I hope you guys like this surprise twist in the story!]


The first thing he was conscious of...was that it was cold. He never knew what the cold was like before, but now, he did; it was a sharp, biting, tingling, almost prickling sensation that washed all over him. And that was all he could feel, from the tips of his ears to the ends of his toes and fingers. He could only feel...cold.

The next thing he noticed was that it was dark. All around him...it was pitch black. It wasn't just shadow, everything was just...black and dark. Like someone snuffed out the sun. He couldn't see anything just...darknesss.

Then he realized he was alone. There was literally nothing. No wall he could see, no furniture, no door nor window and there was no one. He couldn't see nor could he hear...anything. No footsteps or faint voices, not even a whisper of wind or his own breath. There was just...nothing.

He was cold and he was alone in the dark. And he realized...he was scared.

He wanted his aunts to suddenly cut through the nothingness and wake him up from this strange...nightmare? Vision? He wasn't quite sure what to make of this. He wanted his uncle, his Pretty Bird, to suddenly squawk in his ear to let him know he wasn't alone. He...he wanted his Godmother.

Then, suddenly, a sharp chuckle cut through the silence like a knife, "You sure you want them around?"

He leapt in surprise and suddenly found himself able to turn around. His voice was then caught in his throat.

It...it was like he was staring into a mirror.

He was staring...at his own face, yet...it wasn't him. That was his angular face and sharp, silver eyes, but it wasn't him. This boy's hair was long strands of jet-raven hair that glowed ominously beneath the otherworldly, dark blue light that radiated off him, and was pulled back into a ponytail. In place of his favorite tunic was a dark blue dress shirt with a high collar under a lighter vest and his trousers were black like his hair.

This boy was grinning widely with a sort of smug-knowing, arms crossed triumphantly across his chest, a thick air of mystery around as the light flickered like fire. He wasn't sure what he was seeing.

Who...? Was the only thing that was able to cross his mind.

The boy tilted his head a little, speaking again, "Isn't it obvious?" The mirror image raised a hand and pressed it against its chest, "I," Using the same hand, it motioned to him, adding as it grin seemed to grow wider, "Am you."

He blinked in shock, unable to believe what he was seeing. Was this really some otherworldly version of himself or some kind of trick? He couldn't see for sure. All he knew was that he wanted...

"You sure that's what you want, though?" Its voice resounded all around as the light darkened, "I thought you were mad at them for keeping secrets from you."

He then heard his Aunt Ruffnut's voice in his ears, "We're sorry, but...you're parents aren't coming back..."

His chest stung at the false revelation he was told when they finally deemed him old enough to understand why he was with three aunts instead of parents like other kids. It added to the burning anger he remembered feeling, burning like a fire. A warm fire.

He then heard his Aunt Anna's voice, "We're sorry, we've had to keep this from you."

Keep from him. It made his chest hurt at the reminder his whole life, from literally day one, had been one deceit after another.

Then it was Aunt Astrid, "It was for your own good."

His own good. Didn't he have the right to decided what was good for him?

The boy before him smirked, "See? I thought you hated them."

Hated? He blinked. He didn't hate his aunts. They were just doing what they thought was best for him and weren't they acting under orders?

"Oh, right," The boy mockingly seemed sad at a revelation, "You don't hate them," Its grin returned, "You hate...her."

Instantly, his Godmother's voice began to ring out around him:

"There is an evil in this word.""They were strong.""And they never fought it, not even once.""There is an evil in this world."

He wanted to cover his ears and block out her voice. Stop was the only word that repeated itself over and over in his mind.

"Why stop?" The mirror image asked him, "I thought you hated her. She's the reason we grew up without parents, without knowing why we had to be kept hidden from the world, why we freeze everything that we touch."

It wasn't yelling or shouting and he kind of wished that it was, if anything to drown out her voice. He didn't want to hate her, but all those lies that had been told for all these years, it stung. It hurt. It really hurt.

"Oh, look," The image suddenly drawled, turning its head upwards, "Speak of the she-devil and she'll appear."

He found himself looking in the same direction, his neck screaming and pinching in protest and he blinked. There she was, standing over him and...was she...crying?

Her eyes were a puffy and rimmed with red. There was just so much...sorrow in those once calm, collected and beautiful blue eyes. But why would she cry for him? Didn't she finally get what she wanted?

"I won't even try...to ask for your forgiveness..."

Once again he blinked. Her? Ash him for forgiveness? Why would she? She got what she wanted didn't she? Why bother-?

"Because what I've done to you...someone so sweet and caring...who did nothing wrong...is unforgivable."

Well, at least she acknowledged the fact what she done was reprehensible. Wait, sweet and caring. Shouldn't she be calling him the spawn of the man who robbed her of a priceless gift? Shouldn't she be mocking him? Berating him? Honestly, any of that would be better that watching her broken and defeat expression look ready to cry once more. It only added to the pain that tore at his chest like a knife.

He felt something then. Something...warm. It was a sudden bump against his chest from the inside. A heartbeat, perhaps? It gave another fierce beat and the rest of him felt...agonizingly painful as she gave a soft sob.

"I was just...so lost...in my pain, my anger...so swept up in my revenge..."

He never wanted to hug someone as badly as he did right now. He couldn't bring himself to care of how much the pain learning about the truth about her and what she had done had caused him. He just...

"Why?" His mirror image asked arching an eyebrow, "I thought you hated her for causing all your problems."

"Dear Tuffnut...you stole...what was left of my heart when I thought there was nothing left to take...and I can't even hate you for it."

There went another of those strange bumps in his chest. Then he felt something...warm...running down his face.

"And now...you're gone forever..."

No, no he wasn't gone. She was looking right at him. He wanted to scream, cry, shout, anything, but his mouth refused to budge. He wanted nothing more than to hug her and apologize over and over for running off like he had instead of being an adult and hearing her out.

"So..." The mirror image said with a rather blank expression, "Can you really forgive her? After causing you to grow up without parents? With powers you had to go to her in order to control?"

"I swear to you...that nothing will ever harm you, so long as I live..."

He knew the answer to that question. Just as he knew why he had to wake up. Why he needed to see her smile. To see her eyes bright with happiness again.

"And there won't be a day...when I won't miss your smile..."

Those bumps in his chest slowly picked up in speed as a sudden warmth spreed through him. A radiant white light flooding everything...

Slowly, almost painfully, a pair of molten silver eyes creaked open, squinting a little from the fire light flooding his senses. His body...it didn't feel painful anymore. A little stiff maybe, but not cold or mind-numbing.

When his eyes adjusted, he caught the white dress as he took the fact she was starting to walk away from him. His fairy godmother was walking away from him, thinking her curse would last forever. No, He heard his mirror image whisper in his mind, Not fairy godmother anymore.

He couldn't help the tiny smile that fell on his face as he whispered out with all his heart, "Hello, mother..."

There, he finally said it and he couldn't be more happier.

She couldn't have turned around any quicker, eyes full of both shock and hope, before welling up in relieved-happiness as a teary smile pulled at her lips as she replied, voice just as soft, "Hello, lite snodyr."

A small chuckle escaped his throat when she hurried to his side and pulled him into a tight hug, as if afraid he'd fall back asleep again if she let of, making him smile softly as he returned it with as much love and care. "I'm sorry...I'm so, so sorry..." She whispered through her near silent sobs into his hair. He gently combed his fingers through her hair like she would for him whenever he got particularly upset, whispering back with all his sincerity, "I know..."

His ears twitched as he caught his uncle saying something out of his line of sight, but couldn't make out exactly what the older male was saying. Turning his head a little, he caught sight of his uncle, who was currently smiling widely with overly clear relief and happiness, wiping at his eyes. He winced a little, realizing how many people he probably scared, but tried to move past it.

Opening up an arm toward the older blonde, he gave a rueful grin as he spoke loud enough to be heard by him, "Get over here, Pretty Bird."

His uncle didn't hesitate in rushing across the room and throwing his arms around both of them, holding them tight and close.

Tuffnut couldn't help but smile more as he relaxed into the two of them; he was finally home.


Surprise! I hope you like my surprise twist!

I just couldn't help it, I just had to try my hand at a sort of insight of how Aurora might've been during the curse from her point of view. Well, at least, my idea of how it was anyway. I hope you guys like it, I just had to give it a try, so try and be nice, well, clearly you don't have too, but you get my idea.

Anyways, I'd like to quickly announce that I'll be closing the poll of my next Frozen/HTTYD crossover once I post the chapter after this one, which, if things go how I want them to, should be up some time next week or during the following weekend, so those who haven't voted yet, best do it now.

And on that note, here are the current results:

The Cinderella Movie is up to 4 votes.

Jack the Giant Slayer has 2 votes.

Hansel and Gretel Witch Hunters are still holding third with only one vote.

And Inside Out still has nothing.

Its a fair guess that I might be doing Cinderella(or fella) next, but there's still plenty of time for more votes, so who knows?

Anyways, on to my faithful and beautiful viewers:

First off, to Sammael29: I'm so glad you liked the chapter. Of course it was going to be Elsa breaking her own curse, cause, not only is it good irony, it sticks as close to the Maleficent movie as I want it to be. I hope you like this one, be honest with me and I hope you'll keep giving reviews when I start my next crossover.

And to, um, do you mind if I call you MuseSwan? Cause every time I use your actual author name it just disappears: I'm so glad you love this chapter and Hicca, its one of my favs and I was honestly concerned with shortness, just like am with this one. I hope you like this one too. Yeah and I agree, Hans does need a life, can you guess who I'm going to make him in my Cinderella(or fella) fic if I'm doing it next? I'm glad you like my take into writing the story, I'm just weak to detailing. Let me know what you think!

Till next time my lovelies!