Lyon trudged up a mountain through a growing snowstorm. "The snow shines white on the mountain tonight, not a footprint to be seen. A kingdom of isolation and it looks like I'm the king. The wind is howling like this swirling storm inside. Couldn't keep it in, heaven knows I tried... Don't let them in, don't let them see, just be good like you always have to be. Conceal, don't feel, don't let them know."
He stopped and looked back, though the castle and village were already hidden from view. "Well, now they know."
He turned around and continued walking. "Let it go. Let it go. Can't hold it back anymore. Let it go. Let it go. Turn away and close the door. I don't care what they're going to say. Let the storm rage on. The cold never bothered me anyway."
With every step he felt better, as if he'd left his troubles far behind. "It's funny how some distance makes everything seem small. And the fears that once controlled me can't get to me at all."
He pulled off his other glove and dropped it in the snow, then did the same with his heavy royal cloak, letting it blow away in the wind. "Up here in the cold, thin air, I can finally breathe. I know I left a life behind, but I'm too relieved to grieve."
He came to a sheer rock face, and instead of trying to climb it he walked around to where a chasm split the mountain. "It's time to see what I can do, to test the limits and break through. No right, no wrong, no rules for me... I'm free!" Lyon formed a stairway of ice to bridge the gap and strode up it to the higher side of the chasm.
"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 the top, he paused and looked around. He stamped his foot and an icy snowflake spread outward. "Here I stand and here I'll stay. Let the storm rage on..."
The ice rose and formed shining walls, pillars, archways, a glittering chandelier on a vaulted ceiling, stairs, a balcony, doors... "My power flurries through the air into the ground. My soul is spiraling in frozen fractals all around. And one thought crystallizes like an icy blast... I'm never going back, the past is in the past!" When Lyon was finished, he had his own personal arctic palace.
He stepped out onto the balcony and smiled as the first light of morning reached his handiwork. "Let it go! Let it go! And I'll rise like the break of dawn. Let it go! Let it go! That perfect child is gone. Here I stand in the light of day. Let the storm rage on! The cold never bothered me anyway."
He took his crown off for a moment, ruffled his neatly-combed hair until it stuck out unevenly, and then replaced the crown at a more precarious angle. He shook his head to make sure it wouldn't fall off, but his messy hair held it in place. "Standing, frozen, in the life I've chosen..."
He stared into one of the icy doors, which showed his reflection like a mirror. His smile grew wider when he saw how much his hair looked like ice, all white and spikey. "Looks like I'm the King of Winter now. Or, almost..." With his magic he transformed his clothes, turning them icy blue with patterns of frost.
Then Lyon walked back inside and shut the doors to the balcony. "You won't find me; the past is all behind me, buried in the snow."
"Lyon! Lyon, it's Gray... I didn't mean to make you freeze everything in the middle of summer. I'm sorry! It's all my fault. Please come back?"
In spite of Gray's shouts, the frozen world around him remained silent and unresponsive. His horse waded through deep snow, and shivered at the sound of a wolf howling.
Gray sighed and muttered to himself, "Of course, none of this would've happened if you hadn't hidden your powers from me. Seriously, who keeps a secret like that from their own brother?"
A nearby tree branch broke underneath the weight of the snow. The horse whinnied in fright and reared, throwing Gray off under the tree. The tree dropped more snow on top of him.
The black-haired prince sat up, spitting snow out of his mouth, and noticed that his horse was running away. "Wait, come back!" he yelped. "Oh no... Great. Just great."
Scowling, he got up and started walking. Not after the horse, but in the same direction he'd been heading before.