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Vanya/Vasilisa- Fem Russia

Theodosius- Byzantine Empire (First emperor of that empire)

Svetlana- Kievan Rus

Sergey - General Winter

Once upon a time, there was a poor man and his wife. Theodosius and Svetlana had long desired a child and the old medicine man that lived in the same village as them agreed to help them for a price.

"I do not work for free."

"We'll give you anything! Please!"

"I will collect the payment when your child is born." He gave them some herbs to mix in their food and sent them on their way.

Unfortunately, the wizard Sergey killed the medicine man and by laws of magic, he now held the contract that the two soon to be parents had with the medicine man. With the price of the child unknown, that meant that Sergey could take anything as payment; even the child they had so desired.

It was not long before the two became the proud parents of a little girl named Vasilisa. She was the light of their lives and was a beautiful little baby. She had her mother's white hair and violet eyes while she had her father's smile.

The family was so happy.

And then there was a knock on the door.

"Hello?" Theodosius answered questioningly at the unknown man at his door.

"Hello Theodosius. I have come for the payment of the child."

Both the man and his wife froze at the mention of the payment.

"I have nothing of value that would come even close to the amount my daughter is worth. And my contract was with the medicine man that died. Not with you."

"True, but when a dealer of magic is killed by someone else of magic, their last contract goes over to the person who killed them. Yours was the last one and you did not agree on the payment. You also said that you own nothing of value that equals your child so that answers the question of payment."

"W-what are you going to take?" Svetlana held her daughter close.

"Your daughter will do quite nicely."

Theodosius tried to block him but he was thrown across the room and knocked out.

Svetlana cried as she held her daughter tightly in her arms as the frightening man made his way across the room.

"Give me the baby."

Svetlana felt as if she wad being controlled as her arms betrayed her and gave up her baby.

"Good girl. Now tell me the name."

"Vasilisa." She tried to stay silent but the name was forced out.

"I leave you to your thoughts. Thank you for my daughter." The man left the house and Svetlana wept as she tried to run after him but was forced to stay put.

"Vasilisa. It means queen though your parents mean well, you will never be queen. I think Vanya suits you nicely."

The baby shivered in his arms but she did not make a sound.

"I'm going to take you far away where no one will be able to take you away from me."

And that is what he did.

For nineteen years that is what happened. Moving from place to place in the North until when Vanya grew up into a rather pretty fourteen year old. Then Sergey began to get paranoid that a man would want his daughter and take her away from him and that could never happen. Vanya was his and his alone. She was no one else's but his.

So he became more and more paranoid until he created a magnificent tower in the deepest part of the Woods. Sergey ignored Vanya's tears and pleas as he locked her away in a tower that only he had access to and she could never escape.

Over the years in isolation, Vanya's silver hair grew to be quite long and instead of magic, Sergey used her hair as a means of getting in and out of the tower.

...

Alfred had no idea how he could lose his little brother in the Woods.

At one point, he was right behind his brother. He was going to help his brother find Julchen and then get the hell out of these creepy woods.

But Alfred stopped to go to the bathroom one time and he lost his brother. Just his luck.

He tried to remember the direction his brother went and all instincts told him to go North.

Naturally, that is where he headed.

North.

Strangely, the farther North he traveled and the more snow on the ground, the warmer he felt.

Any normal person would have their toes frozen off but he felt warm.

Maybe he was so cold that he was delirious.

That singing must have also been a delusion but unless he was hallucinating, there was a tower in the middle of the woods.

He could walk around it.

He could feel it. (It was real).

Could he climb it? Now that was the question.

The stone was smooth and there were next to no places for Alfred to put his hands to climb up.

He turned to walk away when something heavy fell on his head and knocked him to the ground. "YeeACCCKK!? ow..."

There was a white braid that was swinging in the cold wind.

Dismissing what he was about to do next as brain damage and lack of judgement, Alfred started to climb up the tower using the braid.

The farther up he got, the clearer he could see the window that the hair was coming out of. More specifically, the very pretty woman who was holding on to some of the hair.

'Oh shit I'm climbing her hair! That has to hurt.'

"Give me your hand." She held out a pale hand.

Alfred took it and the minute he stepped foot in the tower, he curled up in a ball.

"Are you well?"

No. He was tired. That was longer than he originally thought. Wait, he didn't think about this. Crap.

"Ennn. I'm tired. And you are very pretty." WHY DID I SAY THAT?! WHAT WERE YOU THINKING ME FROM THE PAST?

'He thinks I'm pretty!'

"My name is Vanya." She said blushing.

"Alfred." He panted. "So, are there stairs? Or a ladder?"

"No. If there was another way, I would have escaped by now."

"Why, are you trapped here?" He asked curiously.

"My father does not wish for me to be around others. He fears that they will take me away from him. What he does not realize, is that the longer he keeps me up here, the farther away I wish to run and never come back."

"I'm sorry. Is there any way that I can help you? I could get some rope or a ladder. You could be free."

"My father will track me down like a blood hound." She felt guilty for causing him to look sad. After all, he was trying to help her. "Not that it isn't possible, but it would be very difficult."

"Well m'lady, upon my honor, I shall free you of this tower one way or another. I promise you."

"Well, you aren't going to find any rope here." She giggled as Alfred groaned with the realization that he was going to have to climb back down the tower.

"I shall see you soon. And I'll bring the rope."

It was amazing that he didn't fall out of the tower when she gave him a shy kiss on the cheek.

...

Later that week, Sergey thought that it would be a fine time to see his delicate daughter. All trapped in that tower with no escape. And more importantly, no boys.

He got the shock of his life when he saw a young man riding away from the tower. Did he find his daughter? He must have seen her. How could he have not with his daughter's hair flying in the wind.

He used his magic to take him to the room in the tower. "Vanya, who is that boy?"

Vanya jumped. She didn't expect him to visit so soon. She also didn't want him to hurt Alfred.

"What boy?" Good. Play dumb. Please buy it and leave him alone!

'Does she seriously think she can play dumb with me?'

"Tell me his name and I will not kill him."

"If you touch him I will jump. I mean it this time."

Her violet eyes were cold with anger and fear.

Sergey was shocked. She really meant to jump.

"After the last attempts, you'd think you learn your lesson."

"I am not bluffing." Her voice was cold and strong as steel.

"Neither am I. Tell me the boy's name. Or he dies."

Vanya seemed to be having an internal conflict. If she didn't know the name, she would have told him and that would have been the end of it. But she threatened to jump which meant that she knew his name and he had visited his daughter.

"Alfred. If you harm him, I will jump."

"Oh Vanya, you won't have to jump."

...

Alfred didn't know what he did to piss off an old man in the Woods, but now he was blind, with no horse, no sense of direction, and no way to get to Vanya to see if she was safe. He knew her dad could be harsh from what little she had spoken of him. She always got nervous when he was brought up. And she would always glance around her small room to make sure he was not there before she would speak.

He wandered around the Woods for months (in reality, it was only a few weeks) before he heard his sweet sunflower's voice.

He stumbled over rocks and a tree branch before he heard her shout his name.

"ALFRED!" Oh she was worried and happy and angry and happy all at once.

"Vanya!" He tried to run to her, bless his heart, but he tripped over his own two feet.

"My sweet Alfred, what has he done to you? You're blind!" He could feel her cold fingers brushing through his hair and caressing his face. He wished that he could see the eyes of the woman that captured his heart in less than a day.

He could feel her tears run down his face as they clung to each other and wept after being separated for so long. (I mean seriously, it was just a few weeks but since this is a fairy tale, I'll let it slide).

Slowly, the darkness that Alfred saw began to brighten to a dim. And the longer that Vanya cried over him, the clearer his sight became.

He saw a shadowy figure hold him, that must have been her, but they had shorter hair. Instead of hair that could be used to scale a tower, it now rested on her shoulders.

"Did you get a haircut?" He asked.

"You regain your sight and the first thing you do is ask if I cut my hair?"

"Well, it's a very nice haircut and you look older and much more happier."

"Oh Alfred."

So apparently Alfred's horse found Vanya in a swamp after Sergey put her their under a curse that no man shall free her. Good thing the horse was a lady.

"I would like you to meet my brother. I would like him to meet the woman that I wish to marry."

"You didn't get down on your knees and ask me."

"All in due time, my sunflower."

They then rode back to Alfred's kingdom where they awkwardly crashed Alfred's funeral and gave his brother a heart attack.

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