Standing in the door was none other than Gabrielle; frozen solid. Everything about her was frozen over (and that included her already frozen personality). Her entire, lean being was covered in about an inch of ice that was near unbreakable. Erabella knew that even if they did melt the ice; Gabrielle's heart was frozen over long ago. There were no gifts to support her death; nothing to apologize with, nothing to "help" them overcome the loss.

The living teen sighed softly in her mind; she knew this would've happened and they should've known too. They should've known King Frost would not take kindly to a rude, ignorant girl talking to him like he was below her and not a King at all; Erabella knew that was how she would've spoken as that is how she spoke to her. "My girl..." The woman sobbed into her hands and Erabella couldn't stop her heart from clinching at the true loss and grieving in the old woman's voice. The woman had been nothing but a rude, ignorant pig to her but she loved Gabrielle and Erabella never truly wished a loss of any child on anyone. You should never have to bury your own child. She swallowed thickly at the thought of one day that maybe she would shed the same tears of her own child and be forced to let them go so young; to say goodbye when they had barely lived.

Erabella remembered how she had found the old woman in tears before the daughter had arrived and by the amount of tears and her hoarse voice; it had been quite a long time before she had even walked out of the room.

When her Father stumbled back out once again from her room; Erabella pushed passed him and ran into her room to be alone with her thoughts and the chest of dresses she had been allowed to keep.

The old woman sat with her hand now soaked from her tears as she thought back on what had caused these tears to fall so rapidly.

After Erabella's return:

The old woman eyes were dazzled as the chests were opened and she beheld her step-daughter who stood tall, radiant and beautiful before her ever-aging eyes. The dress molded to her curves and the sun bounced off her as she smiled slightly.

When the slap was delivered, Erabella was thrown into her room - left there until later decision – and the old man had come out of her room; she demanded the old man that she never saw as someone to love, to take her own daughter Gabrielle to the exact same spot on the field that he had left Erabella.

After he left with Gabrielle; the woman began to sort through Erabella's gifts. Each chest was about half a meter tall, half a meter in length and about five inches in width: one held so many gold coins and large jewels. There were sapphires, rubies, emeralds, amethysts, ambers etc... They were already richer than most people by just this one chest! The other – which she had allowed Erabella to take into her room – had been full of so many rich dresses that wouldn't have fitted anyone but her; hence why the woman let her keep them.

Before Gabrielle leaves

When Erabella's father had thrown her into the room and slammed the door so he could deal with her later; the woman turned to him from the table with an impatient expression. "Old man, yoke the horses at once into the sledge, and take my daughter to the same field and leave her on the same spot exactly!"

They both were shocked when the window burst open with a sudden gust of wind and a small, blond male sprite* stood by the fire; smiling at them with mischief. "Erabella shall live to become a delight to the World; Gabrielle shall die this very day."

The woman shot up, "Hold your tongue, you foolish thing!" A sly look came over her face and she handed him a pancake on a plate with a smirk. "You can have this pancake if you say: 'Gabrielle shall have much silver and gold; Erabella will be frozen stiff and cold."

The sprite swiftly ate the pancake and danced away from them to be on top of the table. Twirling, he continued to say. "Erabella shall wear a crown upon her fair head; Gabrielle shall die unwooed and unwed."

The woman tried to strike the sprite many times; each time failing as he would dance out of her reach every time she thought her strike would land its target. Each time he moved out of the way, he would repeat: "Erabella shall wear a crown upon her fair head; Gabrielle shall die unwooed and unwed."

"Old man, yoke the horses at once into the sledge, and take my daughter to the same field and leave her on the same spot exactly!" The woman cried yet again and this time; the old man grabbed Gabrielle when she was dressed warmly and they left...

After Gabrielle has left

Three hours after the man returned and the sprite had left, the old hag turned to her husband with that impatient expression yet again. "Get out the horses, old man, to go and fetch her home; but see that you are careful not to upset the sledge and lose many chests my dear Gabrielle has surely gained from just her beauty alone." She looked outside and frowned. "It's dark now, get her home! I don't want her sleeping with this stranger!"

When he left, the sprite appeared yet again. "Your daughter is quite frozen and stiff, you shall soon see for yourself and she shall never own any chests full of gifts. Erabella shall have a mighty King as a husband and live a life of luxury and happiness."

"Don't tell such wicked lies!" The woman scolded loudly, throwing a knife at the sprite, who simply spun out of the way; chuckling lightly at her attempts. "I will make you a cake if you say 'Gabrielle shall marry a mighty King and Erabella shall die old and alone."

The sprite began to laugh loudly at her and tears of anger began to pool in the woman's eyes. She grabbed the knife and prepared to throw it once more when the sprite put a hand to his pointed ear, grinned at her and left in a tiny tornado of blue.

At that moment, the husband walked in with a look of loss; just as the Sun had left and left his beloved Moon in his place. "Where is my dear Gabrielle? My daughter who is worthy of gifts beyond measure?" She near-yelled at her elder husband. "Where is my daughter?"

"She must have been taken away, wife. All I found was this note." He handed her the note and the old woman read out loud.

"I shall return your daughter when the other is ready for me to take her away from you..." Tears ran down the woman's face as she read out loud the name at the bottom of the page. "King Frost." Her head snapped up to face the man. "You go in your daughter's room and you teach her the lesson she needs. My daughter is gone because of her! The little whore should've stayed with him!" A thought passed into her mind and she dropped the paper. "She ran away. Erabella took the chests and ran!"

When the man nodded, his expression was nothing but pure anger and he left to deal with the daughter he once loved more than anything. That is what money and riches does to those like them. It corrupts them and leaves them wanting more; to heighten their status.

She fell to her knees and began to cry loudly at the thought of her daughter under the evil King's hand for the whole of her life. It was ALL Erabella's fault!

The woman ran forward and threw her arms around her frozen daughter; crying loudly into her shoulder as Gabrielle began to become nothing but an ice sculpture: her skin, flesh, muscles and bones being replaced with pure ice.

A wind came in quietly through the still open window and swirled gently in the door way leading to Gabrielle's room on the right and Erabella's on the left**. Out of the wind stood the King himself as he glanced back over his shoulder at the pitiful woman crying over her disgustingly rude daughter. He turned back and faced the left door down the corridor before sighing and snapping his long, pale fingers: smiling to himself as he walked down the corridor and into the room of the woman who would be his Queen.

When he silently opened the door; he sucked in a silent breath. His Queen was standing on the other side of the bed in front of the window with the moon shining on her and it made her look like some form of spirit beauty who people would pray to. Her pale skin was glowing with the Moon's gracious love, her black hair still in the braid and the gems gleaming; making a massive contrast to her smooth skin and pristine white dress. As he was admiring her beauty, a frown covered his features when he noticed her hand was gently holding her left cheek and she was taking in shaky breaths. Taking in a deep breath on his own part, he urged himself to be calm and to let her tell him her pain.

Sending a gentle gust of wind toward her to tell her of his arrival, he watched as the dress swayed around her legs and she laughed gently. "I knew you'd come back for me..." Her voice was alight with happiness ad she turned slightly to reveal the right side of her face. She was simply glowing under the Moon's light and his presence. He awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck as a blush coated his cheeks***.

"Hello Erabella, have you seen your sister? She shamefully does look rather cold; I think she's coming down with something. The flu, perhaps?" He spoke with feigned concerned; clutching his staff in both hands, resting his head on the shaft gently and smiled at her. She laughed in response and nodded.

"I have indeed! She was dressed so appropriately for this type of weather. I shouldn't dare believe the weather is to blame for this..." She smiled at him with faux investigation. "Jack, you wouldn't happen to have anything to do with sudden change, would you?"

"Me? Why surely not, dear love! I wouldn't dare!" He placed a hand dramatically on his forehead and her smiled widened... Only to have her winced and hold her hand tighter to her left cheek. "Erabella, are you-"

"Help!" The old woman cried with desperation filling her voice from the room where the fire and dining table was featured. They both looked at each other with matching expressions of 'what could be the problem?' before they ran out and into the room where the woman was stationed. Erabella's expression had been completely original; she was generally worried about the old woman: so much that she forgot to place her hand back over her cheek to cover the bruising. Jack's expression was very different: his head was cocked to the left, he was leaning on his staff, his left eyebrow was raised and his lips were pursed slightly. It was the expression of "I knew this was going to happen. I'm honestly just going to stand here and show how little I care about what you're going through."

The woman's arms had ice surrounding them; holding them to the back of the neck that belonged to the daughter she loved and cared for so much. Hot tears were pouring down her withered and wrinkled cheeks as the ice slowly began to climb further up her arms; now reaching her elbows. "I wouldn't worry too much about pain." Jack began, his facial expression not changing. "It'll just travel down from your shoulders into little tiny ice trails that look like ferns until it reaches your heart. Then, your whole body will become solid ice in under a second. So, don't fret too much."

"O King, please save me!" The woman cried harder as the ice now near-reached her shoulders. "I do not deserve this fate. Save me great King! I beg of you!" The King of Winter simply rolled his eyes and let his face fall back into the previous "I knew this was going to happen. I'm honestly just going to stand here and show you how little I care about what you're going through" expression.

"You do deserve this fate." The sound of his Queen's voice drew his attention and he simply rolled his head to face her; his expression refused to change. His Queen was staring down at the woman before her, her face free of any emotion but punishment. Which meant completely blank with her grey eyes the colour of storms. "You treated everyone around you who was not blood like they were nothing but melted ice beneath your shoes and wet your feet. You subjected yourself to greed and gluttony when gold was placed before you. You hated everyone who wasn't your daughter and never subjected them to your love – if you are even capable of it." An icy fire flared in her eyes and Jack felt the ice around her heart harden once more: there was now no room for love about any of the people who raised her in this house. The ice was now slowly travelling down the woman's torso as she fought harder to break free of the vice grip the ice held on her: her silver hair now free from the loose, messy bun she always kept it in.

Jack's expression still hadn't changed as the ice stopped just above her heart.

"Now, you shall suffer the same fate as the one you loved so dearly." Erabella started once again. "You may now be together for eternity in the dark rooms of your own personal paradise." The ice struck her heart and one last scream ripped through the house before both mother and daughter were nothing but an unmeltable sculpture before the glowing fire.

Jack's expression finally changed as a small smile graced his features. He stood up straight and gently took Erabella's arm. "Erabella?"

"What a pathetic position to freeze in. They'll be like that for eternity..." At these words he nodded a few times and made an 'hmm' in agreement. They both walked until they were in front of the fire and sighed happily at the warmth provided.

He walked in front of her and pure anger shot across his face; making Erabella stumble back with a fear of nothing but fear. He composed himself and brushed cooling finger down her left cheek. "Who dares to bruise you, my Queen?" A fire appeared in his eyes that was similar to the fire she had not long ago, but seemed so much more dangerous and powerful. "I will punish them with severe means, dear Erabella." She looked down when he had called her 'Queen' as she always did before she gained the aura a Queen needed. Her back straightened and she looked him dead in the face.

"The very man you trusted in to protect me, my King." She walked closer to the taller man – feeling braver and more safe than she had ever done – and boldly placed her arms around his hips. She saw his jaw tighten and she smiled softly; gently taking his chin between her thumb and index finger, bringing his face down to look her in the eye once more. "He slapped me once when I had just entered the house on false accusation that I had slept with you on the night I stayed."

"Yes, I heard about that..." He spoke quietly as he placed an arm around her waist.

"He threw me into my room and left me there whilst he took Gabrielle to where he left me."

"Look how that turned out..." He joked with her and she gave a shallow laugh.

"When he returned to my room,

"He ruined the dress you gave me to travel home in: the first proper dress I was allowed to wear and have to my own." A tear ran down her face as she thought of the tattered dress that was now lying on her bed. "He then hit me again and called my things I would not dare repeat to your ears." Tears glazed over her eyes as she spoke her next words with a tremble she tried desperately to hide: not wanting to appear weak. His eyes softened and he gave her a small smile before placing a kiss on her forehead. Smiling weakly at him, her face fell into sadness yet again as she spoke once more. "I fell back onto my bed from the force and he jumped on top of me-" The arm around her waist tightened as the King guessed where this was heading. "He tried to pull up my skirt to take me for himself-"

She was interrupted when she heard the young King mutter a long sentence in a language she had never heard of; facing away from her and onto the floor to his right, continuing the long train of words. When he finished, he simply turned back to her and motioned for her continue as he let go off his staff and used gentle winds to give it the softest landing in the history of soft landings. He put his now free arm around her waist to meet the other; interlocking his fingers on her back. "So, I grabbed his belt and hit him around his face with it."

"That's my little Queen. Tell him who rules over who."

"Oh I did. I told him that if he was to raise violence against me again, then he shall never be graced by the Sun's light or the Moon's glow again." Erabella purposely left out the parts about her being his future wife and carrying his children. "I don't think he knows that raising violence includes harsh language." She shrugged gently and kissed the side of his mouth gently.

"Has he raised any violence against you since then?" Jack raised an eyebrow at her and received a shake of her head.

"No, he has not. But, I'm sure he will when-"

The Father – who had been collecting more fire wood - entered the room to see Erabella quite happily in the arms of the King who killed Gabrielle and now: his wife. He dropped the wood as took a few steps forward; a sudden, hard breeze from the direction of his daughter and his King stopped his movements when he got to close for Jacks' liking.

"Before you even talk to us, I suggest you choose your words very carefully." Erabella spoke with authority and Jack smiled smugly down at her before changing his expression back to his favourite when he faced the scum before him. His ever-famous "I'm just going to stand here and show you how little I care about you and what's going on" expression that seemed to be becoming very common.

"You don't command me, girl." The said scum replied and Jack pursed his lips quickly before letting his expression return. Erabella simply turned her head slightly diagonally; eyes only on him.

"I am to be a Queen: you are below me. I do command you." She shook her head slightly and Jack refrained a laugh. "I have been more merciful to you than I should be. I told you not to raise violence against me and since then, you have not."

"However-" Jack cut in, his face now deadly serious. "You have committed treasons against her and so that must be punished. Taking in her account on giving you a final warning: you can either become her servant or die at our wedding." A blush streaked across Erabella's face as the word 'wedding' was spoken, but she spoke no words. "Choose wisely."

A deep consideration came onto his features and the soft face of her true Father returned and he smiled thankfully. "I will be her servant, do whatever is needed of me and the Father she needs." He looked hopefully at the King. "And perhaps, be the one to give her away to you?"

Erabella smiled up at her soon-to-be husband. "Please Jack?"

"Alright." He couldn't stop the smile coming over his features: Erabella's happiness was absolutely contagious. "That'll be just fine." He brushed her cheeks gently and kissed her softly. He picked up his staff and took his love's hand. "I'll have someone come over and collect these later. Both of you pack what you need. You're coming to live in a Kingdom."

Jack and Erabella walked toward her room hand in hand. "Marriage?" Erabella started. "Don't I get a say in this?"

"You gave away that right when you kissed me." He simply replied with a cheeky smiled and she slapped his arm gently: both of them laughing as they walked down the corridor.

... Both of them missed the evil expression her Father now wore. His face twisted into an evil smile and small, dark eyes that twinkled with horrid intent. The fire flickered and cast dark shadows over his wrinkled face as he laughed quietly to himself.

Already planning the death of the couple.

*Originally it was the dog but I changed it. A winter sprite is more dramatic and frankly, more appropriate... At least in my opinion. Thoughts?

**Not many people back then were left handed and were often seen as outsiders. See where I'm going with this?

***Ahhhh, so we're finally seeing some more of the ROTG Jack. Gaow~

(Chapter 3)

AyameKitsune: This is awesome! More please!

My Response: Thus, more is delivered. Have no fear, a sequel is on the way if you want to read it. Love you!

Azorawing: I like Erabella standing up for herself, can't wait for more. Also sequel, I's say yes :) a sequel would be amazing.

My Response: I'm glad you really want a sequel because you are getting one. Very soon. (At the bottom under the Reviews in the bold writing. The details are there :D) Love you!

Derpyotaku: Ooo, she finally snapped. I wonder what's gonna happen. I wouldn't mind having a sequel, all depends on how the ending goes. Thanks for the new update! Can't wait for what's next!

My Response: She most definitely did snap and does this help your wonder? Was this a good ending for you? Sequel? I think so (for me anyway) :D Love you!

LilyTigerValley: This is a lovely story. I want to read mooooooore. I never expected I'd actually like something written like a fairy tale. I love dark stories, and I also love light and happy ones. This one is a wonderful merge between both, I love reading it. And definitely do a sequel. Just... don't abandon this story halfway.

Eagerly awaiting for more,
LilyAnna (yay i finaly created a new account, don't ask what was the previous one, I don't remember :D)

My Response: I'm so happy you like it so much! Thank you for the compliments: I try to always have a balance because I feel it works better. Sometimes I make them darker and sometimes I make them lighter. I will not abandon as this is the finishing chapter! I hope you enjoy the sequel just as much and the details are at the bottom in the bold writing after the Reviews. Love ya :D

SilverSamurai26: This is such a wonderful story! I am certain that by the time it is finished, it will be one of my all time favorites! (And I'm personally very picky with my favorites.) I hope to see a new chapter soon! :)

My Response: Is it one of your all time favourites? This is the new and last one of this FanFic. Have no fear, a sequel will follow to quench both our needs. Love you

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SilverSamurai26: I am EXREMELY happy right now. Ever since I found the story of Father Frost on Wikipedia I've been wanting to find a longer version of it to fully enjoy it.

You have gone beyond all expectations- yet it's exactly what I dreamed it would be! :D You are officially amazing.

(I attempted to make my own version of this story, but I personally think it came out WAY too cheesy and cliché. I much prefer your version to mine. ;D)

My Response: You. Are. So. Sweet! Thank you so much! I would actually LOVE to read yours! Love you!

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