Today was the day everyone had waited for, the day of prince Fillipe's coronation. Fillipe was in his room, concentrating on his big reveal, all the people always thought he was perfect, loving and fair. Oh, how wrong they were, all he needed was that sceptor in hand and he'd finally have his revenge. On his mother, father, sibling, aunt, uncle, everyone. Just a few more hours.
Frantz was finally ready, he could finally feel free of the burden of being perfect, his brother would do it for him. No longer would he be a disappointment to his kingdom. It was time, coronation day had arrived.
Everyone later sat down for breakfast, chattering away about the current event.
" Are you nervous!" Asked a very giddy Ana, she was so happy for her nephew.
Fillipe put on a forced smile, " Nope, I'm ready for this auntie Ana." He replied innocently, on the inside however, he was cringing. Hans looked proudly towards his son.
" Well, I'm impressed, even I was afraid on my coronation." Hans commended. Fillipe smiled genuinely to that, feeling as if his father was proud of him.
" Thank you, Father." Fillipe replied happily. He stayed happy until, Frantz entered the room.
" Hey, Fillipe! Are you excited ab-ahhh!" Was Frantz's greeting, as he tripped over his chair, knocking down his breakfast as well. " Oops... sorry." He apologised simply.
" Are okay Frantz." Fillipe asked with feigned concern, knowing it would be suspicious otherwise. His brother knew nothing of it, only that Fillipe was helping him, like all good brothers do.
" Yeah, I'm fine. Thanks Fillipe." He said guiltily.
After breakfast, everything was bustling, food was being prepared, decorations were being hung and people were arriving. The coronation was in just an hour or two, and Frantz was thinking of how things would be after the day was through.
Even though Fillipe will be king, I'll still not be free, I can't mess up or I'll make him look bad, I can't use my powers or they'll be angry. What's the point? Frantz was thinking.
" Hey Frantz, what's wrong?" Asked Olaf, tugging at his sash. Sven trailing close behind him.
" I just don't belong here." Frantz stated. Olaf just blinked.
" Then leave." He said happily, making Frantz smile a bit, " It's not that easy Olaf." He chuckled. They stopped talking as the coronation bells rang.
" Oh no, it's starting. I'm going to be late!" Frantz panicked, running towards the church.
" Okay, see you later!" Said the small snowman, Sven just rolled his eyes.
The ceremony had already begun by the time Frantz was there, the minister had already started speaking when he barged through the doors, making everyone stare.
Frantz laughed nervously, weaving his way though the crowd of people, " Scuse me, Pardon, oh, sorry was that your foot? Ah my bad." Were what you could hear Frantz saying, as you couldn't see him in the crowd. He sighed once he reached his destination beside his father.
Hans leaned over slightly, " You're late." He pointed out through the side of his mouth.
" Sorry." Frantz cringed.
The ceremony resumed after the mishap, crowning Arendelle's new king. The reception was the real event however. People dancing and talking, eating and laughing, it was a party that was truly perfect.
Fillipe stood on top of the stairs, his new throne behind him. Everything is just right, exactly how I dreamed it would be. He thought.
Frantz was not exactly a party person though, his clumsy nature was prominent and he couldn't hold a conversation by any means. Eventually he sat near the food table, watching the party go on.
Someone walked up, obviously wanting something to eat.
" Oh, pardon me." Frantz said, making a move to leave but, as soon as he stood, he bumped the table hard. Making all the food fall with the table itself.
" I-I'm so sorry!" He tried to apologise but, everyone had had enough. They all started yelling and scolding him, telling him how dumb he was. That was the last straw. He was leaving, there was no place for him here.
Without a word he left, not even stopping as Olaf greeted him.
" Hey where are you going?" The snowman called, following him shortly afterwards.
Meanwhile in the ballroom...
Fillipe saw his brother leave, good, now no one would stop him.
" I have an announcement!" He called to his oblivious subjects. The guests turned to their new ruler, listening to what he had to say.
" Today, is my time. And in my time things will be different." Fillipe began, confusing the party-goers extremely. " Most of you will probably want to run, unless you're fire-resistant. hahahahaha!" Fillipe started laughing maniacally, scaring everyone in the room. He then set his own throne aflame with his now ungloved hand.
People were screaming, running from the castle as quickly as their legs could carry them. Fillipe only chuckled, " Oh, you think You'll be safe there?" He asked mockingly, burning everything in his wake as he walk to the balcony to watch his masterpiece unfold.
" My hands glow bright in this castle tonight, no I can't see anything. A kingdom will soon be ash and cinder, and I'll be their king. The flames are roaring like this furnace that's inside, why keep it in, why even try. Why let them in? Why let them see? Being a good guy isn't all it's cracked up to be. Don't conceal, just feel. Come on, let it show, and now they know." Fillipe sang with an evil smirk plastered on his face.
" Let em' burn, let em' burn. They're no longer my concern. Let em' burn, let em' burn. It's time to the wold it's my turn. I won't care how there going to scream! Let the fire rage on, flames never seemed to bother me." The fire prince continued, walking down the halls, burning everything in his path.
Whose the one with powers now mother? He thought vengefully.
Hans and Elsa were trying to get to there son, and try talking sense into him.
" Hans why is he doing this!?" Asked a frantic Kristoff, holding Ana protectively.
Hans looked sadly towards Elsa. " I don't know." He replied.
Back with Fillipe...
" It's funny how inferno, makes everything look right. And the fears that once controled me, set everything alight. It's time go see what I can do, to test my limits and breakthrough. No right, no wrong, cuz' I'm the king. I'm free!" The evil royal was singing.
" Let em' burn, let em' burn. See my fire across the sky. Let em' burn, let em' burn. Like a rocket I can fly. I won't care, how they're going to scream. Let fire rage on!" Fillipe was now in the tallest tower in the castle, where he could see all his hard work.
Hans, Elsa, Ana and Kristoff were almost where Fillipe was, just a little further.
" My power flows though the air and all around, my souls the engine that will burn this kingdom to the ground. And light sparks ignition of my vengeful wrath! I'm never going back, the futures all I have!"
" Son! You don't have to do this!" Elsa yelled as the group made it to the top.
" Oh mother, I already have." Fillipe told her, trapping them all in a fiery cage.
He walked to the balcony, overlooking the chaos, he spread his arms, setting the entire kingdom aflame.
" Let em' burn! Let em' burn. Raining down like the sun. Let em' burn, let em' burn. Your precious boy is gone. I won't care how they're going to scream. Let the fire rage on! Flames never seemed to bother me." And with that, the young king closed the door on both his family and his old life.