And as Dani's power continues, so does our story. Thank you all for the replies, it's good to know that people are enjoying the story, and the twist on Dani's powers. Hope you enjoy the next tale.

The Toad Prince

Wanda was the only daughter of her father, the king, and the youngest child as well. Her position in the family had made her rather spoilt child.

As was often her pastime on warm summer days she went down into the fields near her father's castle and began to use her powers to play with objects. She spotted a golden ball that had been a gift to her in her childhood and quickly zapped it. She laughed gleefully as it bounced off of trees and woodland creatures.

Suddenly she tripped, losing control of both the ball and her powers. The ball quickly fell from the sky and into an old well.

"Damn it," she grumbled, rather furious with herself for losing control like that. "I was playing with that!"

As she was about to hit the well in her fit of rage a rather large frog was sitting on the side of the well, her ball on top of it's head.

"Here is your ball highness," it croaked. With a quick move it jerked it's head and the ball flew towards her.

The gold ball landed at her feet. It was wet and covered with some froggy slime. "Eww." She touched it lightly with her toe to move it away from her. "I do not want it."

The creature seemed unfazed and made sure the ball landed at her feet. He seemed to be smiling in it's on weird little way. It seemed to have a look that her brother often did when he knew he was going to get his own way. It was a look Wanda despised.

"I have helped you in need sugarlips," it said hopping down from the edge of the well and heading towards her. "Now it's your turn."

She curled her lip a the ball and wondered how dirty her shoes would become if she were to kick the ball and hit the frog back into the well. "What is it you want from me?" she asked

"Simple schnookums. You take me home, allow me to eat with you, sleep in your bed, and all shall be well." He still appeared to be grinning.

How dare this ugly, wretched little creature demand such things of her? Did he know not who she was? "Why would I do that?" she asked him, well prepared to hex it at a moment's notice.

"For I am a prince turned into a frog and have been trapped within this well. Only you can save me," it said dramatically. Somehow the frog had managed to lift one of its legs onto it's head as if he really was posing dramatically.

She turned away from it, not wanting to have to deal with this. "I will not help you."

"It's too late. I have helped you, your turn to help me, yo."

"I never asked for it," she growled, turning around, ready to throttle it.

It seemed to get happier because of that. "Too late. Pick me up and carry me home," it ordered.

She found herself oddly walking towards the thing. It smelled gross and appeared to be slimy. When she touched the frog finally her suspicions were confirmed, definitely slimy and gross.

She held it up so that her eyes were even with his. "I will see to it that Cook makes you into a scrumptious meal for me," she said with a grand certainty.

"That would be unwise cuddlebumps," the frog said, while making a small clucking noise.

"The fact that I'm even taking you home is disgusting."

So Wanda walked back to the castle holding the frog by its toes. He chattered endlessly and it was all Wanda could do to keep herself from killing the grotesque creature. But she supposed there was some truth to the thing's story. Frogs didn't just talk.

So she returned to her home and entered with a bang. Her father looked up at her with questioning eyes and she tossed the pitiful creature at his feet.

"This was frog within the well," she said shortly at her father's questioning look. "He insisted I take him home with me. Do something with him."

Wanda turned on her heel and stormed out of the room. She would not be chained to that blasted animal for the rest of her life. It was a disgusting, foul little thing that she never wanted to see again.

There was a rush of sound and all of a sudden her brother was standing before her. The customary smirk plastered on his face. "Heard you brought home a frog. Didn't know you liked that sort of thing."

"Out of my Way."

"What?" he asked with a shrug although his eyes were still sparkling. "Kinky works you know," he quipped finally before racing away.

"Argh!"

She through a hex at him and felt rather proud when it caught up with him and sent him into a wall. At least she could get justice for herself when it was needed. Out of the corner of her eye she saw that her father had the disgusting creature being carried by one of the pages

Upon reaching her room, she collapsed on her bed and wished she had never gone down by the well that day. What had possessed her?

She heard her brother rush past her door and could hear him throwing things at high speeds at all of the doors. Somewhere in the distance her father's loud voice and the sound of twisting metal came to her. And she remembered exactly why she had quitted the castle.

Must her entire life be hell?

She lay in her bed and contemplated ways to dispose of the creature who had insisted that she drag it home. Hand it off to cook after a week, poison it, send some of the castle's animals after it. Maybe find a way to exile her brother along with it. Maybe just get assassins to kill them both. Her lips curled up as she could see the blood and mayhem. And then she would be left in peace to take care of things. Be her own mistress without the annoying boys that seemed to plague her life now. Maybe someone attractive and normal would come for her.

A low knock interrupted her revelry. "Dinner, milady."

Wanda lifted herself off of the bed and shot the maid that stood in her doorway with a death glare. "Do not forget the bed warmer tonight. I would hate to see you thrown out into the cold for your lack of intelligence."

Wanda descended the stairs and entered the hall where her family always consumed their meals. The second she entered the frog was at her feet again. The urge to move her foot and step on him was welling up within her.

"Pick me up and carry me to the table yo," the thing dared to order her. She felt her foot lifting off of the ground. "I'm going to share off of your plate."

The idea was horrifying. To bring this disgusting little creature up on the table and let it touch her plate. She began to walk towards the table. "I don't think so."

Wanda found her way instantly impeded by her father standing before her. The look he was giving her was one of sternness and pity and it made anger well up within her. "I am sorry Wanda, but the magic surrounding this creature is binding. He helped you, you must reciprocate."

"Father, I am warning you—"

"It is too late Wanda. It is already done."

She knew he was being serious. She let a growl out of her throat and began to stalk back towards the frog. "I am not going to be nice about any of this."

Wanda scooped him up without a hint of gentleness. The motion was met with a "Yeeahhhhhhhhh!"

She threw him roughly down on the table and sat down with a scowl. Picking up her fork she began to eat, starting at the edge of the plate farthest away from the frog she was forced to share with.

Once the meal was finished Wanda made set to bolt, but that annoying froggy voice followed her. "You forgot me babycakes."

"Trust me," she said haughtily, razing up to be every inch the princess. "I forgot nothing."

All she received in turn was a watery green look from the frog and a stern look from her father. "Wanda," his voice boomed across the room. It was that tone that reminded her that her father would have no one disobey.

Unwilling to look as shamed as she felt, Wanda spun and kept her head held high. "Someone will pay for this," she ground out through her clenched teeth as she approached the table.

"Yeah," her brother said with a laugh, "you."

A tongue whipped out of the frog's mouth and hit her brother square in the head. A hint of a smile crossed Wanda's mouth in knowing that she was not alone in the torture handed out by the frog. "Leave my precious alone." The frog once again turned back to her, and she wished that he could have tortured her brother a bit more. "Now carry me up to your room so we can go to bed."

The idea of sharing a bed with the frog was insane. "Are you out of your mind?" she practically hollered at it. Her white linens were soft and perfection, and the idea of letting that frog get them all slimy and dirty because he thought she owed him something was another thing entirely.

"Wanda."

"Fine."

Once again she picked him up by a toe and started her way up to her bedroom. Her brother's snickers could be heard as she started to ascend the staircase and she was very tempted to hurl the frog at him and see how he'd react to having to deal with a slimy, green, wart covered creature making him its slave. Maybe she'd have to see about turning a princess into a frog and latching it on to her brother.

She deposited him on the bricks by the fireplace. Maybe if she was lucky and the frog was really stupid he'd hop into the flames and die.

Her lips curved into a smile as she disappeared behind her privacy screen and quickly changed into her long nightshift. Wanda checked the floor quickly to see if the stupid creature had hopped back behind the screen to get a closer peek. Thankfully he had some sense of morals.

She walked to her bed where the edge of the covers where she normally got in was already turned down. One of her ladies in waiting returned to remove the bed warmer from the sheets and Wanda moved to get in.

"What are you doing sweetums?" a voice that had become all too familiar over the past day came to her.

She looked down and saw the frog was hopping towards her. "Going to bed," she snarled and went to jump in.

She was stopped again by his voice. "But first you must lift me up and place me by your pillow so I may sleep with you."

"Argh!"

She was so angry she didn't even think to use her powers but instead picked him up and threw him across the room. He hit the wall with a large thud but in that happening there was a change. He was no longer a frog but instead a young man.

All hopes that he would be attractive were killed when he hopped to his feet. Scraggily green hair framed his sickly looking skin. His teeth were yellow and his eyes a blah pea green.

He was not really a frog, he was a boy. But he was ugly. "I thought you said you were a prince?" Wanda asked incredulously.

The boy/creature started moving towards her, his movement still jerky as if he were hopping slightly. "I am sweetums," he told her with a big grin on her face. "A Toad Prince. I was turned into a tiny frog by a wicked witch just as I told you."

"Argh!"

His hands flew up to cover his face but he did not seem to be overly concerned of her harming him to any great extent. "Don't hurt me cuddlebumbs, we're set to return to my palace in the morning."

She dropped her hands a bit shaken by his words. Leaving her room, and her home, which while filled with annoying people was hers. "Your palace? Please don't tell me it's submerged in water."

He quickly hopped over to her, shaking his head vehemently. "No, no. It's a perfectly nice castle. I'll make you quite happy shnookums," he told her as he latched him arms around her. "I promise."

She was about to shove him off when the meaning of the conversation penetrated her brain. "Wait, why am I going with you?"

The Toad Prince pulled back and looked up at her with loving eyes. "Because your father decreed us married should I turn back to myself." He blinked up at her, the picture of innocence with his watery, yellow/green eyes. "Did you forget?"

"FATHER!"