(AN: So occasionally you can tell what I'm really into at the time based on what I write about or what little tidbits or phrases I put in every now and then...well this is one of those times. I present to you Frozen, done the Hetalia way and with a good amount of changes and additions. There are several different versions going on at the same time, Lovino and Feliciano's story will resemble Disney's the most. Hope you enjoy it! ;D)

Prologue~

In the land of Eltilian five kingdoms coexisted in harmony, and each had been blessed with two precious children. However, all was not as perfect as it seemed. For one of each of the children had been born with unnatural powers. The powers of ice and snow. And each kingdom handled this problem in different ways.

~*~Fz~*~

The king of Cidron had been pacing back and forth for hours with his little son Lukas watching him.

"Father, would this cheer you up?" Lukas opened his cupped hands where he had been nursing a tiny snowstorm and let it go into the air.

"Lukas!" the king snapped sharply, "What have I told you about carelessly using your ability?!"

The snowstorm immediately died and the young four year old turned away from his father with shame in his heart, not wanting to meet those harsh eyes that were looking at him with such coldness.

"I certainly hope my second child doesn't have your same curse." The king muttered as he turned back to the door where a midwife had just entered from the direction of the royal chambers.

"Congratulations your majesty." The woman smiled, "You're now the proud father of two healthy boys."

The king stood in excitement and headed into the room, completely forgetting his elder son. Lukas waited a few moments before he headed into the room as well with the midwife smiling down at him.

His mother was propped up with pillows behind her in the bed and she was smiling up at the king who was delightedly studying the baby boy in his arms.

"He's not much to look at right now, but he has hair already, surprisingly. Blond unsurprisingly. As for who he most resembles..."

"He's just like his brother." The queen smiled and turned her attention to her elder son, "Lukas darling. Come meet your new baby brother, Emil."

Both the king and Lukas looked uncertain, but the little boy came over to his mother at least, just to make sure that she was really ok after the ordeal of giving birth to Emil. He didn't really know what giving birth meant but the nurses in the kingdom had warned him that it was painful and dangerous and to be prepared, which of course had made him afraid. It appeared that his mother had been ok because she stroked his hair and smiled at him before turning back to her husband.

"Lukas should hold his little brother as well."

The king was about to protest but the look from his wife silenced him and he reluctantly handed over his precious new son to his cursed child.

Lukas sat on the bed by his mother with his new baby brother in his arms. He looked down at the curious big blue eyes staring at him. He blinked his own purple-blue ones and little Emil copied him and smiled. Lukas was delighted that his baby brother had smiled for him and relaxed a bit, just a bit...but it was still too much. Instantly his hands began to glow with that strange violet light and started seeping into the baby in his arms.

"No!" the king shouted and snatched his baby son out of his older child's arms, knocking a stunned Lukas to the floor.

"How dare you!" the king shouted in anger, "Do you realize what you could have done! You've already caused damage, look!" the enraged king held out his baby son for his wife and Lukas to see.

Emil's little crop of light blond hair had turned to a shining silvery white and his blinking eyes were now an unusual shade of violet; his skin too had become paler than before.

Lukas was trembling from fear at his father's wrath and fear of what he had done. How far had his magic spread? If the outer appearance was so drastic, what had happened inside of Emil's little body?

"Dear..." the queen tried to calm her husband's anger but she had been shocked by what had happened as well and was slightly wary of her elder son as well now.

The king shook off her hand and pointed a trembling finger at Lukas.

"You are forbidden from having any contact with your brother from this day forward. Now get out of here djevelen! Get out!"

So Lukas fled, and only got to see Emil grow up through the rare moments that he left his own room.

As for Emil...he grew up with a curiosity about the brother he had been forbidden from playing with or having any contact with. Even on the rare occasions when a servant or his nurse was escorting him to a different place in the castle and they passed by Lukas, the nurse always made sure to steer him well away from the older boy and depending on who it was, they even sometimes made the sign against evil. His mother seemed to be the only one that actually still considered Lukas to be worth any kindness. She even tried to call him into the room where she and Emil were reading when she noticed him watching through the crack in the door. But Lukas had rushed off immediately, leaving Emil feeling worse about his brother than before and the queen looking crestfallen. But there was nothing for it, because even those in the castle that didn't know everything about his powers, could tell that something was changing in the king's older son. He secluded himself in his room for days on end, only accepting food and water through a crack in the door and immediately slamming it in the servants' faces afterwards. And when he did emerge from his room, he was always bundled in a large sweater that concealed every inch of his skin, apart from his hands which he covered instead with thick gloves. Yes it was clear even to the littlest kitchen maid that an unseen storm was raging inside of Lukas. The question that now remained was...when that storm would break lose.

~*~Fz~*~

As for the kingdom of Breagtrianti, the king and queen had given their child with the gift much more freedom. He was allowed to play with his older brother, not that the older boy wanted to play with his younger brother much of the time. Unfortunately, even though he had better control over his powers, Arthur still had a hard time keeping his ability in check when he felt angry or scared. For this reason, he had frozen far too many toys in the time that he and Scott were growing up. The last straw for the older prince had been when Arthur had accidentally frozen his favorite hunting dog out of frustration that Scott had been allowed to go on the hunting trip with their father. Scott had screamed and threatened him until the room was covered in a thick layer of frost and the older boy was curled up in on himself trying to keep his skin from joining the room. The king and queen had managed to break in at that moment and whisked Scott out of the room. Arthur had insisted that it wasn't his fault and he had been provoked, but the king and queen were more wary of him after that day and made sure to be present when he played with his new baby brother Peter, and Scott pointedly ignored him.

And from that day on, Arthur began to take his own precautions to not let his power get out of hand again. He tried to avoid contact with anyone outside of his family and began enclosing himself in his room in order to release his powers in a way that couldn't hurt anyone else, before they broke free on their own. The king and queen became increasingly worried about their middle son and Peter took to spending hours on end just sitting outside of his brother's room and knocking on the door every time the clock in the hall chimed. He would stay that way until his mother or father came and physically picked dragged him away. And so the years passed in Breagtrianti.

~*~Fz~*~

The king and queen of Meraica handled the problem of the winter powers in yet another way. When they had first met, after being engaged to each other, the king had introduced his future queen to his baby son. He made her aware that he had been in love with the boy's mother but she had died giving birth to their child. He expressed his sincere hope that the future queen would be as loving to his little Mattie as he was certain the boy's mother would have been. And simply to please the king, the woman had said yes. But when the baby boy began clapping and snowflakes sprang forth from between his fingers, the queen's true feelings had appeared through her horror. And the day that she had given birth to her own child with the king, little Matthew's life had changed forever.

"I don't want that child anywhere near our little prince!" the queen hissed as the king had brought Matthew in to meet his baby brother.

The king's eyes had turned harsh.

"This child as you refer to him, is my son and he has every right to meet his new brother."

"He would," the queen nodded, securely wrapping her child up to hide him, "Were it not for those cursed powers he carries!"

Matthew cringed away from the voice into his father's arms.

"He's still a little child. You can't expect him to have control over them yet." The king countered.

"And if he can't control them then he is a danger to our precious Alfred...and to us for that matter. Take him away."

The king sighed, he may have authority but he still had yet to hold his new son and it was clear that his queen was going to stubborn until he took Matthew out of the room.

Matthew was still confused about what was going on but the queen's tone scared him and he began to wail, throwing out his hands in despair and releasing a small snow storm into the room.

The queen shrieked and huddled farther back into the bed, shielding her new baby from the icy blast.

"You see what I mean!" she shouted, "Get him out! Get him out! And keep him away from our son!"

As the king hurriedly left the room with his terrified older child, he promised himself that he would find a way to help Matthew control his powers so that he and Alfred could actually be together as brothers. But this was never to be, for the king was obliged to leave on a matter of business soon after...and he never returned.

In his stead, the queen made certain to keep good on her words and kept Matthew and Alfred apart, shunning her late husband's first child and giving the order that everyone in the castle was to ignore him unless it had something to do with his powers, then they were to shut him away so that he couldn't hurt anyone. So it was that Matthew became like a ghost in his own home, and was forced to watch his younger brother from around corners and through cracks and keyholes in doors for fear of being discovered and punished by being shut in his dark room once more.

As for Alfred...the energetic boy grew up not even knowing that he had an older brother and wondering who it was that always seemed to be watching him. And in a secret room in his father's old study, he stared at a picture of his father holding a little toddler boy that was laughing and happy, with light snowflakes that appeared to be coming from his hands, and wondered why this child, who according to the inscription on the picture frame was called Matthew, was being looked at so lovingly by the king.

~*~Fz~*~

The kingdoms of Daschetnuld and Talaii were closer to each other in both location, relations, and the exact same event that lead their kings to seek help from the forest folk. Elves had lived in the forest between the two kingdoms long before there even had been established strongholds. And for this reason, they carried with them much wisdom and experience.

The particular morning that their services had been requested was after the night that the twin grandson's of King Romulus Vargas of Talaii had celebrated their 5th birthday. The evening had been filled with lots of laughter and a visit from King Hanz Beilschmidt of Daschetnuld and his two grandsons, eight year old Gilbert and four year old Ludwig. The four boys had been inseparable for the entire evening and when they had been left alone Feliciano and Lovino Vargas' room, both Lovino and Gilbert had entertained their brother's with their winter magic. Feliciano was always delighted by his brother's powers and he was equally delighted that Gilbert had the same gift. He and Ludwig took turns in guessing what shape the little snow flurries were taking and all were disappointed when their grandfathers appeared to tell them that the festivities had ended and it was time for Hanz and his grandsons to leave. Feliciano had been so upset and had hugged onto Ludwig so tight, not wanting to be separated from his new playmate. He was so upset when they were finally separated that he screamed and kicked all the way up to the room that he and Lovino shared. Lovino was equally upset to be separated from Hanz's grandchildren. He had been thrilled to have a playmate that had the same powers which he did. Now he was lying awake in bed with Feliciano clinging to him with such a vice-like grip, while his thoughts went back over the evening's events and wondering how he could do some of the tricks with his powers that Gilbert had been able to do.

"Lovi?" his brother's little voice whispered in the dark, "Are you awake?"

"Yes, why?" Lovino whispered back.

"I miss Ludwig."

"I can't do anything about that." Lovino yawned.

"You can play with me instead." Feliciano sat up and looked down at his brother.

"Come on Lovi please!" Feliciano's voice was growing louder and more insistent."Please! Please! Let's play with snow!"

"Ok. Ok." Lovino laughed and got up taking a cheering Feliciano's hand and leading the way silently to the ballroom. Earlier, the ballroom had been filled with people that had come for their birthday, but now it was completely empty and all of the chairs and tables had been removed.

"Come on Lovi!" Feliciano begged, dragging his brother all the way into the room and struggling to shut the big doors behind them. Lovino laughed again and helped his younger twin to close the heavy doors. Then he turned to the room with bright eyes.

"Ready?"

"Stop teasing me Lovi!" Feliciano giggled, "You know I'm ready!"

Lovino smiled.

"Then watch this!"

He threw his hands up into the air and a much larger torrent of snow poured forth than ever before. It flew up into the sky and spread out over the entire ceiling, then snowflakes began pouring down all over the room.

"Yay!" Feliciano shouted in delight and ran about trying to catch as many snowflakes on his tongue as he could.

"Lovino began making even more snow appear till there were huge mounds all around them and the two boys were running and jumping into the piles in delight, laughing so loudly that it woke their grandfather up."Those boys." Romulus Vargas yawned and smiled sleepily, "I guess I have to go drag them back to bed or they'll crash from exhaustion tomorrow."

"Feli, do you want to build a snowman?" Lovino asked after another successful snow pile tumble.

"Yes!" the younger boy clapped with delight and began rolling snow around to start making the sections of the snowman.

"Those are two big Feli." Lovino shook his head, "This isn't our usual snowman. We're going to make a snowcat."

Feliciano's bright amber eyes grew even wider and he hugged his brother in delight.

"Oh Lovi! A kitty? We're gonna make a kitty?!"

Lovino laughed and nodded. The two boys began making a snowcat in the semblance of one of the stray castle cats that roamed about the halls looking for rodents and scraps of food. When they were done Feliciano named it Cream and turned to his brother in excitement.

"Can you make it move Lovi? Can you make it be alive?"

Lovino frowned at their creation and shook his head.

"No Feli I don't think I can. I wish I could, for you."

Feliciano looked disappointed but when he saw that his brother looked sad he quickly made himself smile again and came up with a different idea.

"That's ok. Hey Lovi why don't we play jump again?"

"You almost fell last time." Lovino looked worried.

"I'll be ok. I'm a good jumper." Feliciano insisted, "Come on!"

And with that he started jumping from one small pile to the next until Lovino relented and began shooting piles out before his brother. But as Feliciano kept jumping faster than Lovino anticipated, the boys fear began to grow and so did the piles. Each became higher and higher and Lovino began shouting out to his brother.

"Feli, slow down! I can't keep up! I'm not going to catch you soon!"

But Feliciano was too delighted to pay any attention and he jumped before he realized that their wasn't another pile of snow waiting for him.

"NO!" Lovino shouted in terror and threw his magic towards his brother in desperation at stopping his fall. But the power struck Feliciano rather than landing below him and the little boy's eyes instantly snapped shut and he began plummeting to the floor.

"NO! NO!" Lovino wailed and dived over to intercept his brother. He used his magic to propel himself and caught Feliciano in midair. They both crashed into a mound of snow where Lovino began shaking his younger twin desperately.

"Feli! Feli wake up! FELI!"

Romulus heard the screams and rushed to the rooms. The door handles were ice-cold to the touch and when he pushed on them the doors wouldn't budge. But with much force and determination he forced the frozen doors to open and rushed into the room.

Lovino looked up as his grandfather entered and huge fat tears began streaming down his cheeks.

"Feli's not waking up! I tried to stop him from falling but I...it's...it's not my fault!" he wailed and buried his face in his brother's auburn-brown hair.

Romulus rushed over and lifted his younger grandson out of Lovino's trembling arms.

"He's cold as ice." Romulus shivered and wrapped his night robe around Feliciano's small frame desperately trying to get the boy warm.

"I'm sorry." Lovino sobbed and clutched onto his grandfather's leg, "It was an accident. I didn't mean to..."

"Hush" Romulus snapped and turned towards the window where the moon and stars still shown brightly.

"We have only one choice. We need to speak with someone who knows about your powers and how to deal with an accident that involves them."

Within the hour, Romulus was riding through the nearby forest with his twin grandsons tucked securely in his arms under his cloak. It wasn't long after they reached the track to the elf village when they were joined by Hanz Beilschmidt on his own horse with Gilbert clinging to his back and Ludwig, unconscious, in his arms.

"You had an accident as well Hanz?" Romulus looked worriedly at the little blond haired boy.

"I didn't mean to." Gilbert whimpered against his grandfather's back, "I just wanted to show him more of my magic so he would be proud of his big brother but..."

"Your magic went wrong and hit him instead." Lovino finished with a sob.

Gilbert nodded and hid his face in shame and despair once more.

"If Lutz doesn't wake up...I'll never forgive myself."

"The elves will be able to help." Romulus spoke the assurance not to just Gilbert, but to all of them.

"We will certainly try." A voice replied from their left and they both looked over to find an elf woman running beside them. She motioned for them to follow her and they did so without question.

She lead them to a clearing where the elf chief stood waiting.

"Lay them on this stone. Do not worry, the moss on it is soft and will cushion them." He spoke to them with authority and waited for the two kings to comply.

When they were settled safely on the stone, the elf chief laid his hands upon Ludwig and Feliciano's brows.

"You are fortunate that the magic hit here. If it had hit their hearts, there would be nothing I could do for them."

"Then there is something you can do now?" Romulus asked with relief.

"Yes, fortunately the head can be persuaded and memories can be altered. Except..." he stopped and lifted his hand from Ludwig's brow with a frown, "It appears that this child has a strong mind which doesn't want the memories tampered with."

"What does that mean?" Hanz asked looking at his younger grandson, "Can you not save him then?"

The elf chief shook his head and turned to Hanz and Gilbert.

"I can still save him, but it comes at the price of all his memories."

Gilbert caught his breath. "You mean he won't remember anything? He won't even know who his family is?"

The elf chief nodded sadly.

"And when he does wake up and you remind him who you are and who he is, it would be best to never let him know of the powers that the elder prince has."

Gilbert was shocked. "He can't know I have winter magic?"

"No he cannot." He turned to Romulus and Lovino, "The same goes for your younger grandson as well. While the memories of being close and playing together will remain, he will have no memory that several of those times involved his brother's powers. And he should not know of them from now on."

Lovino looked down at the ground and shuffled his feet.

"If it's for the best." Romulus sighed and lifted Feliciano into his arms as Hanz collected Ludwig as well.

"Before you go, come here young ones." The elf chief instructed the older boys. Lovino and Gilbert came forward and the elf chief took one of their hands in each of his own.

"You carry great power in you. I hope that in time you will be able to control it but be cautious. Your magic holds great beauty but it also contains the possibility for great danger and chaos. I pity the two of you and can only hope that your future will be brighter than it appears at the moment."

He dropped their hands with a sad smile and they returned to their grandparents. The group left the clearing and headed back along the trail until the fork where Hanz stopped.

"I believe this is goodbye Romulus. I will close the gates of my castle and reduce the staff to ensure that Gilbert's powers remain a secret."

"I feel I must do the same." Romulus nodded. He looked down at Lovino who had fallen asleep in his arms with his unconscious brother. A sad look came over his face as he realized the other hard decision he would have to make.

"Goodbye old friend." He smiled at Hanz and continued on the track towards his kingdom.

When he entered he gave the order.

"Open the extra room in the top west hallway. My heir will be moved there starting this night."

The staff hurried off to do the kings bidding while he looked down to find Lovino staring up at him.

"You're separating us?" the boy's voice was soft but it still held painful accusation.

"It's for the best Lovino. You have a hard time controlling your powers and Feliciano is too curious and would find out eventually."

"So you're going to keep us completely apart?" Lovino's voice sounded even more hurt than before.

Romulus sighed.

"Just until you can control your powers."

"And if I never can?"

Romulus didn't look at his older grandchild but his voice shook when he spoke next.

"Do you want this to happen again? Don't you want your brother to be safe? Even if it means that you have to be separated?"

Lovino started sobbing and clutched onto his grandfather.

"No I don't want to hurt him, but..." he choked on his tears and his voice got even softer, "All right...I'll do it...for Feli...because I love him."

Romulus sighed and kissed his sorrowed grandson's forehead as he came to the now open room in west hallway. He set Lovino onto the coverlet of the bed and gave him a sad smile before he left, locking the door behind him.