The training started almost the minute they got home. The next day over half the servants were let go, all the windows and doors had been locked shut and the gates had been closed. It was hard for lincoln, all of a sudden being torn away from his little brother and having to spend every waking moment-and even some sleeping moments-trying to learn how to control his powers.
One day, logan looked out his window and saw snow falling. An excited chuckle escaped his throat as he ran over to lincoln's door and knocked excitedly on it.
"lincoln? Do you wanna build a snowman?" he asked, before continuing on a rant when lincolm didn't answer. Having not remembered anything about his older brother's powers, he didn't realize why he wasn't getting an answer was because his brother was sitting up against his door, begging for logan not to figure out how cold it had to have been. "Do you wanna build a snowman? It doesn't have to be a snowman!"
"Go away, logan." lincoln worked hard to make his voice sound annoyed instead of as if he were on the verge of tears-which he was.
There was silence for a moment as logan lips quivered into a frown. "Okay, bye." he sighed, walking away.
"The gloves will help." lincoln's father murmured, sliding a pair of white gloves over his left hand before clasping it in both of hers. "See? Conceal it."
lincoln felt a smile grace his lips. "Don't feel it."
"Don't let it show." they finished together.
A now eleven-year-old logan laughed as he slid down the hallway, coming to a stop in front of his brother's door. It had been over six years since they last hung out together but he still hoped that lincoln would open up to him again. He knocked on the door, already thinking of things they could play.
"Do you wanna build a snowman?" he asked, even though the snow wasn't wet enough to do so. "Or ride our bikes around the halls?"
He waited for a moment and pouted when he didn't get an answer. "C'mon, lincoln! I think some company is overdue! I've started playing video games by myself!"
"you lose you!" the game said,
"aw danm it!" he said,
In lincoln's bedroom, he was busy having a freak out in front of his parents. His powers had recently exploded, freezing an entire corner of his room, which he was pacing in front of.
"I'm scared!" he cried, turning toward his parents. "It's getting stronger!"
"Getting upset only makes it worse." his father tried to calm him, moving closer as to put his hands on his shoulders. "Calm down."
"No!" lincoln shrieked, jumping back and shrieking away from her. "Don't touch me! Please! I don't wanna hurt you."
His parents sighed as his mother put a hand on the father's shoulder. They stared down at their son with sad expressions on their faces. They trully wanted to help him but at this point they were running out of ideas. They really didn't know what else to do.
A now fifteen-year-old logan slid down the hallway, once again coming to a stop in front of lincoln's door. He paused for a moment hesitating only briefly, before shaking his head and walking away. It had been ten years since lincoln and him last hung out and he had finally come to terms with the fact that maybe it was time to give up. If he didn't want to hang out with him now, then chances were he probably never would.
So he ran into his parents room and practically jumped on them, letting a semi-sad chuckle escaped his mouth as they all wrapped their arms around each other. "See you in two weeks." they were going to Ahtohallan To find the source of lincoln's magic.
The king and queen finished packing before heading downstairs where lincoln was waiting. He bowed deeply, before looking up at them through his bangs. "Do you have to go?" he pleaded.
"You'll be fine, lincoln." his father reassured him, just before they walked out the door.
Not even half a week later, logan and Lincoln got words that their parents were dead.
Lincoln didn't attend the funeral.
Afterwards, logan wearing his black suit walked down the hallway toward lincoln's room. There was something in the back of his brain that tried to rationalize that there was no way lincoln would ever open the door, but he couldn't help it. He needed lincoln, and a part of him knew that lincoln needed him. There was no way he could lock logan through this.
So he knocked weakly on the door. "lincoln?" no answer. "Please, I know you're in there." nothing. "People are asking where you've been." silence. "They say have courage and I'm trying to." not even the sound of breathing. "I'm right out here for you just let me in." he sighed as he still got no answer, leaning back up against the door. "We only have each other, it's just you and me. What are we gonna do?" he slid down so that he was sitting on the floor. "Do you wanna build a snowman?" he buried his face in his knees.
On the other side of the door, in his room that had completely frozen over, lincoln opied his brother's then he whispered "yes i want to build a snowman." then he starting to cry
