A/N Just a note that most (and by most, I mean 95%) of my SWR Fanfics are Zezra (Zeb X Ezra) since I'm a Yaoi Shipper And Zezra is my OTP (The second one is Trizra or Tristan X Ezra while my third is Jaizra or Jai X Ezra, my fourth is Kanezra or Kanan X Ezra, and my fifth is Zarezra or Zare X Ezra).

That's all you need to know. ENJOY!

Btw, a Disclaimer that I don't own Star Wars Rebels because if I did, Ezra and Zeb would be gay and Sabine would be lesbian. Lol!

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"Mama! Mama! Lookie!" a 3-year old Ezra Bridger cried out as he was playing with something in his crib.

"What is it, dear?" His mother Mira Bridger leaned in to see his son making a snowman. "Oh, how nice!"

"Thank you, Mama!" Ezra giggled, flicking his hand around to create a flurry. "There! Snowman not go bye-bye!"

"That's a great idea, honey," Mira patted her son's head gently. "Now the snowman won't melt, but it still feels too warm in our house, don't you think?"

"More snow?" Ezra's sparkling sapphire eyes lit up with hope.

Mira grinned and nodded. Ezra jumped to his feet and swayed his arms around, causing snow and cold wind to fly from the tips of his fingers. Soon, the whole house was full of snow piles.

"Let's play, Mama! Let's play!" Ezra leaped our of his crib and into a pile of snow. "Let's build Baby Snowman's Mama And Dada!"

"Alright then," Mira got her snow gloves, and the two set to work on the other snowmen.

By the time they were finished, Ezra's father Ephraim Bridger came home from work, exhausted. He had just gotten inside when a small gust of cold wind blew against him, which caused him to shiver.

"Brr!" He quickly shut the door to not let the wind out then he looked around and snickered. "I see my son has been pretty busy…"

"He's not the only one," he turned to see his wife approach him with two cups of hot chocolate in her gloves hands. "Ezra and I had just finished making snowmen. Would you like to see?"

"Of course!" Ephraim let out a laugh. "Let me put on my gloves and boots first then I'll join you. Where is my little boy, anyway?"

"Living room," Mira smiled and turned to return to their son. "See you there!"

Ephraim watched her leave then he grabbed a pair of snow gloves and placed it on. He then grabbed and put on his snow boots before stomping towards the living room, where he found Mira and Ezra laughing in front of two snow sculptures, one man and one woman, while drinking their hot chocolate.

"There's my little boy!" Ezra turned his head and gasped.

"Dada!" He placed the hot chocolate on the table and ran to embrace his father's legs. "Look! We made snow Mama and snow Dada for snow Baby!"

"Did you, now?" Ephraim gently took the boy in his arms and scooped him up. "I want to see the Snow Family,"

"There, Dada!" Ezra giggled, pointing to the snow sculptures.

Ephraim turned and smiled. The snowman looked almost like him while the snow-woman looked almost like Mira, and the baby snowman right between them looked almost like Ezra. It was like a live picture of their family… in snow!

"Aw, how lovely," Ephraim hugged his son close and kissed his forehead. "I love it,"

"I love it too," Mira went over to join the family hug. "And I love you. Both of you,"

Ezra giggled as he was squished between his parents. "I love you two, Mama! You and Dada!"

X

"Wheeee!" The now 5-year old Ezra twirled around in the living room as he skated through their now slippery and icy floor.

"I'm coming for you, Ezra!" Ephraim grinned, clumsily skating behind his son to catch him and holding his arms out to balance him. "Woah, woah!"

"Need a little help, dear?" Mira teased while she gracefully skated past her husband and went beside her son with a swift glide. "Or are you alright to learn on your own?"

"I'm… fine! Ha!" Ephraim attempted to stand up, but when he finally found his balance, the blade under his skates slipped, and he fell, landing on his bottom with a thud. "Ow…"

"Daddy, come on!" Ezra giggled as he skated around his father. "Come on! Come on!"

"Give your father a rest, Ezra," Mira gently told the young blunette, ruffling his hair with a grin. "Why don't you go and get the hot chocolates from the dining room while I help your father out?"

"Okay, Mommy!" Ezra then skated off to the kitchen.

Mira watched him leave happily, shaking her head at their son's enthusiasm before turning to help her spouse up on his feet.

"Thank you, dear," Ephraim sighed in relief. "I seriously don't know how you and Ezra do it. Skating seems like a breeze to both of you, especially him,"

"I taught him to skate on the first time he turned our floor into an ice skating rink, Ephraim," Mira shrugged. "And I've had experience with my sister before,"

"Ah, yes, your sister," Ephraim flinched at the memory. "You're SCARY older sister…"

"Oh, Ephraim," Mira giggled. "She was just overprotective of me since you were a—"

"Ephraim? Are you in there?" There was a knock at the door, followed by a familiar voice as the visit interrupted the Bridger's conversation. "Mira? Ezra? Is anyone inside?"

"MR. SUMAR!" Ezra sped to the door and opened it, revealing a human male with a white beard and mustache. "YAY! YOU'RE HERE!"

Sumar smiled down at the child, leaning over to pat his head. "Hello there, little Ezra. Say, where are your parents?"

"Right here, Sumar," Ephraim and Mira stepped forward as the door slid closed once their old friend had entered. "Is there something you wanted to tell us?"

"Yes, there is," Sumar gave a nod, his voice growing solemn. "But, Ephraim, Mira, it's something regarding… HIS special talent…"

Both parents froze, a grave silent suddenly falling over them. Ezra felt a tug of music, noticing the change of mood in the room and making him look over at his parents in confusion.

"Mommy? Daddy?" He tilted his head in sheer innocence and curiosity. "What's wrong?"

Mira looked down at him, her eyebrows furrowed in concern. He was too young to be involved in this, no matter if the subject IS about him. He couldn't listen to it. He couldn't know.

"Ezra, please go to your room and play while we adults discuss," she ordered him as gently as she could.

Ezra's expression twisted, but he knew not to question her. He merely nodded and skated off to his room, sliding the door closed.

Once the child was out of sight and out of earshot, Ephraim motioned Sumar to the living room. Once the three were seated on the couch, the pair motioned for their friend to continue.

"What is it about Ezra's Special Talent?" Mira asked, keeping her voice as low as possible.

"The Empire has been tracking down the source of the sudden blizzard from last week," Sumar explained. "They combined it with their tracking of the location of your Rebellious Transitions of the Voice Of Hope. They're getting closer to figuring out your home,"

"That's not good," Ephraim hissed, shaking his head. "How about Tseebo?"

"He hacked into the system, but he processed too much and is now running from the Empire," Sumar sighed. "It's a dangerous world out there. The Empire will be after your family once they find out your identities. They will USE Ezra as a WEAPON,"

"We can't let the Empire treat our son like a weapon!" Mira was about to burst into tears.

"And we won't ever let him be the Empire's weapon," Ephraim wrapped his arms around his wife. "I promise you, Mira. I will protect you and our son, no matter what,"

"But how are we suppose to get him undercover?" Mira questioned. "Stop him from using his powers?"

The two males were silent at that, quickly exchanging glances. The idea COULD work, but…

"No." Mira saw their expressions, causing her eyes to widen. "No, no, no! Ephraim, you can NOT be serious!"

"It's the only way, Mira," Ephraim tried to reason out. "If we keep letting him use his powers, the Empire's going to—"

"NO, NO, NO!" Mira stood up and stomped her foot. "I am NOT depriving him of something he loves, Ephraim! The Empire had taken away so much from him and us already! I'm not letting another be taken away!"

"Mira, please," Ephraim placed his hands on her shoulders, standing up to meet her eye level. "I don't want him to be hurt by the Empire and nor do you,"

"If he doesn't use his powers, he'll lose control over them," Mira argued. "His emotions affect his powers. If he becomes upset because of this then his powers will go crazy!"

"But If we let him use his powers, the Empire WILL be after him," Ephraim sighed, gently turning his wife, so she could him. "Mira, believe me, I don't want to deprive Ezra from his ability and talent, but if we don't, it might be the end of him,"

"Still, Ephraim," Mira growled. "We can't just tell him to stop. He LOVES his powers as much as we love him. He will be DEVASTATED when you tell him that he has to stop,"

"Mira, he NEEDS to stop using his powers." Ephraim snapped, having enough of the conversation as he had a scowl on his face. "He NEEDS to stop turning EVERYTHING to ice and snow, so the Empire can't track him! You can't keep defending him when this is for his own good! HE NEEDS TO STOP USING HIS POWERS AND THAT IS FINAL!"

CRASH!

The three grown-ups froze in place at the shattering of glass before turning to see Ezra at the hall's doorway. He looked at them with tears, terrified, betrayed and in horror as a broken mug was at his feet.

"…w-what…?" He began to sniffle his tears while his little hands trembled along with his quivering body. "D-Daddy…?"

Ephraim paled at his son's rejected-looking eyes. He didn't mean to hurt his son's feelings. He didn't even consider his son's reaction to the news.

Mira shot her husband a dirty look before nudging him hard on his arm. "TALK to HIM."

Ephraim gulped and gave a nod then he slowly approached the child. He knelt down to meet his son's eyes, carefully stretching out to stroke the young blunette's midnight blue hair.

"Ezra, please understand," he spoke as gently as he could. "Your powers… they're too dangerous… too great for the whole Outer Rim. The Empire is tracking us down because of our transmissions and your powers. We just… We need you to NOT use your powers, so that the Empire doesn't use you like a weapon,"

"I'm a… weapon?" Ezra's voice was soft, his tears eating up the volume of his words. "I… I thought I was your son…"

"You are, you are! Promise!" Ephraim tried to reason out. "But to others, there's a possibility that… you're a… weapon…"

This information, however, didn't soothe the boy. In fact, Ezra seemed to have panicked and cried harder. Below his feet, ice began to layer on top of the previous one, but this one was chillier than the previous one, knocking down the snowman they made earlier as the spine-chilling frost crept up to the walls and roofs.

This alarmed Ephraim gravely. He stepped forward to hold his son, but Ezra took a step back, the frost rushing to the kitchen and the hallway.

"Ezra, please," Ephraim hissed in irritation and fear. "don't make this a problem for us…"

"I'M A PROBLEM, NOW?!" Ezra clenched his fists, causing a tornado of cold wind to surround them. "WHAT AM I REALLY, DADDY?! AM I YOUR SON OR AM I WEAPON?! WHAT AM I, DADDY?! WHAT AM I???"

With every question, the wind blew stronger and stronger. Ephraim couldn't answer, in fear of making the situation worse.

And it did.

Ezra had enough and screamed, a shrill, annoyed and frustrated scream that let him absorbed the wind and shot it out at once in sharp icicles. Sumar ducked behind the couch while Mira went behind the coffee table. Ephraim, on the other hand, took out a blaster to shoot the icicles, but they came too quick, making him lose his aim and shoot carelessly.

"Ow!" Ephraim froze as he realized that he shot Ezra instead.

Thankfully, the blaster was set to stun, and it only knocked the child unconscious.

"EZRA!" Mira ran to her son's side, cradling him carefully but protectively.

She ran off, taking him to his room and leaving Ephraim in shock. He didn't mean to hurt his son. Kriff, he wouldn't even DREAM of letting anyone hurt him both physically and mentally. He was JUST defending himself. It… didn't go as planned…

"Ephraim?" He turned to see Sumar come out from behind the couch, trembling in obvious fear as he had a worried expression on his face. "Ezra's powers will only get stronger as he grows older. He needs to control it, conceal it from those who might hurt him. Let him know how to not reveal his powers to anyone. Keep him and his talents hidden from everyone,"

"But what if it hurts him?" Ephraim was unsure.

"I'm not sure if it will or will not, but you have to try," Sumar placed a hand on the other's shoulder. "Ephraim, I know you're worried about Ezra, but if he shows a behavior like this outside, the Empire will kidnap him! You know that!"

"And I sense that he is as force-sensitive as he is powerful in his powers of ice and snow," Ephraim gave a sigh. "You're right, Sumar. I must protect him from the Empire and himself. It is my duty as his father,"

X

For the past two days, Ezra was forbidden to go outside his house. Kriff, he was even forbidden to leave his own room. Only his parents and Sumar would come to visit him or give him something to eat.

Ezra didn't argue, finally seeing the danger in his own ability. He would stare outside his window to look at the view of the outside only to almost freeze the window itself. He began to fear himself, his hands always trembling as he tried his hardest to keep to himself.

By the third day, Ephraim came to him to give him something he never expected; thick, leather gloves.

"You must wear this at all times," he told the boy as he helped place the gloves on the child's hands. "It will help you not to use your powers. Remember, conceal it…"

"…don't feel it," Ezra nodded in understanding. "Don't let it show. I know, Daddy. I remember,"

Ephraim smiled before pulling his son into a warm embrace. 'This is the right thing to do. I know it is.'

X

At 7 years of age, Ezra was still locked inside his room. He was BORED out of his mind. He got sick of playing with his toys and was just laying on his bed, upside down to try to entertain himself.

Earlier that day, his parents had gone out to 'work', leaving him all alone in the house. He would leave his room to play if he could, but that was the point; he couldn't. His father had locked his door shut, meaning he couldn't open it to escape.

Or at least he couldn't do it the way NORMAL people do.

'No.' Ezra hissed, flipping to sit up straight on his bed as his thoughts argued with one another. 'I CAN'T leave my room. Who knows what will happen if I do.'

At his anxiety, his feet caused frost to appear on the lower part of his bed, spreading all the way to the floor. This caught his attention immediately, making him jump and hyperventilate.

"Oh no! Not again!" He backed up against the wall in panic.

Thankfully, he had his gloves on, so when he touched the wall, it didn't freeze up like the floor. He placed a hand on his chest as he closed his eyes and tried to calm himself down.

Suddenly, there was an explosion, knocking Ezra off his bed. He gasped with wide eyes as he slowly stood up.

"What was that…?" he ran to the door and pressed his ear against the cold metal surface. "Are those… footsteps…?"

Indeed, big, heavy footsteps were roaming around the house, along with someone shouting. Ezra felt an unpleasant chill run down his spine as he took a few steps back, his eyebrows furrowed in fright as his knees and legs trembled.

'Mommy…? Daddy…?'

The door was soon forced open, and Ezra's eyes widened to see a tall, grey skinned thin man with deadly golden irises in his black eyes as he stared down at him coldly and calmly.

"Hello, boy," the newcomer spoke deeply, making Ezra cringe at the unwelcome 'aura' around him as he took another step back. "I say, what is a child your age doing at home, alone? Should you not be at school? Or with your parents, perhaps?"

"I…" Ezra hid under his bed, his eyes showing off his fear. "L-Leave me alone! P-Please…"

"Yes, give in to your fear." the male evilly grinned as he advanced towards the boy with his hands behind his back. "Feel it coursing through your body. Embrace it."

Ezra felt confused, scared and panicky when something dark and spine-tingling hummed against his ears and his whole body, pressuring down on him and squishing him to the floor.

"S-Stop!" He begged as he slapped his hands on his ears, his whole body beginning to tremble while tears began to roll down his cheeks. "P-Please!"

At his panic, fear and confusion, ice slowly appeared from his feet and quickly covered the floor and wall with cold, fragile frost. The guy saw this and, his grin switched to a smirk.

"An element-wielder, hmm?" He stopped in his tracks. "How… interesting…"

The humming, however, kept on pressuring down so much that Ezra swore that it was going to deafen him. He shut his eyes, trying his HARDEST to stop the suffering when he heard his father's voice.

"GET AWAY FROM HIM!"

A VLOOM was hear after, followed by another before Ezra heard the clashing of what he thinks is two swords, but it had less clanking. He wanted to open his eyes to see the commotion, but he was too scared to even breathe. Soon, he felt two hands on his wrists, making him open his frightened eyes.

"It's alright, Ezra," It was his mother, soothing him with the softest tone she could muster at the given situation as she lifted him up in her arms. "Your father's taking care of that evil man. Trust me,"

Trust…

The clashing noise got louder and louder, despite it getting further and further away from them, yet it made Ezra's grip on his mother tighten. Mira noticed this and tightened her grip on him with one hand before taking out a blaster. She took a deep breath and ran, out of the room and through the Imperial-infested halls, blasting every trooper in her sight as she made her way out of the house and into the city.

"Get her!" a voice commanded, followed by metal footsteps of stormtroopers running towards them.

Mira held her trembling son closer as she ran. She made a turn to an alley way and went deeper and deeper until she was nearly outside the city. She spotted a speeder and placed her son on it, much to his confusion.

"M-Mommy…?" Ezra's voice of innocence broke her heart, but she knew that it wasn't safe for him anymore, so she had to make him leave.

"Go." She told him. "Go, and never look back. Please, Ezra,"

Ezra's eyes widened in horror. What was she thinking?! Why would he leave her at their desperate time of need?!

All of a sudden, the sound of troopers got louder and louder. Mira heard them coming and was soon pushing the speeder out of sight before running off in a different direction. Ezra wanted to shout her name, but he shut his mouth and hid himself as soon as he heard the Imperials.

"There she is!"

"Get him!"

The heavy metal footsteps stomped louder and louder then after a few minutes, the noise started to fade until there was no more. Ezra slowly peeked to find himself alone… all… alone…

"M-Mommy…? D-Daddy…?"

No response came. Nothing, but his echoes that came back as sad as it was spoken. Ezra felt himself tear up as he hugged himself, letting his emotions freeze the speeder he had little by little…