A/N: This is the second Frozen AU I have written(the first one being for Riverdale), but I feel this AU would work in the world of Onward. Now, Onward with the story!

The nine year old Barly Lightfoot snuck into his six year old brother's room. "Ian, Ian wake up," Barly said. "Let's play!"

"Barly, go back to sleep," Ian said, laying on his side.

"But the skies awake, so I'm awake so we have to play," Barly pleaded.

"We have school in the morning," Ian said. "We can play when we get home from school."

Barly sighed, about to leave the room. That's when Barly smirked, an idea popping into his head. He walked over to the bedroom. "Do you wanna build a snowman?" Barly asked, mischievously.

The two brothers ran to their backyard. "Do the magic, do the magic!" Barly howled.

"Sssh you're going to get us caught," Ian said. He then waved his around and a snowball appeared. Barly looked amazed at his brother's gifts. He made it snow over the small yard. He created a snowman. "What should we name him?"

"Olaf," Barly shouted. Ian chuckled at his brother's amusement.

"Ok, let's go to bed," Ian said.

"No, time for more magic," Barly said.

"You know I'm not supposed to use my powers unless I'm in training," Ian said.

"Why?" Barly asked. "Wizards are allowed to use their powers in public."

"My powers are different from wizards," Ian said. "I don't get them from a wand, in fact I don't know where they come from."

"And that makes them better than you?" Barly asked, raising one eyebrow. "Come on, let's play. We never get to play during the day."

"Ok, ok," Ian said. They spent the next thirty minutes playing with Ian's powers. Eventually Barly started jumping from snow pile to snow pile. "Barly slow down!"

Barly didn't listen to his brother's pleas. Barly jumped and Ian quickly tried to create another snow pile, but he accidentally struck Barly in the head. Barly fell to the ground. "Barly," Ian shouted. He ran to him. A white streak appeared in Barly's hair. "Mama, Papa, help!"

The Lightfoots arrived at the wise wizard, Ajax, house. Wilden then knocked on the door. Ajax opened the door. "Agh the Lightfoot family," he said, happily. "Please come in."

The family then goes inside. "What happened here?" Ajax asked, noticing the injured boy in Wilden's arms.

"I struck him with my powers on accident," Ian said.

"Lay him down," Ajax said. Wilden laid his son on the table. Ajax put his hand on Barly's head. "You guys were lucky that he was hit in the head. If it was the heart, that wouldn't be an easy fix, but the head is easy. To be safe, we are removing all of the magic from him, including the memories of magic. But I will keep the fun."

"Remove my magic too," Ian pleaded.

"I can't, your magic is apart of who you are," Ajax said.

"But I'm afraid of what I'll do," Ian said.

"Then fear will be your enemy," Ajax said. "Your powers can bring great joy, but they can also bring great sorrow. You must learn to control it, or death and destructions will be in your future."

Ian hugged his dad's legs. "We won't let that happen," Wilden promised.

"To be safe, cut off his ties to the outside world," Ajax suggests. "Homeschool him and cut his ties from everyone, including Barly."

"We can't separate them, their brothers," Laurel said.

"It's what's best," Wilden said. "I promise you, one day we will be a family again."

"Come back whenever you want," Ajax said. "I love children, raised a few myself."

The trio then left the house.

That winter, Barly knocked on his little brother's door. "It snowed a lot last night," Barly said. "Mom said about to inches. I was thinking we head to the park and build a snowman."

"I'm fine," Ian said. "I have a lot of studying to do."

"But I never see you anymore," Barly whined.

"We'll hang out soon," Ian lied. "I've just been very busy lately."

"Ok bye," Barly said, sadly. He then left his brother alone. This cycle would continue every winter for the next ten years, but everything would change on Ian's sixteenth birthday.