Everything starts at an ice and desert place, covered by a big layer of white and soft snow where blizzards were much common than we could ever think. Russia. Siberia, being exactly. The place where it was too cold for somebody survive. But something was very strange...In that land were the sunshine barely showed up a cry of a baby could be heard. In the middle of nowhere there was a baby trying on his own way to survive.

He was a a very little boy but was already very chubby, with a uncommon color of hair, it was an blond colour but depending where the light was coming it was almost grey, his cheeks are all red because of the cold and he was trying to the bottom of his lungs call someone's attention, show he was there, he was alive, that he needed help .Of course none of this thoughs passed at that little boy's head. It was just his instinct to survive. His cry echoed in that vast land...Seems there's no much hope for him. Until a man, so palid that seemed to be made by snow, appeared. He was tall but his footsteps at the snow seems almost inexistents, his eyes looked as cold as the air around him and the arms he used to hold the little boy weren't warm at all making the baby cry louder.

-Hi there, little one. - He said, in a deepy and very calm voice. Somehow, it sounded like a tunder. The boy stopped to cry and stared at that man who smiled to him...A cold smile. - Would you like to live with me? And maybe you could be very useful to me.

Twenty years passed easily since then and that little boy was a grew up man now. That man, called General Frost, had raised that boy and had called him Ivan. Strangely Frost had gave to the boy as a house one church right in the Red Square, the Saint Basil's Cathedral, constrocted at 1561 by the Czar Ivan, The Terrible. In fact that's where Ivan's name came from. Frost never allowed Ivan to go out from the walls of that church . When Ivan dared to comment something about that the answer was always the same: "The world is cruel...You are not prepared for it, Ivan. I am protecting you."

Ivan would never doubt that he was being protected by the only man he ever knew and trusted but he wanted to see the outside world. Where they lived it was always covered by snow, always cold, even inside those walls was cold, so cold he had to use a scarf all the time, the sunlight was minimum and Ivan saw in some books places covered by flowers, with sunshine...seemed so warmth. He wanted to go there, he wanted to see it.

"You know what day is today?" Ivan murmured, his chin laying on his hand, while he looked outside his windown, staring at the horizon, his breath making some smoke through the cold air.

"Ah...Hm... " A young and short boy mumbled. He seemed very nervous as he was horrified that he could answer wrong.

"Today is...Today is 31th of December." Answered a young man with glasses.

"Yes...And...? " Ivan encouraged, looking to them, who jumped some steps back.

"Y-Your...Your birthday?" Mumbled another young man, his green eyes running around the room as he was searching somewhere to run way if he had answered it wrong.

"Da. Exactly...Twenty years and what I know? Just this church and snow. " Ivan sighed. " I really want to go outside. Outside to somewhere warm".

"W-Why you don't ask Mr. Frost to...?"

"Ask? Don't be silly, Ravis!" Ivan shouted making Raivis cringe. " He would never allow me to go."

"But...If you don't ask you will never know." The second man said, pulling his glasses back to the right position at his face.

"I know it very well, Eduard . "Ivan said with a sad smile.

"You should...I mean, it will not hurt you just go and have a look, right? Maybe as you now have twenty years he will allow you to go. "

It was a very long moment of silence as each of them were considering what they said or what they had to say . Suddenly Ivan got up. So suddenly that made the three men run to a corner of the room.

"You guys are right! I am going to see Frost " He turned to them with a big and childish smile on his face " and ask him to go with him today! I heard he was invited to some kind of Festival today so..." He was walking to the door, cheerfully but when he opened the heavy door he found Frost's cold eyes.

"Hello, Ivan...Who are you talking with?"

There's no one inside the room except Ivan. He was a lonely kid, he always had been. So, in order to not be so alone in that big cathedral , Ivan made up friends to him. Three friends who grew up with him. They were: Raivis, the little and younger one, Eduard, the one with glasses and Toris, the oldest and very kind one.

"With...my friends." Ivan answered, looking to his own feet.

"I see. And where are your friends?"

"They...don't exist. " 'No, they do exist!' It was what Ivan always wanted to scream but it will only make Frost anger. He remembered the first time he said that he had friends the man, litteraly, went mad and screamed, searching in all the house, for those "invaders", shouting to Ivan that if he found someone he will kill them. But that doesn't matter. To Ivan his friends are real no matter what Frost said.

"Good. So, should we start to study the alphabet again?"

"Oh...Da. I would like it so much." - Ivan said in a tedious voice tone. He was twenty, for God's sake! He knew the alphabet but Frost insisted to that kind of primary education.

"Very well. A."

"Adoration."

"B."

"Behave."

"C."

"Confession."

"D."

"Devotion."

"E."

"Eternal devotion."

"F..."

"Festival!" Ivan said without think at all, making Frost look to him with cruel eyes.

"Párdon, what did you said?"

"F...Fr " Ivan was looking around as if he was searching a way to run if it was needed, curving his body onto his own, afraid of Frost's reaction. Ivan was a big man but everytime he was in a confrontation with Frost he seemed to be only five years old again.

"Do you want to go to the Festival, Ivan?" Frost asked while he stoods up, walking around Ivan as a wolf preparing himself to attack. -Why?

"You...You go every year, sir..."

"But I HAVE TO! If I could denied it... Ivan, you don't know how cruel is the outside world. They will make fun of you. " He grabbed the young man face, stroking his hair. " I am your only friend, the one who grew you up as the man you are now. The one who you can trust the most...The one who you could trust. "

After a moment of silence where Ivan's purple eyes made an interrupt contact with the cold-almost-white eyes of Frost, the youngest mumbled.

"Yes, I know...You are the most kind people in the world. I am sorry, master. I will never ask it again. "

"You should go, Ivan! " -Toris insisted after make sure they were alone again.

"Nyet, you heard him."

"Yes, but don't you think it's better to beg for forgive than to beg for permission?"

"But..."

"It could be your last chance, I-Ivan..."Raivis completed, his face very serious even if he was trembled. "Don't waste it.

Hi there. It's xHthax. I was posting this fic at deviantart but I thought it will be nice post it here as well. It's a crossover between Hunchback of Notre Dame and Hetalia. I used the Disney version since it's the one I had contact (what is a pity. I want to read the book :I) I do not intend to offend anyone. I hope you enjoy. None Hetalia nor Hunchback of Notre Dame, they belong to their respectives artists. And I am sorry for any grammatical errors since English is not my mother language.