Black Kitten Chara: Here is the first of the Kingdom chapters, which is the Kingdom of Diamonds and Francine's own personal chapter. I hope you enjoy these chapters and please review!

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Hollow Fields or American McGee's Alice!

It was cold around her, with ice and snow covering her body already as she laid in the ground. She was so cold that the snow began to burn her skin as she felt her nerves dying out and her breathing became heavier as the cold air made her lungs so tight that the cold air coming into her lungs made her body shiver on the inside. She felt her body go numb, but she forced herself to open her eyes. They were so frozen with ice that it took her a moment to get them open and she saw the bright sunlight, which hurted since it shone off the frost on her eyelashes. She forced herself to curl her frost-covered hands, just to know if she was alive.

Francine forced her hands to push her up. The snow on her fell down back on the ground as she forced herself to breath better. She made her shaking, thin legs get up as she grabbed on to a tree and balanced herself with cold hands. When she got a good grip on the tree branch, she looked around at her surroundings.

She was in a world filled with snow, ice, frost, and diamonds with every shade of blue, silver, and white coloring this world. She was in the middle of a forest where the entire ground was covered in snow, the sky was ice blue with a blazing white sun, and a frozen-over lake just a few inches from her feet. The trees were not normal ones, but they were completely made out of ice with sharp brances and leaves. Even the glass looked like it was made out of ice and the flowers, beautiful ones in fact, looked sharp and glassy in their ice-like state. The wind was sharp and dangerous with a gentle snowfall coming down around her. The lake, frozen over, looked like it had diamonds under the ice and it sparkled beautifully as the sun hit it.

Many miles from the forest, Francine could see a beautiful castle from where she stood thanks to a clearing in the trees. A long path led to the castle, which stood on a snowy mountain top, and many snow-covered trees surrounded both sides of the path. The castle was made out of beautiful, glassy ice with four tall towers on each corner, the roof was made out of white snow, and the towers had tilted glass windows made out of diamonds. The main building also had window, but they were bigger and made out of the same diamond-like material with snowflake designs on them. On top of the castle was a huge diamond structure made out of ice as two swirls came from the sides and came between the towers.

Francine's body was so cold, so rigid with frostbite that it was hard for her to even stand up still even with her holding a tree branch. She let go of the branch as she decided she wanted to go back to her world, or at least leave this world. But instead of feeling the soft ground on her back, she felt a pair of strong arms holding her up.

"Simon...?" She groaned as she looked up to see not Simon, but another boy. The boy held Francine as he sat her down on the ground, her back leaning on the tree, as he looked at her with concern eyes.

"Um, my name is not Simon. It is actually Art." The boy said as Francine got a good look at him. He was about seventeen, with snow white hair and huge ice blue eyes that went well with his pale skin. He was tall and skinny, with delicate fingers and elfish features. He wore grey pants, a long-sleeved mosh green shirt, and a sleeveless brown leather vest as he had no shows on his bare feet.

Francine felt the boy hug her, bringing warm to her cold little body. But the strange thing was that this boy, Art, felt as cold as she did yet she felt warmer then she had when she woke up. He let go as heat rise to her cheeks and her newfound heat made her nerves jump up as he touched her arms.

He looked at her for a moment before asking, "Who are you?"

"I'm Francine." The small girl said.

"That is a pretty name. And you are a very pretty girl." Art said, only making Francine's cheeks become hotter. "But you wear our clothes while your appearance is so... fiery."

Francine stood up from her spot so she can have an excuse to let the blood leave her cheeks, leaving Art confuse as she walked over to the lake. Thankfully, with the lake frozen over, Francine could see her new outfit that Art was talking about.

She wore an icy blue-colored strap-sleeved lace dress, with a bottom that fluttered, and the dress had straps of the sleeves that tied into a white bow around her neck. She wore a pair of sparkling white pants that end three inches above her ankles that looked rather tattered and worn at the bottom. She also had a bracelet with a snowflake charm on each wrist that had a string that connected to a silver ring on eahco f her fingers, and she had an anklet with a crescent moon charm on her right ankle. On her earlobes, she wore a snowflake earrings and the ears' cartilage had crescent moon earrings. Her hair was in an odango style with white pearl hair bands and on her feet were icy blue flats with ankle straps.

Francine was in shock by her icy-colored clothes, but she couldn't stare long as a girl around sixteen came crashing through the forest. She was tall and slender with an angular stature, a very slender waist, and angular facial features. She had deathly pale skin, and long and thick white hair that had uneven streaks pink, purple, and blue mixed into it. Her grey eyes had lilac eyeshadow with lengthy white eyebrows over them. Her high ponytail was held by a white band. She wore a light blue, stomach-baring low-cut top that has two straps on each shoulder with white fur covering the straps. She wore a white mini-skirt that had light blue fur on the hems with a silver leather belt around it. She had on pair of white leather, strappy kitten heels that had light blue crystals and a silver leather choker with a ice crystal at her throat. Her diamond-decorated wings are arched-shaped, lined with silver with a white background that had shifting purple, pink, and light blue swirls.

"Art, we need to leave now!" The girl snapped in a demanding tone.

"I'm sorry, Tinka. But I found this girl almost half-frozen in the ground. she could of died if I didn't help her!" Art said as the girl, Tinka, rolled her eyes.

Francine smiled as Tinka looked at her and began looking at the small girl up and down. Her pink-tinted lips curled into a mean fown as she snapped her long, pink nails at Art and pointed towards the castle.

"We need to leave! Gwyneira found our secret hiding spot and we need to book it out of here!" Tinka said in a rude tone, like Art was her dog instead of a friend.

"But Francine could help us."

"Who is Francine?"

Art pointed to the small girl as Tinka raised an eyebrow. He sighed and said, "Doesn't she look familiar?"

Tinka looked Francine up and down with interest, her eyes taking note of her every detail of her body. Finally, a small smile curled on Tinka's lips as she looked back at Art and said, "Could this be the lost princess, Aneria? I thought she died."

"She did, but the creator of Wonderland said that heroes who look like the lost heirs shall ocme to save us all. Maybe she can save us and the kingdom from Gwyneria." Art said in a soft tone, sounding like the snow that covered the land. "She could probably save the lost crystal of the Queen."

Francine listened to the conversation with interest. After a moment, she raised a hand as she caught Art's attention. Tinka turned and glared at the girl as Francine asked in a kind voice, "Can I ask who is Gwyneria?" Both of Art and Tinka's eyes became wide with shock as Tinka gave a small giggle.

Art still had his mouth opened but gulped and said, "Gwyneria is the witch that has been destorying our kingdom. You see, Aneria- the girl we mistook as our princess- died when Ruin came and attacked her when she went missing. She died without any wounds on her, but her mother was convicted of killing her daughter by Gwyneria. After the queen was excuted, Gwyneria began terrorizing our kingdom and hid the Snow Crystal, which belong to Aneria."

Francine's eyes went wide as she remembered Simon telling her something after they met the Elder Gnome; the Queen of Hearts' son had died under the same circumstances. She remembered Claude showing her the heart necklace but they never said anything about the Queen of Hearts being murdered by her own people.

"But Lucy... I think she believes that the queen here is still alive." Francine said to the two teens in front of her.

"I wouldn't be surprise. Our queen could have gone into hiding like the Queen of Hearts and just used a double during the beheading. But that wouldn't explain why the Queen's crystal is in Gwyneria's hands." Tinka said with a tone that told Francine that the fairy didn't trust her.

Art sighed and went over to Francine. He pointed to the castle and said, "Gwyneria lives in the castle now. Can you help us?"

Francine looked at the beautiful castle and thought about Lucy. She knew the redhead was in there, somewhere and looking for the Queen. She knew that there could be Ruin somewhere here and that she had to save Lucy from her own mind, even if she had to do without her friends beside her. She knew that this snow queen made to be taken down or else someone, whether her or Lucy, would die and maybe never see the real world again.

"Okay. I will help." Francine said in a soft voice.

~0~

It took a long time, but Francine with the two snow people reached the beginning of the pathway the led to the castle. Art was still smiling voer the fact that they had someone more pwoerful than themselves to kill Gwyneria, but Tinka still had a sour look on her face like she didn't want Francine's help at all.

The small girl touched the archway, which was made out of sharp pieces of ice. For some reason, her hand wasn't cut up by the sparkling edges of the ice as her eyes followed up to the castle. She gulped as she realized that she didn't have a weapon to fight with, with her Umbrella and Teapot Cannon missing for some reason.

And Tinka also seem to realize this. She snickered and said, "You are of no help if you don't have a weapon."Francine whipped her head back to glare at the snow fairy, but as she felt anger in the pit of her stomach, she felt something soft in her hands.

Francine looked to see a long, icy blue chain made out of ice-shaped links and sapphires set in each link. The ends of the chain was tip with a silver handle that had a small, double-edged and double-pointed scythe blade made out of glass attached. Three dark grooves appeared below each blade and each handle had a thin, white fuzzy strap wrapped around her hand.

Francine smiled as Tinka huffed and said sarcastically, "Well, lucky you."

But the small girl ignored the rude comment as she began walking up the path, with the two snow people following her as one was more reluctant than the other. The path was covered in a thin layer of snow, but Francine's thin-covered feet didn't feel cold at all. In fact, they felt burning hot to the point where Francine wanted to hold them tight.

The three continued up the path with the small girl leading them. She held her new whips tight, but she felt afraid. She wished she had her hot Teapot Cannon, hoping she could burn the ice around her with one shot. Or even her Umbrella, which would have kept the snow off of her.

And with Tinka complaining the whole way, Francine felt like she was on edge. Being on edge with anger was rare for the normally calm Francine, who kept a sunny smile on her face no matter what and brought sanity to her friends. At least Art was actually trying to help Francine instead of complaining like the snow fairy was doing.

But as they made their way up the curvy path, Francine saw something flicked at the corner of her eye. She stopped dead in the path, with Art and Tinka slamming into her back. The snow fairy growled as she snapped, "What the hell is wrong with you?! Don't you know how to walk?" Her eyes filled with anger as Francine breathed in and out, trying to keep her cool and not strangle Tinka.

She turned around and there, sitting on the edge of the path, was a wooden door that had flicking flames being the window and the name SNOWon the top. Francine walked over there and looked at the doorknob, seeing that it was the symbol of Mercury elegantly designed into the metal doorknob.

"Francine, what are you doing?" Art asked.

The small girl gulped for a second. She placed her hand on the doorknob, opening the door ever so slowly as she said "I am going to see Lucy's memory." Then she entered the door with the flames licking her skin before the door closed behind her.

[MEMORY DOOR]

Francine opened her eyes to see the Snow's home being burned to the ground. She was surrounded by people and for some reason, she felt like her old ten-year-old self. She looked around to see that beyond the crowd of people, she saw two men and Carmen surrounding an unconscious girl.

She blinked for a moment to see three firefighters, masks covering their faces to keep smoke out, carrying three bodies out. Two adults, burnt until their skin was blacken, were being placed into bags as the third body was being placed on the ground.

Francine covered her mouth as she saw two men covering over to the third body with a bag in their hands. The firefighter who carried the body out picked it back up. But as he did, Francine felt tears run down her face as she screamed loudly, causing everyone around her to stare at her with curious eyes.

Lucy's older sister, Phoebe, wasn't burned by the fire. In fact, the fire wouldn't have killed her because she was already dead. Her throat was slited so deep that her head was now hanging by a layer of skin, blood rushing down as parents covered the eyes of their children and other people screamed, but not as loud as Francine.

Because the reason why Francine yelled is because she heard Lucy crying in the background. Crying for her dead sister.

[MEMORY DOOR]

Francine felt like she was being jerked out of the Memory Door as she fell on her bum, back into the cold snow that she left. Tears ran down her eyes as her body tremble, but it wasn't because of the snow this time.

"I should have told Lucy. I was the only one who saw her sister like that, besides all of those people. But they wouldn't have told her, but I should have. Instead, I forced it in the back of my mind to forget it." Francine thought.

She curled her knees to her chin, placed her head on them as she felt guilt surge through her body. She thought she was at fault, thinking she added to Lucy's madness. "But what if I told her? She could have gone crazier." But all of a sudden, she felt a hand on her shoulder and she looked to see Art behind her.

He kneel down to her level and wiped tears away from her face with the sleeve of his shirt. He smiled and asked, "Are you okay?"

She couldn't speak, but she nodded her head lightly as she got up and walked back on the path. Tinka was still on the path where she originally stood at, with her arms crossed and a mean frown on her face. The small girl ingored Tinka as Art came back over to them and the three began walked again, this time slower.

Francine felt her body shaking still as she continued towards the castle. Tinka and Art followed her towards it. The snow fairy behind Francine huffed angrily and Art stood between the two girls, knowing something was wrong with Francine as she seem shaken up.

The three were now in front of the castle. Francine didn't know that the path was this short, as it seem longer than it did when she was at the beginning of it. She felt her entire body freeze up as she touched the door slightly.

But even the slightest touch caused the doors to swing open. Cold air blew all over the three, with both Tinka and Art didn't seem as bother as Francine as she held her arms close to her chest. The sharp gust of wind finally died down as the entire inside of the castle glowed as it was made with over millions and millions of diamonds, each carefully creating the walls and floor as the ceiling was made out of smooth, clear glass. Francine averted her eyes enough to see and walked inside.

And when she walked inside, she walked into a battle.

There, on each side of the huge main room, were two women. Lucy stood on the right sid eof the room, with her Vorpal Blades in her hands and a fireceness in her eyes. She wore her hair in a side braid with ice incrustations. She wore an off-the-shoulder, diamond-incrustationed dark blue dress that fell to her upper thighs. At the top of her dress is a white, transparent cape that fell to her ankles covered in icicles and snowflakes. On her arms were sleeves of sheer silver material that wrapped tightly around her arms with snowflakes designs. On her feet were white ballet slippers, with criss-crossing straps that went to her knees and her feet pointed like she was a ballerina.

On the left side of the room, was a six-feet-tall, strikingly beautiful woman staring down the redhead. The Amazion-like, proud-looking woman had unnaturally pale white skin that was smooth and flawless, cold and narrow blue eyes, and long pale blonde hair that was lush with black tips. She wore a tight-fitting, white silk Romanesque dress that fell to her feet and with two feet of white farbic pooling around her feet. Even though she couldn't see her feet, Francine could see a pair of glittering silver heels with ankle straps. On her shoulders, she wore of a white fur cloak with huge white, angel-like wings on her back and her on head was a crown made out of ice.

In the woman's left hand was a crystal-made wand. It had two ends, one at the bottom that had a short icicle-like crystal, and one at the top that had a longer one. It also had a silver and black coloured handle. The wand started off at the bottom with the short crystal, followed by a silver handle, then a black handle, followed again by another silver handle, and ending with the long crystal. There were also some engraved images on the wand, which looked similar to a vine of thorns, starting at the base of the short crystal (right where it connects to the silver handle), which then curves its way around the wand up to the base of the long crystal.

Francine felt fear overcome her as the woman looked at her and laughed. But the laughter was cold and hollow. Her pale lips curled into a smirk as her voice, which was cold with a firece sorrow covering it, said "So, this is my enemy. A small, little girl with only a snow lad helping her?"

"Only a snow lad...?" Francine said in confusion. But then, she heard a sharp CLICK! of a switchblade.

She turned to see Tinka holding Art by the neck, with a switchblade made out of ice at his throat. The snow fairy giggled madly as she said, "Miss Gwyneira, I brought them here. I brought them here for you to kill..."

But right when she finished, Art kicked her in the stomach as she dropped the switchblade. Lucy smiled as she looked at Gwyneira and yelled, "Looks like your lackie is useless!"

Francine and Art heard a sharp whistle from Lucy, catching their attention. She smirked at them as she yelled, "Francine, you deal with Miss Gwyneira! Artie boy, you deal with the snow gremlins and make sure Francine doens't get hit by ice shards! I will deal with that bitch of a fairy!"

Tinka looked up to see Lucy rushing towards her with such elegance movements, it almost seem like the redhead was part of the graceful winds in the castle. But before Tinka could react, Lucy twirled in the air and kicked the fairy in the face, causing Tinka to fly in the air and slam against the walls. Lucy rushed over to beat up Tinka some more as Francine and Art looked at Gwyneria.

The snow witch smiled as she blew a small stread of breath at the two. But instead of a small puff of wind, the breath became a strong gust of cold wind that was so harsh and cold that it burned Francine's skin. The small girl held her arms together as she saw the snow on the floor moving.

The snow became small gremlins and these monsters began biting at Francine's heels. But Art grabbed Francine by the wrist and said, "On the count of three, I will throw you." Francine nodded her head as Art began counting down. "One... Two... Three!" He flung her away from the gremlins as she flew towards Gwyneria.

She pulled out her chain sycthe and was ready to attack, but Gwyneria laughed as she took an elegant hand and slapped Francine like she was a fly.

The small girl felt the wind being knocked out of her lungs as she few to the other side of the room. She crashed into the wall, causing a huge hole as she felt rubble gathering around her and her entire body began to ache with instant pain. Her chest felt like it was burning, with the cold beginning to go through her skin and the pain that she felt in her body from that hit causing tears to roll her face.

She sniffed a little as she thought about how she knew that this fight wasn't going to be easy. "Since when have any of the fights in Wonderland been easy?" Francine asked herself.

She remembered something from a long time ago, when Lucy was still at Hollow Fields and she had just gotten her body back. She remembered Summer, her former friend, coming up to her and saying the rudest things about Francine's family, which were consider traitors to the mad science world as they gave infomation to first-world countries. She remembered Summer pushing her down, and as Lucy and Carmen tried to fight the lilac-haired bully with Claude holding them back, she remembered Simon kneeling down to her and checking her wounds. Then she heard him say, "You can't let people push you around, Francine. Sometimes, you have to fight back."

Then she had it. Somehow, she didn't know how it came into her mind, but she realized that maybe she didn't have to fight. She remembered how hollow and sad Gwyneria's voice sounded and she knew that the snow witch didn't chose to be evil. Maybe something caused her to run to the brink of insanity.

Francine stood up to see Gwyneria coming closer to her. The small girl saw Lucy fighting Tinka, with the redhead winning, and she saw Art trying to defend himself from the snow gremlins. Francine coughed some blood up as Gwyneria smiled down at the pigtail-haired girl, causing instant shivers to run down Francine's back as she looked up to meet the snow witch eye-to-eye.

But before Gwyneria said a word or attack, Francine asked in a small voice "Why?"

Gwyneria was caught off guard as Francine stummbled up and looked at the snow witch with sad eyes. The very tall woman stared at her and asked in a cold tone, "What did you just say?"

"I asked why. Why are you acting like this? You are not part of the Ruin that is destorying Wonderland. You can help, yet you decide to hurt people in this kingdom. Why?" Francine asked in a sadder tone as tears ran down her eyes.

Gwyneria was caught off guard by the softness of Francine's voice, the kindness and honesty behind it. She felt her entire being shook to its core as she said in a shaky tone, "You... You don't understand..."

"I can understand. I just want to know and help you." Francine said as she inched closer to the snow queen.

"Help me?" Gwyneria said as her voice began cracking.

"Yes. I know something is wrong with you. Someone as elegant as you, as beautiful as you can't just turn evil at a drop of a hat. I know that something must have drove you to this point and I just want to help you. I want to help you become good again because I can see that something has caused your heart to become cold." Francine said as she walked until she was in front of the snow witch.

Gwyneria felt her entire body shaking, as an unusualy feeling raced through it, as Francine wrapped her skinny arms around the woman's waist. The unusual feeling became stronger as some kind of watery substance raced down Gwyneria's eyes, falling down on her cheeks as her lower lip trembled uncontrollably.

Finally, the snow witch wrapped her arms around Francine and said, "I never had love like everyone else. I see love between people and I want it so bad. My sister... She was loved by everyone. Her daughter was loved by everyone. But I was forgotten and nobody loved me. Nobody respected me, honored me, or even cared for me. I became cold, so sad as I let my ice powers go out of control. When my sister and daughter died, I took the Snow Crystal." Gwyneria said as her voice cracked. Finally, she sobbed loudly as she hugged Francine tighter.

As the two hugged, the gremlins melted around Art's feet. Lucy and Tinka looked in shock, but the snow fairy, who was now was mad with anger, tried to get one more lethal attack on Lucy. It was the worst, and last, mistake for Tinka as Lucy caught on to the attack early and drilled a Vorpal Blade right in Tinka's throat as the other went into the snow fairy's stomach.

Lucy pulled the Blades out as Tinka's body fell to the ground. Art stared in shock, but he didn't question anything as he followed Lucy over to Gwyneria and Francine, who were still hugging one another.

Lucy smiled as Francine let go of Gwyneria, with her hands on the snow witch's shoulders. She smiled kindly as she said, "You can be loved, but you must show love and kindness back. Show that you, an elegant and refine queen, does have her flaws. Make the remaining residents of this land understand who you really are. Can you do that for me?"

Gwyneria nodded her head as she touched her fur coat. From under it, she pulled out a long thin piece of strong that had a diamond pendant that was made out of ice. She placed in gently in Francine's hand, where the small girl watched Art bow down, and said "You are a truly special girl. Not even the princess, my own niece, would show that kind of love towards people."

Francine smiled as Gwyneria and looked at Art. Her eyes followed up Lucy's body until she saw the redhead's smiling face. Lucy winked and gave a thumbs-up, right before darkness covered Francine's vision and she flet lightheaded.

~0~

Francine snapped her eyes open, finding herself back in the penthouse. Her hand let go of the Eyestaff, letting it drop to the floor as the orb colored fom its beautiful icy blue color into a dark, murky grey color with streaks of green in it. She caught her breath, shaking to the core as she saw that it was three o'clock and raining as hard as it could outside.

She got up, seeing that Lucy was laying on the couch, as a bedroom door opened. She saw Simon, in a grey t-shirt and plaid boxers with his hair sticking everywhere, as he yawned and blinked at the small girl. But after a second, he regain his senses and said "Francine?"

The pigtail-haired girl didn't say a word as the fear from being alone in an unknown kingdom, without even the Cheshire Cat to keep her company, and tears began to fall down her face. She ran over and hugged Simon tight around the waist as she forced the tears rolling down her face to stop and stop the blush on her cheeks to go away.

"Francine, what is going on?" Simon asked.

"What is going on? I should be asking you that!" Francine said in a surprised tone.

Simon rubbed the back of his head as he said, "Well we were waiting for you to wake up. But it started raining and we decided to sleep a little bit since we haven't slept in a long time. I woke up because I heard a crashing noise from in here." Simon pulled Francine off, kneel down to look at her face-to-face, and asked "Okay, now what happened?"

Francine began telling her story, from waking up in the snow to meeting the snow people to the Memory Door to the battle. She kept certain parts, like Art hugging her or she remembering Simon during a battle, because she felt too embarrassed to tell Simon.

The blonde listened carefully as he nodded his head. Finally, he looked Francine dead in the eyes and said "Okay, now where is this Snow Crystal?"

Francine bit her lower lip as she placed a hand in her pocket. She kept going through her pocktes in her pants and jacket unti lshe felt a diamond-shaped item in her jacket's inside pocket. She gently pulled out the Snow Crystal as both her and Simon stared at it with shock and amazment.

"Wow..." Francine said.

"Tell me about it." Simon said as he saw the Eyestaff rolling slowly on the floor. He walked towards the Eyestaff and Francine pouted like she was five again, not having Simon hold her shoulders anymore, as she crossed her arms over her chest.

After a moment, the room was still silent as she realized Simon would have said something by now. She turned to see him sitting on his knees, with the Eyestaff on his lap as he held it tightly. His face was covered in black swirly marks as Francine heard Lucy make a sound and move on the couch, like she was having a sudden change in her dream.

So, Francine did the only thing she could think of. She yelled on the top of her lungs, "Claude! Carmen!" as she ran into their rooms.