Hey guys! This idea has been bouncing in my head for some time now, and I just have to write it! It sort of goes along the plot of Frozen, yet it has it's own plot as well. IF YOU HAVE PROBLEMS WITH STORIES ABOUT SELF-HARM AND DEPRESSION THEN HONEY THIS STORY IS NOT FOR YOU. Hm-hm. Let's get started...

Chapter One

"Psst. Dashi."

A young boy, no older than four, stood in the large doorway. The moon illuminated his soft features: messy, black hair, wide, chocolate brown eyes, and a gap tooth smile. He was was wearing a red onesie, except it ended around the middle calve. His small feet pattered on the hard wood floor as he walked further into the room. "Dashi." His small voice whispered.

"Hiro?" A voice said from a small hump in the large bed that took up most of the room. Suddenly, the white covers were shifted, and a young face poked out. "What's up bud?"

"The sky." The young one whispered, waddling over to the bed. He lifted his small arms up and tried to latch onto the covers, his chubby fists grabbing hold of the white material. His short legs lifted up as well, trying to climb up the massive bed. The young boy in the bed reached down and hefted the younger one up. "What about the sky?"

"It's awake." The small boy named Hiro pointed his chubby finger at the window. It was pitch black outside, yet the golden gate bridge was illuminated. The castle had the most magnificent view of the kingdom, and the bright red bridge against the beautiful water made the view breathtaking. Yet, the lights lit up the entire night sky, making colors appear in the atmosphere.

Tadashi laughed. "Go back to sleep, bud."

"Aw. Tadashi...can't we play? The sky is playing, see? It's playing with lights. Why can't we?" The soft voice questioned in a begging manner. Tadashi rolled his eyes. "Hiro, it's four in the morning. I don't wanna play."

"Please." Hiro whined. "Please!"

Tadashi shook his head. "No, Hiro. Maybe later."

The young boy scooted closer to his sibling, a mischievous smile plastered on his face. "Do you wanna build a robot?"

Tadashi smirked, but teased his little sibling. "I don't know...we have to be really quite."

In excitement, Hiro crawled to Tadashi and straddled his waist. He pressed his small hands on Tadashi chest. "I will! I'll be so quite nobody will know we're up. Not even you."

Tadashi smiled down at his baby brother that was currently occupying his lap. "We have to like ninja quite, though. I don't know if you're up to the challenge."

Hiro eagerly nodded his head. "I am! Please, Dashi!" The eight year old looked down at his baby brother. Then, he whispered, "Alright. Let's go."

Soft feet could be heard on the big, wooden stair case as the two Princes raced down to their father's private lab. The Queen and King had just passed away a year before due to their shipwrecking and being lost at sea. The young Princes still went down to the lab, just to remember.

Tadadshi punched in the security code, and the heavy metal doors opened. The boys ran into the isolated space and got to work.

"We should make it fly!" Hiro said, as he stood up on a chair and reached for a screwdriver.

"And maybe we can have lasers shoot out of it's fists!" Tadashi said, pulling a cardboard box filled with spare parts.

"No! Let's have it coming out of it's eyes! That's way cooler!" The littlest Prince dragged the tools out into the middle space. The two boys started to dig through the metal box, pulling certain things out. "We could use this for the shape of the body!" Tadashi said as he pulled a solid piece of metal out of the box. "And...it'll have a square head so we can wire lasers into it's eyeballs!"

"Yeah!" Hiro said, bouncing on the balls of his feet. "And let's have it have like...a rocket fist! So it can protect itself from the bad guys!"

"Good idea!" The oldest Prince said. They both set to work. Tadashi didn't let Hiro use the blow torch to mold the metal together, but Hiro drew the plans out for their robot with his small little fist, making the blue prints surprisingly precise and correct.

"Hey. Dashi." Hiro's enthusiasm had quickly vanished once a thought came to mind. Tadashi pulled the helmet off of his head and stared at his little brother. "Yeah? What's wrong, little guy?"

"You're going to become King soon, aren't you?" The little one looked up at his brother, his chocolate brown eyes matching the ones of the older Prince. Tadashi smiled, and nodded. "Yep, when I turn eighteen, I become King! Then you and me can rule the kingdom together. It'll be so much fun!"

Hiro smiled at the fact that Tadashi included him when it came to the Kingdom. "Just..promise me something."

Tadashi's black eyebrows scrunched together. "Anything, baby bro."

"Promise we'll always stay together. No matter what." Tadashi gave his little brother a huge grin. He reached down and plopped him in his lap, the young boy weighing barely anything. "Of course we will! How could I ever forget about you?" Tadashi ruffled Hiro's hair, and the young Prince smiled his famous gap toothed grin.

"Ok. Together?"

"Together."

"Happy birthday Tadashi!" Hiro cried, running to the older boy who was sitting at the large, polished dinning table. Tadashi smiled at his nine year old little brother. The littlest Prince wasn't the same as most Princes. His hair was always messy, his crown always lopsided, and he hated to wear the traditional royal outfit. His green pants were creased, his brown shoes dirty, and the buttons on his white shirt that rested underneath the green vest was unbuttoned. But, Tadashi wouldn't trade him in for the world.

"Thanks, little guy." Tadashi hefted him into his lap and buttoned up his shirt. Tadashi was turning thirteen today. He was officially a teenager.

"Hm." Their mentor, Callaghan, cleared his throat, making his presence known. He wore crisp, white pants, white gloves, and a white and blue button up shirt. He wasn't related to the royal family in any way, he was just their mentor that their father had chosen.

Aunt Cass strolled in, wearing a bright yellow dress the rested on her shoulders and spread like sunlight down to the floor. She smiled brightly at the sight of Tadashi. "Happy birthday, sweetie!" She said, planting a kiss on Tadashi's cheek. Some of her bright red lipstick got on Tadashi cheek, but he didn't mind. "And good morning, little Hiro." Aunt Cass cooed at the small boy resting in Tadashi's lap. The littlest Prince scooted off of his older brother's lap and took his spot at the large dinning table.

"Happy birthday, Prince Tadashi." Callaghan said, in a crisp, deep voice. "You're thirteen this year. Do you know what that means?"

The oldest Prince scrunched up his eyebrows, but shook his head no. Hiro looked over at their mentor. "What does that mean?"

Callaghan glared at the littlest Prince. He never liked the small boy, not proper royal material. He caused destruction in the castle, was loud and disruptive, and well...a hyperactive little kid that didn't listen to anyone.

"It means," Callaghan said, taking a sip from his coffee, "that you're training to becoming King starts."

Tadashi gasped. "Really?! I can start training to become King?!" Tadashi had been waiting all of his life to start his training. He was eager to become King of San Fransokyo, be a great leader to his people, and make his father and mother proud. Tadashi was a natural born leader, and everyone knew it. He was the pride of the kingdom; everyone knew how smart he was, how clever and kind the oldest Prince of San Fransokyo was, that when the announcement of the arrival of another Prince sent their people into shock. Why would they need another Prince, when the Prince they had was perfect? What could the youngest Prince possibly contribute to the kingdom?

Little did they know, that prince Hiro was everything to the perfect, proud, amazing Prince Tadashi.

"Yes! Isn't it exciting? You're journey to become King is starting!" Their Aunt squealed, fanning herself with a traditional Chinese fan. "And someone please tell the servants to turn the air conditioner on. I am sweating in the dress! And it's silk imported from Europe!"

"Hiro! I'm starting my training to become King!" Tadashi turned to his little brother. The nine year old looked up at him with wide eyes. "Really? That's so cool!"

"When can I start?" Tadashi asked Callaghan excitedly. The older man smiled down at the enthusiastic king-to-be. He always liked Tadshi more than Hiro; Tadashi was a true Prince, never causing trouble, always doing the right the thing, and was extremely smart.

"We can start today, after breakfast if you would like."

Tadashi's brown eyes widened. "Really?"

"But, Tadashi." Hiro said, his small fingers tugging on his older brother's sleeve. "You said we'd play today!"

"Tadashi has more important things to do, Hiro, than play with his brother." Callaghan sneered at Hiro. "You're brother is officially a teenager now, and he only has five years to prepare to be King. He doesn't need any distractions."

Hiro shrunk back at his words, but Tadashi smiled kindly down at him and ruffled his hair. "No, no, Callaghan. It's alright. I promised him, and a promise is a promise. We'll start tomorrow at nine."

Tadashi smiled at his mentor. Callaghan wanted to argue, but Tadashi was Prince, and he never argued with the highest form of royalty. Callaghan bit his tongue and nodded. "Tomorrow at nine it is."

"Tadashi?"

Nine year old Hiro stood outside of the big, double doors. It was Tadashi's study; a birthday gift from Aunt Cass and Callaghan for his thirteenth birthday. Tadashi's training to become King had only been going on for a month, but within that time, Hiro rarely ever saw Tadashi, let alone have time for the two Princes to play.

Hiro knocked on the door. "Tadashi? Do you wanna build a robot?" After several seconds of silence, Hiro tried again. "Tadashi? Can't you just have a little break, and come play? Please come outside the door. I never see you anymore." Hiro slumped against the wood door. "It's almost like you've gone away."

Hiro peeked through the bottom crack of the door. "We used to play everyday, and now we don't. How come? I know you're busy, but..." Hiro trailed. "Tadashi? Do you wanna build a robot?"

Suddenly, the door squeaked open, and Hiro's little heart filled with hope. But, he was met with the cold, agitated eyes of Callaghan. "Hiro." He said through clenched teeth. "Tadashi is busy. Go play by yourself. Tadashi has very important things to do." And with that, the door was shut in little Hiro's face.

The youngest Prince's shoulders slouched in defeat.

"Ok, bye."

Hiro was almost nine and a half, and the little Prince couldn't be any more excited. Soon, he would be as tall as Tadashi, and maybe Tadashi could teach him some of the things about being a King. Hiro had barely seen his older brother since the day after his thirteenth birthday, but the littlest Prince didn't give up hope.

His small brown shoes clacked on the floor as he ran to the study. The doors only opened a few times a day; at nine sharp when the training started, at six when it stopped, and when the servants came by to deliver food. The only opportunity for Hiro to ever see his older brother was a dinner and breakfast, but sometimes, Tadashi would start early or work late. Hiro sometimes went days without seeing his brother. He was extremely lonely, but Callaghan's daughter, Abigail had just told him that becoming a King was a lot of hard work.

Hiro's small fist knocked on the door. "Tadashi?" The small Prince asked. "Do you wanna build a robot?" He waited for an answer, but got nothing in return. He kept going. "Or maybe climb tress in the backyard? Maybe test a laser, or two? Come on, Tadashi, I'm really alone. I miss you. I'm so desperate, I even started talking Abigail, the one who thought our robotics projects were cool, but said they'd never work. You remember her, right?"

Scilence. Nothing. The little Prince got nothing.

"You remember me right?" He whispered, looking down at his green pants.

Suddenly the door was pulled open, and Callaghan glared down at Hiro. "Hiro, please," The older man said, trying his best not to snap at the small Prince. "You are disrupting Tadashi learning. You must understand that Tadashi can't be around you as much as you'd like. He has more important things to do."

The door was shut once again.

It was Hiro's tenth birthday, and the little Prince was bouncing on his heels in excitement. He was ten, ten! He had grown an inch over the year, and his hair had become thicker and darker. His clothes had changed from the green pants, brown shoes, white shirt, and green vest, to brown slacks, shiny black shoes, a green, button up shirt with a thick jacket detailed with orange thread. It was warm, fitted him better, and most importantly, didn't make him feel like a little kid anymore.

Hiro bounced into the dinning room, beyond excited to see his brother, who would sure show up to congratulate his little brother for turning ten. Hiro was excited to show his older brother his new and mature clothes. Maybe now that Hiro wasn't as little, then he could join Tadashi with his studies in become King.

"Tad-" But, Hiro stopped in mid sentence when he entered the dinning room. The huge, polished table only had three place mats and food for three. There was two small presents on the table. Hiro strolled in, looking for the future King of San Fransokyo. Aunt Cass was seated at the table in a long gold dress while Abigail was wearing a short blue gown, her long hair pulled back in a loose bun. They both smiled as Hiro walked in.

"Happy birthday, Prince Hiro!" Abigail exclaimed. Aunt Cass beamed at him. "You look so handsome in your new clothes."

Hiro gave them half smiles. "Hi, thank you. Where's Tadashi?"

Both of the smiles fell from their faces. "Well.." Aunt Cass said, "Him and Callaghan had to get a head start today. They are starting something new today. Oh, Hiro, if only you could see how well Tadashi's doing! He's going to be a fine King." Aunt Cass smiled at Abigail, and the younger of the two women smiled in agreement.

"Oh." Hiro looked down at his shoes, the excitement vanishing. "Alright, then."

"But, he dropped by to give you a present." Abigail said cheerfully, and Hiro's head immediately perked up. "Really?" The little Prince didn't even bother trying to hide his excitement. He climbed up the wooden chair and plucked the closet one. It read:

To: Hiro

From: Tadashi

Happy Birthday, little brother!

Hiro excitedly opened up the package, and his chubby face broke into a smile. It was a leather notebook, the pages crisp and perfect to be written on, the leather crafted perfectly. Inside was a note.

To, Hiro

You have lots of great ideas! Here is a place to keep track of all of them! Remember... no idea is a bad idea! Every invention needs to start somewhere! NEVER stop inventing!

Love,

Tadashi

Hiro smiled down at the note. He had barely seen his brother in a year, yet his small, and lonely heart had just been filled at the fact that his brother hadn't forgotten about him.

The next present was a small, red, robot. It was simple; it's arms and legs moved, and if you pressed a button on it's back, the eyes would light up and make noises. The bot made Hiro smile, yet he longed to build a better bot with his brother. Him and Tadashi could make it have real lasers, and him and his brother could make another rocket fist..

The brother that was currently sitting behind a closed door, rather learning about how to be a king then spend five minutes with his little brother on such an important day.

Hiro smiled politely at the two women, grasped the two presents in his hand, and walked out of the dinning room to his room.

He needed to be alone.

No, that wasn't it.

He needed Tadashi.

Ten and a half year old Hiro stood outside the study once more, staring at the white door. That stupid white door that was always in the way of him seeing his older brother. Hiro wanted to kick it, punch it, tear it apart.

But, instead, he knocked three times.

"Tadashi?" Hiro's voice was only a whisper. "Please, just open up the door. I really miss you. I know you're busy, and I know you're training to become King and all...but I barely ever see you. Please, for five minutes...just...just talk to me." Hiro's small voice broke, and he looked up at the door handle. Hior let a single tear fall. "Do you wanna build a robot?" Hiro said, barely a whisper, but loud enough for anyone on the other side of the door to hear it.

The solid gold door handle start to turn, and hope filled Hiro's heart and his eyes brightened. He was going to see his brother, they would talk like brothers! It had been so long, Hiro could barely stand it!

But, the door was wrenched opened. Hiro jumped back by the force of the door. His little legs caved in underneath his small body and he feel back on his back. Callaghan was fuming in the doorway, his crystal eyes piercing into the little Prince.

"For god's sake, child! What part of 'leave Tadashi alone' did you not understand?! Tadashi is preparing to become king, and you want to play with him? Such a child, such a brat."

Hiro's breath was caught in his throat. Then, a small voice came from behind the door. "Callaghan, please."

"Tadashi?" Hiro whispered, hope returning once more. His brother appeared in the doorway. He looked the same as he did the last time Hiro had seen him. Yet, he was taller, much taller, his clothes had changed and become more mature, and his hair was a bit longer. But, his kind smile was the same, and Hiro still got the positive feeling he felt whenever he was around his older brother.

"Tadashi." Callaghan said. "Go back to your studies. I'll deal with him."

"Callaghan." Tadashi said, placing his hand on the older man's arm, "He just misses me."

"Well, that's just too bad! You've made too many sacrifices to have it all ruined by a lonely, little, child."

"Tadashi." Hiro said, standing up. "Oh my, I, it's been so long, wow, um, how's training going? I bet it's amazing! You look different! Good different, though. Just, wow, um, yeah so I turned ten, I really liked the journal you got me, it's so cool!"

Tadshi laughed. "Thank you."

"I can't believe I finally get to see you!" Hiro beamed up at his older brother.

Tadashi smiled sadly down at Hiro. "I'm glad that I got to speak with you. But, I have to get back to my studies."

Hiro's brown eyes widened. "W-what?"

"You heard him, Hiro." Callaghan glared at the young boy. "You've spoken with him. Now, go."

"But, Tadashi-"

"Hiro." Tadashi had pain in his eyes. "I'm sorry."

"B-but." Hiro was speechless. "But, we only talked for a little bit."

"Long enough." Callaghan sneered.

"Tadashi. Please, I-I really miss you, and-"

"Hiro, please. I have to go." The door was closing, oh, no, Hiro's only chance to ever talk to his beloved older brother was slipping right through his fingers.

"Tadashi! Please! Wait, just a few more-"

SMACK!

The small Prince was pushed backwards by the force. He landed on his back, yet what hurt most was the child's swelling cheek that had just been slapped by his brother's mentor. Hiro stared up at the older man in shock as he cradled his bruised face. Callaghan looked down at the little boy on the floor. "HOW MANY TIMES DO WE HAVE TO TELL YOU? YOUR BROTHER IS EXTREMELY BUSY, NOW SHUT UP AND LEAVE. HIM. ALONE!" Each word was pronounce with crisp diction, so Hiro understood every word. Each word was like a dagger to the small boy's heart. Tears swelled up in the little boy's eyes.

Tadashi stared at his teacher and mentor in shock. "Callaghan." He said. "You just, you just hit Hiro. Prince Hiro."

Callaghan turned to the future king. "It had to be done. These constant disruptions will only pull you down, Tadashi."

"Tadashi." Hiro whimpered. "Please..."

"I'm sorry, Hiro. But, Callaghan is right."

Hiro's breathing hitched. "Please.."

"Go, Hiro." Tadashi said, firmly, yet his eyes were full of hurt. So where Hiro's. The little Prince started to sob as the door closed once again. Callaghan's voice flooded through the cracks. "Rule number five, you must always do what is best for you're people."

Hiro's sobs wracked his small body as his little legs ran to his bedroom. He slammed the double doors that lead to his bedroom and sunk to the floor. Salty tears rained down upon the small Prince's chubby cheeks. He closed his eyes; wishing for the pain to go away.

He wanted Tadashi. His older brother, his protector, his best friend. He wanted to play, smile again, have someone to talk to that listened to him and helped him and enjoyed his presence. He wanted to feel wanted and important and happy again.

Hiro felt completely, and utterly alone.

It was Hiro's eleventh birthday, but the doors remained shut as they had done for the past six months. Ever since Callaghan snapped at Hiro and Tadashi had rejected him, the doors to the now eleven year old Prince rarely opened. The younger stayed locked up in his room, trying to make the pain of rejection and loneliness go away. He filled his day with reading, building robots, and just busying his mind so he didn't have to think about Tadashi and what his life had become.

He just wanted an escape. He wanted a break from the constant pain and torture the Prince had endure day after day. The small boy curled up into a ball and pressed his eyes into his knees. Please, just go away... The small boy pleaded as the memory of being rejected by his only and best friend washed over him.

The books and inventing wasn't working. He needed something more powerful to mask his pain. But, what?

Suddenly, there was a small knock on the door. Hiro uncurled from his little ball, and called, "Come in."

One of the servants dressed in white gracefully walked into the room. "Good morning, Prince Hiro. Happy birthday."

Hior gave the kind servant a small smile. The young man took the untouched plate of food that was delivered to Hiro's room last evening. Hiro never left his room; not even for meals.

The servant frowned at the untouched plate of food. "Prince Hiro, I am extremely concerned about how much you're eating. You're barely eating anything. Perhaps-"

"You are excused." The small Prince interrupted. It was the thousandth time of the six months he held himself hostage in his room that he heard the 'not eating enough' comment. He didn't want to here it. He wasn't going to eat.

The servant sighed. He took the untouched plate of food from the dresser and replaced it with breakfast. Stake and potatoes with a cheese filled omelet. But, Hiro knew he wouldn't eat it. His appetite had been lost as soon as his hope for his brother back had vanished.

The servant walked out of the little Prince's room and closed the door. Hiro sighed and stood up to walked over to his dresser. Maybe he could distract himself with a more complicated book...

Whack! Hiro's toe came in contact with the corner of the dresser, and since the young Prince had just woken up and hadn't put on shoes, his foot stung. "Ow!" Hiro exclaimed, grabbing his injured foot. It hurt so much! The pain filled his brain, clouding any thoughts. His foot throbbed, and he concentrated on it.

Then it clicked.

While he was focusing on the physical pain, the pain going on inside his head was clouded and disappeared. Of course! Fight pain with pain.

He looked over at his breakfast, where the silver fork and stake knife sat. He wasn't planning on eating the food, no, of course not. But, Hiro needed an escape. He needed a way to control the pain.

And his escape came in the form of a blade.

And that's chapter one! I really like this story and worked really hard on it, and I'm not giving up on any of my other stories either! I just really liked the concept. Anyways, I hoped you enjoyed chapter one, and please review! I'll update as soon as I can(:

~TheOneWithTheScar