nathan chasing after her; Nathan chasing after her; the siblings giggle in the crisp cold air. Nathan tossed the ball in her direction, hitting her square in the back.
They continued to play in the snow for hours.
"Are you alright? Did I say something to bring back a sorrowful memory?" Kristoff wondered seeing the lining of his eyes.
"No, I'm fine; it's just that little bit a brought back a fond recollection."
"Hey, boys!" Anna exclaimed, getting their attention "Come on!" Anna waved her hand towards herself.
"Where'd Elsa go?" Kristoff mentioned.
"She went on ahead, now come on slowpokes." Anna jogged ahead.
"Well you heard her, come on." Nate grinned slapping the mountain man's chest with the back of his hand, taking off after with Kristoff following behind; the boys are neck to neck almost like a race, with Anna still ahead. Slowing down his speed as he knew where he was going outside in the snow. 'This is a trap.' seeing Anna exit the castle making a quick cut to the right, Kristoff passing him by. "Kristoff you may want to duck as soon as we get outside."
"What?" Kristoff said as he got pelt with three fast snowballs, knocking him back; as one flew right by Kristoff, three inches away from Nathan's face, he dropped and rolled to stop seeing the ball's splatter on the slick, shined light wood flooring. Getting back to his stance hearing two disappointed groans.
"Ahh, come on Nathan how did you know?" Elsa playfully complained on not striking her boyfriend with an icy frost ball."
"It was foreseeable, snowflake." Nate walked towards her with a bit of swag in his step and cocky grin plastered on his face. Elsa gasped pretending to be offended by the remark, but the gasp sounded playfully offended.
"It was foreseeable, how my knight?" Elsa crossed her arms, Nathan was now inches away from with the most beautiful woman on earth.
"Well let's see you were gone, Anna told us to follow and we did, and she led us down the halls that would lead to the gardens; since you were already gone and have the power over ice and snow."
"Ohh, you're pretty smart."
"Were you dating me for my dashing good look, beautiful." Nate teased her, giving her an intense stare, cocking his head to the side with a devilish grin on his face. Elsa just rolled her eyes giving placing one hand on his chest, one hand hidden behind her back without Nathan noticing.
"You are so…" Elsa stared in his eyes thinking of a word as her fingers wiggled behind her back; her magic at work that was forming a giant snowball over his head. Anna stared in anticipation for the giant frost ball to dop, Elsa hand behind her back clasped shut into a fist; the ball fell breaking apart upon impact cascading down his head being coated in snow. "Covered in snow." Elsa chuckled, seeing the expression on his face; biting his lip, nodding his head.
"Oh, I am sooo getting you back for that."
"Really? You'll have to be able to hit me first." Elsa dashed off towards the tree with Nate closing behind. Scooping up another ball of snow when being pelted on the back of his right shoulder blade by a freezing snowball; his head whipped to the side, seeing a wide gleeful smile painted on Anna's face. Elsa peered from the tree with an armful of perfectly made balls of snow.
"Before we begin, I have laid a mass quantity of snowballs hidden across this garden. Also their will be teams and they are Anna and I are on a team that would mean…"
"Kristoff and I are also a team." Nathan smirked, his eyes catch the sight off Anna ready to attack as he turned to catch the sight of Elsa with a sphere of snow in her hand. With the only snowball in his gloved hand, Nathaniel thought of a fast strategy.
Nathaniel cast the snowball towards Elsa, but she was not his aim but the side of the trunk of the tree; exploding against the bark; casting a shield of blinding shards of snow, as particles of the snowplosion hit her in the face. Nate smirked, casting his gaze onto Anna with her arm back holding the tightly formed in her grasp, his green eyes flickered back to Elsa seeing her body language that form seems battle ready. 'Three.' his ring finger popped back into the partial enclosed fist, 'Two.' his middle finger was gone; 'One.' and his trigger finger was gone as well. Out of the corner of his corneas the royal sisters propelled the ball's hard and fast, Nate stood in plain sight as the each girl threw the frost balls; ducking down as Elsa and Anna's snowballs was about to pelt him in the face, zooming past over Nate. Anna's snowball hit her older sister square in the face, while the other hits Anna hard enough to knock her off her feet and the air from her lungs.
Nate mishieviously smirked, returning to a normal standing position; rushing over to the archway where Kristoff still lay, dodging a couple of snowballs that Elsa tossed his way. He slid to a stop right above Kristoff, holding out his hand for him with a smile on his face.
"You just going to lay there all day?" Nathaniel playfully queried, when Kristoff clasping his hand with a strong grip; helping the mountain man off the ground.
"Not in this lifetime, but we should go, we got a war to win." Kristoff patted Nate on the back Kristoff taking a head start, before Nathan could follow he went to the suits of armor taking off the two round shields with the Arendelle crest, attaching one shield on his right arm; Nate than soon followed foot.
"Hey that's cheating!" Anna exclaimed with a chuckle.
"All is fair in snowball war!" Nate exclaimed back, as he was sprinting seeing Kristoff holding a perfectly formed snowball, getting into a pitchers stance.
"Nate get down." He didn't have to shout being in complete earshot, the mountain man propelled the ball in Nate's direction, leaning to the side seeing the ball zoom past him, Kristoff's ball hit his fiancee dead center in her chest, Anna stumbled back a couple of feet.
"Oh, you are so getting it, Kristoff." Anna quickly compacted a snowball, throwing it towards the boys. Off course the ball fell apart hitting Nathan's shield.
"I thought you, were aiming for Kristoff, not my shield." He chuckled tossing a shield towards the blonde ice deliver. "Your going to need it, now come on we have to get going." Nathan took off with Kristoff following.
"Oh they have shields now, it will not be a problem. Come along Anna our boyfriends need to learn who are the rulers of this game.
The game went on for a couple of hours as snowball after snowball was thrown, trips and slides on some icy ground, and one magic queen redirecting a snowball to hit her boyfriend in the face. They all decided that the next hit wins the game, of course, both members of the team must be hit.
Nathaniel raced toward the tree, dodging every fast-paced ball that was directed at him, Nathan swung to the back planting his back against the chill bark; heavy breathing with a smile that never left his face. Feeling as if he was child again, a snowball in his hand; defenseless considering Elsa froze their shields to the ground. Kristoff hid behind a hedge, with quick glances over to see Anna looking for him. Kristoff scooped up some snow compacting it into the ball, a mischievous smile spread across his face. 'If I hit her and by some miracle Nate manages to pelt, then we win or we end in a tie. Alright, count of three.' Kristoff took a deep silent breath in and out, shooting upward from the bushes to set sight on NO Anna.
"Wha- where'd she go?" Kristoff confused, his face twisted.
"Right here." Anna said, before Kristoff could react he was pelted in the chest.
"Ah, I'm out."
"That just leaves Elsa and Nate." Kristoff brought up, wrapping an arm around her waist pulling her close; bringing her into a deep passionate kiss. Nathan listened for approaching footsteps in the snow to determine which side she would approach on, eyes traveling over to the left and smirking.
"Gotcha, snowflake." He whispered to himself waiting for her to approach closer, he removed himself from cover striking while the snow was still cold, but he didn't hit Elsa, hitting an ice made shield.
"Got you, knight." Elsa held out her hand magically throwing the ball so fast, Nate couldn't dodge; pelting him dead center of his chest falling flat on his back, stifling back a laugh, groan acting in pain.
"Oh my god, Nathaniel!" Elsa rushed over to him, bending down on both knees; both her hands delicately cupping his cheeks. "I'm so sorry, what hurts?"
"Holding back a laugh." He busted out laughing eyes widened, Elsa's eyes widened, her mouth agape closing it, curved into a smile that escaped a laugh, gently pounding him on his chest.
"Oh, why you little-."
"Little? Sweetheart you haven't seen me yet." Still laughing with Elsa's reddened face, they began throwing snow at each other; he whips an arm around her waist, reversing their situation to where she was on top where she was on top but know underneath. Her wrists pinned to the ground, Nate straddling her hips; her eyes gleamed and her smile grew wider with laughing dying down. "Well, Snowflake it seems the tables have turned; you can't throw on me anymore."
"Nate, I thought you knew me better than that." Her fingers wiggled and just like that a pile of snow fell on top of Nathan's back. "I can always cover you in snow with the twinkle of my fingers."
"Twinkle of your fingers, huh? Twinkle fingers." Nate gives a quick peck on the lips repeating. "Twinkle fingers." He kept giving kisses, peck on the forehead, both cheeks, nose, and back to give her a single passionate kiss to her cold lips, ignoring the complete frigid snow on his back, neck, and head. Elsa laughing to the point her sides hurt, Nathan released her wrist.
"Okay, get off." She pushed her forearm on his chest, Nathan stood as the pile of snow fell from his back, helping back to her feet. "We won." Elsa said triumphantly.
"As you did, know what shall we do know?" Nathan inquired.
"Get inside, to sit by the fire and drink hot chocolate."
"Oh, though we could make snow angels and build snowmen."
"Will do that later when Anna, Kristoff, and you get warmed up; because you three are turning quite pale and blue and with red noses."
"Well not all of us are immune to the cold." Nathan offered his hand to her.
"Is that a good or bad thing?" Elsa clasped her hand in his as making their way to the castle entrance.
"It's definitely a good thing, because where I came," he shivered for real and as effect. "It was fall, winter, and one month of summer; two if we were lucky."
"Really?" Anna inquired.
"Yeah, one time me and my sister were having a snowball fight, we played in the snow for hours till the late very late afternoon and we had to go back inside." Hiding the fact, that no one could go out unless the prince did first.
Flashback… 12 year old Nathaniel Mikaelson and 9 year Fiona Mikaelson
Nate held his guts bursting out laughing, pointing at his little sister who did have an armful of snowballs, Fiona slipped on some ice sending her backwards while the snowballs flew up; only to have gravity pull them down pelting her with her own ammunition. Fiona was red as a tomato embarrassed, tears welling out of her hazel eyes.
"It's not funny!" Fiona wiped her sniffling red cold nose, Nate ceased his chuckling, he walked over to her, dropping down his hand for her to take.
"Come on Fiona, are you hurt?" Nate inquired worriedly, Fiona took hold of his hand to help her up from the slippery ice-sheet.
"No, besides a bruised cold but." Fiona patted off the snow from her pants, Nathan smirked, rolling his eyes at her.
"Come on let's-" Nathan ceased on speaking as he heard the hoof beats approaching and horses neighing. "Corgen Soldiers. Run Fiona. Run."
The Mikaelson sibling fled towards their house, Fiona passing Nathaniel; he slipped on a patch of thin slick ice falling back into the snow, Fiona stopped to peer back to her older brother who was motioning her to keep going as he saw the head of a large brown horse with white spots. Nathan had fear in his eyes if they caught his sister out here with him, mouthing the words to her. Go. she entered the back door as fastly and quietly as she can, ducking down to spy out the window by the door.
Nathaniel leaned on his elbows, with an exhausted playful smirk on his face as the Corgen soldiers removed themselves from their saddles, hearing their heavy armored boots with each step they took.
"Well, well. Who do we have here, Don, Cromwell, Trenton, and Raphael, so where Thomas." His voice sounding cocky.
"Right here Nathaniel Mikaelson." Thomas said with a stern voice, still mounted on the imperial soldier horse.
"Listen I can explain why-"
"I do not wish to hear excuses, you know the penalty for going outside before the prince sets foot on the freshly fallen snow."
"Can't you let me off with a warning, I mean come on it is Christmas."
"No, why do you think we didn't give your father this route today. Men get young Mikaelson to his feet." Thomas snapped his fingers twice as two sets of large gauntlets dragged Nathan away from the door, before placing him on his feet.
"Are you going to participate Thomas?" Cromwell questioned.
"No," Thomas said with no hesitation "you four can handle this."
Nathan stood strong, back straight, shoulders back and his chin up, not batting an eye showing no fear on his face, but his where trembling he clenched them into a tight fist where his own nails dug into his skin, gulping the lump in his throat waiting for what's about to come.
"Wait!" Thomas spoke with command. "Nathaniel, were you out here alone." As Thomas spotted Nate's little sister peering through the window.
"I was alone."
"Bullshit, he's just protecting his sister, she should be out here for punishment." Raphael spoke harshly tightening his grip on Nate's shoulder that forced him to take a knee.
"I believe him." Thomas spoke, eyeing Nathan who just mouthed. Thank you.
"What?" Raphael's nostrils flared his face red, "Are you-!"
"Do not question me, now proceed with the punishment." Thomas snapped back.
"Yes, sir." Raphael coward at his commanding officer.
Nathan closed his eyes as a brawl of punched went to his abdomen, chin, cheekbones, his left eye, nose, and lip. Then left with a snap of a broken right arm."
"Agh!" Nate screamed in pain and as soon as he let out that scream, he heard the bell that indicated the prince set foot on the fallen snow. Nathan checked out his broken arm and was relieved to see the bone was not sticking out of his flesh, Nate's eyes stung with tears, bloody snot dripping from his nose, bloody saliva that dribbled down from his mouth. Watching as the soldiers rode off from the injured young boy. He turned over to see his sister with worry and horror in her eyes and frown on her face with tears staining her cheeks, he held up his uninjured arm to give her that he was okay symbol, struggling to stand feeling his left leg's bruised bone, limping over to his house.