It was a peaceful morning in Arendelle, all was quiet in the castle, not a sound to be heard. That is until the youngest prince woke up.
" Woo-hoo, faster Sven!" Yelled the 16-year-old prince, Frantz.
Sven nickered, Tilting his head forwards to gain more speed. He was running where he was definitely not supposed to, in the castle. But neither of the two noticed as they were having too much fun. Frantz threw his head back, laughing at the tops of his lungs, not noticing a short snowman walking into the halls.
" Oh! Hey Fra-" was all the snowman could utter before he was hit by the large reindeer and was sent flying straight into a wall.
" OLAF! Oh, are you okay? I'm so sorry!" Frantz yelled in concern, running over to the now severed snowman, who was seemingly crying. But upon closer inspection, he realized that Olaf was laughing.
" Wow! That was fun, can we do it again, hey have you seen my butt?" Olaf asked, looking happy a the while, making Frantz sigh in relief.
" Don't scare me like that Olaf." The prince exclaimed.
Just then, an angry-looking servant came into the hall to see what a mess Frantz had made.
" Ugh, what is thing doing in here again, you're a mess your highness and you've broken yet another priceless vase. No wonder You're just a spare!" She said furiously.
Frantz was hurt, he turned and left the boiling servant to her muttering, looking down sadly at his hands, knowing the powers they possessed. Sven came up behind him, nuzzling under his arm to comfort him, Olaf also had a few words of comfort to share.
" Hey, it's not so bad being a spare!" Olaf said, making Frantz feel worse and Sven glare at him.
" Spare?" Frantz questioned, " am I really just the spare?"
" I'm not part town, not born to be king, just somebody hopelessly in-between." He started to sing, " he's the scholar, athlete, poet. I'm the screw-up, don't I know it." Frantz continued while looking at two photos, one of his brother and and the other of him, side-by-side on a desk.
" But then, who could ever compare? Of course they're going to think I'm just the spare." He sang, " Well, I won't care. So, I'm the extra button on the coat, in case another comes loose. But if I have to be a button, why can't I be a button that's of use, oops." Frantz said towards the end, as he knocked over a flower-pot on the window seal he was leaning on.
" I may lack style and I may lack grace and once a while I fall on my face, but this buttons deserves a place in the sky, this button wants to fly!"
He stopped, " Wait, buttons can't fly...that doesn't make any sense." Frantz said to himself, making Olaf and Sven look at each other to him and blink. But Frantz soon started again,
" So I'm the rusty horseshoe hanging up over someone's old barn. And I'll be hanging there forever, just wishing the horse had one leg more. And maybe I can't be the perfect one, and maybe I air at the side of fun, but horseshoes need a chance to run somewhere. This horseshoe is more than just the spare."
" Someday I'll find my thing, a thing that's all my own, that thing makes me part of something, not just all alone. And maybe these feelings I have in my heart, could mean something to someone, how I'd love to play that part!"
" So I'm just the second born brother, who most of the town ignores, like a button, like a horseshoe, like a boy whose bad at metaphors. And maybe I have a magic touch, no one likes that talent as such. Just this heart with much to much to share. So I'll never be the heir, but I'm more than just a spar-" Frantz was once again sidetracked by his clumsiness, falling into a desk and looking at a passing servant.
" Ugh... Sorry." He cringed. The servant rolled his eyes, leaving the prince to his mess.
" Sigh... I bet they wouldn't care if I was gone, they'd be better off without me." Frantz said sadly.
Meanwhile...
In a dark room, near the abandoned wing of the castle, lighted by a single candle, Fillipe was going over his plans for after his coronation.
" Hahaha, just a few more days and then I'll have my revenge!" Fillipe chuckled to himself, blowing out the candle illuminating the room.