Be good Ana, or Pan will be dragging you to Neverland… Oh it's a terrible place. A home for savages. There are no friends in Neverland, no kin. Pan brainwashes the children there to desire blood. Can you imagine it? Children killing each other for sports. I shudder at what he would do to a little girl like you.

Ever since she was a child, she heard stories about the devil boy in Neverland. Her best friend told dreadful stories about Pan and whenever she misbehaved, he warns her that Pan's shadow might be coming for her.

That was why she always behaved accordingly. She was trained to be a ruthless queen. Any sign of sentiments or weakness was squeezed out of her and Peter Pan was the cause of it.

When her resolve wavered, just stories of the heinous crimes of Neverland would put her back in place.

Both the evil queen nor the dark one scared her as much as this boy did.

From the stories she was told, Peter Pan was ten times more ruthless and evil than the worst villain in the enchanted forest.

He was everything she learned to fear.

The appearance of the infamous Peter Pan was not quite what Anastasia had in mind.

She was expecting something more hideous looking. She was told that Pan's malice was so concentrated and deadly that it had turn into acid and melted part of his face.

She was surprise that that was not the case. The boy who never grew looked perfectly intact.

His face was pale and clear of imperfections and markings. In fact, his face was actually very appealing. Pan could probably be described as angelic looking if it weren't for the darkness in his eyes.

Another detail the stories were wrong about was that he was neither hunched back nor crippled with disfigured legs. He looked quite healthy with a tall sturdy physique.

She couldn't believe how wrong the stories were of Pan's physical appearance.

'Although that could be a spell', Ana reasoned.

For a moment, the boy simply observed her, but when he reached out for her, Ana panicked.

She jumped back and from her palm, a huge icicle shot forward. It was at least three times the size a large spear and it was certainly as sharp as one. She had frequently seen it pierce through armors and cutting in to the chest of full grown men.

But this boy, though he had well defined muscle, was scrawny in comparison, stopped her icicle with his bare hand. A wicked grin that was in place since the moment he saw her remain wide on his scary but otherwise handsome face.

"An ice witch?" he asked. There was mirth in his voice, as if whatever she was would be an interesting toy for him to play with.

Anastasia's blue eyes widen in shock. "I'm not a witch, I'm a queen!" she cried indignantly, stomping her foot.

The magic she released this time went through from under the ship and into the sea.

A wave of sea water rose from behind the boy. It struck down onto the deck, solidifying before puncturing the wooden floor board.

Killian let out a high pitch squeal as he watched his ship get smashed.

Ana blinked. She missed? How?

She didn't see Pan dodging. And yet he's not currently pinned to the ground..

"You're a fiery one. I like that."

Ana swung around to see the monster boy standing unscathe.

"A queen eh? How interesting," Peter chuckled.

Ana frown, taking step back, away from the monster.

"Sadly we don't care for royalty here in Neverland," Peter explain, he walked casually around the deck, avoiding the mess of splinters from the hole Ana caused on the floor.

She notice then that Killian's crew had scurried away to the opposite end of the boat, away from the boys.

"But you," he studied her from head to toe, his eyes lit with some type of glee, "Are a different story."

In a blink of an eye Pan was in front of Ana.

Surprised, Ana took a step back, making Pan smirk.

"Come here little princess," he sang mockingly, looking at her like she was prey.

Ana glared. "It's queen," she corrected. "And I'm not going anywhere near you."

"Well thats too bad," Pan answered, unfazed. He went to grab her.

Ana reached for his wrist, when her pale fingers wrapped around his cuffs she released a large amount of ice magic.

An icy mist blast through the air. For a moment, everything was white. As the mist finally clear, tiny crystals sparkled in the night, catching moonlight.

She overdid it but it didn't matter. As long as the boy was dead she didn't care if he vaporized on the spot.

Dark laughter filled the air.

Through the haze of the receding fog, she sees Pan's handsome face and his smug smile. "I hope you didn't think you can take me down with a bit of frost bite?" he asked humorously. "I don't get cold easily."

"Of course not, you're practically cold blooded," Killian mumbled.

Ana gapped at the young boy.

He really was immune to magic.

She knew before, but now that she landed a direct hit on him with full extent of her power, she saw that she left nothing more than a few snow flakes on his arm.

He grabbed her, pulling her near him. The girl struggled but could not free herself.

Killian came towards the two intending to pull him off her but with a swish of his hand, Pan sent the captain flying to the opposite direction.

Pan's grip on Ana tighten.

"Come now birdie. Your struggling is as effective as your little ice show," Pan snicker into her ear, causing Ana to blush.

No one insulted her like that before. And it was all the more frustrating that she couldn't prove him wrong.

Reality was setting in and she realized that she could do nothing to this boy. She couldn't hurt him, not with magic and not with physical force.

Her eyes grew wet.

She was getting upset which won't help her here.

Usually, whenever Ana bit off more than she can chew, he would come to make it all better. He couldn't save her now though. She was in Neverland, which is the last place she would ever go. Most likely it would be the last place he'd ever think to look for her.

"Now don't look so glum birdie. I'm about to take you to every child's dream."

Ana didn't respond to him. Neverland was hardly a dream, more like a nightmare.

She trudged onwards on the mud road. Lost boys flanked her on both sides. Her face burned with embarrassment as earlier they had wonder whether she even needed to be guarded. They thought she wouldn't be able to escape, nor would she make it far if she ran.

She didn't like being made fun of. She hated it when Pan did and she hated it even more now that his subordinates are. If only she can show them just how powerful she was with her ice magic, they'd regret laughing at her.

Ana tried to create ice particles with her had but to no avail. The cuff Pan slapped on her wrist made it impossible for her to perform magic and try as she might, she couldn't remove the leather.

"There'll be no adults telling you what to do. No responsibility. And you get to play...all the time."

Ana continued to ignore him. He was trying to lure her into staying willingly in Neverland. She was having none of it.

Pan scowled. In a second, she was pressed roughly against a tree with Pan's taller form hovering over her.

"I don't like to be ignored. If you keep this up, you won't like the games I have in store for you."

Ana flinch. "No! Get off!" she cried, pushing at his chest. There were tear in her eyes, she closed them so they won't escape, but she was terrified.

Her struggle only made Pan push his body harder against hers, trapping her between him and the tree.

He smelled like pine and mint, which surprised her since she always thought he would smell foul like decaying carcass.

Pan let out a frustrated sigh. He nodded off the other lost boys, allowing them to return to camp first.

They gave him a smirk, expecting him to punish the girl, before continuing to walk.

"This is why I don't let girls on the island. They're too emotional."

Ana pushed again, this time with less force. She felt herself growing tired. Though her magic affinity was vast, her body was frail.

Pan felt her weaken. She was hitting him with her fist, but to him, it literally felt like some small animal was pawing at his chest.

Girls weren't as strong as boys, he knew that.

They weren't as fun as boys and they like responsibilities. They like growing up and they want to be safe in their homes. He didn't like girls because of that.

But he did like girls.

They were pretty. Especially this one. She was expectedly weaker than him. And she smelled nice. She was also soft. Her hair was a pale gold and her skin was velvety smooth.

It usually wasn't enough. Girls who were soft and pretty didn't have what it takes to survive in Neverland.

They did however had other uses for him.

Peter observed the girl before him with a cool gaze. His fingers brushed against her soft cheek and he smiled at her.

He hadn't done anything to her other than threatening her a bit, and yet he can already tell that she was deathly afraid of him.

'Good', he supposed. 'She should be afraid.'

She glared at him with as much hatred and defiance as her trembling body could offer and though she was harmless and he found her to be whimsical, he decided he would give her a chance.

"Let's play a game."

Ana looked at him alarmed. "No."

"Trust me," he smirked, " you'll want to play."

Ana frowned, yet her curiosity was peaked. He had just threatened her with unpleasant games and now he was offering her one that he believed she would want to play.

"Because if you win, I'll let you go."

"Really?" she asked suspiciously.

"Of course. I never go back on my words. But if you lose then you do as I say."

Ana wasn't sure if she wanted to play, however she asked anyways, "How do I play?"

"Easy. It's a game of cat and mouse."

"Okay…" She spoke slowly, "Where is the cat? And where is the mouse?"

"No," Pan frown. "You're the mouse. And I'm the cat."

Ana gave him puzzled look.

Pan sighed, "I chase you and you run."

"Right now?" Ana asked, picking up her long gown preparing to, at the very least, jog. She wasn't much of a runner. The game was still rather confusing to her. She didn't have a lot of friends to play with. If she did then she would probably be more suited to play Pan's games.

"Yes, now" Peter confirmed. People usually did ask for the rules of the game but this girl was asking the wrong questions.

"Where to?"

The corner of his lips quirked, the annoying questions were odd but he suppose she wasn't just any girl. She was a queen and her awkwardness with games just proved how sheltered she was. Though she can never win, he can now tell she didn't have a hair's breadth chance. Even if she did know magic.

"Surprise me. I'm giving you twenty-four hours to avoid capture by me and my lost boys."

Ana nodded stiffly. "But what happens if I get caught?"

Pan broke out into a grin at the very thought. He reached out for Ana's hand. She was reluctant as she placed her hand in his.

He suddenly gripped her tightly, not allowing her to escape. "Then there's a good chance that I'll be the only one having fun."

His voice was dark and dangerous and for the first time in her life, Ana shivered. A creeping chill runs down her spine and she, ironically, found herself frozen in place.

"Don't get caught," he smirked before slipping the cuff off her wrist and disappearing.

Ana was left only in the forest.

The strange feeling she felt with Pan's presence receded now that he was no longer here, however, a bit of it remains.

She pushed the feeling away as it hinders her thinking process.

Since she wasn't very athletic, the only talent she can rely on against Pan would be her magic. He did remove the cuff so she can use it. But he was immune, wasn't he? Why would it matter whether or not she can use it?

Peter return to camp to see his lost boys mulling about. Felix was the first to greet him.

"What happen with the girl?" he asked when he noticed she wasn't with him.

"Gather the boys," Peter ordered, "We're playing a game."

Felix nodded, giving his a leader a knowing smirk before calling the lost boys.

Ana found that although her lungs were burning and she couldn't feel her legs anymore, she could still run, given proper motivation.

Things were not working to her favor. She had no way of defeating Pan and so the only thing she can do was play his game and run.

She knew running wasn't the answer. Her capture would be inevitable unless she had a solid plan, but whenever she tried to think, her mind automatically drift towards Pan and his last few words.

He was scary. Ana faced many foes in the enchanted forest, including a Rumpelstiltskin who was considered the strongest magical being in their realm, yet she always found the confidence to face these enemies.

But this time, it was different. It was different because Pan really could hurt her and judging by the look he gave her, he intended to. It was also different because this time, she lost a very important source to her power.

The magic she can perform here was small compared to the spells she unleashed on Arendelle. Neverland had a strangeness to it and she could have sworn that the island was somehow inhibiting her from casting spells properly.

But more importantly if she can't get in contact with Jack then she feared she'd never live to see Arendelle again.

Authors Note; So the next new character in ouat is gonna be Elza which is awesome but it also conflicts with my oc Ana's role as the snow queen. Luckily Ana really isn't that much like Elza so I'm just gonna make Ana her own fairy tale character.

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