Otherwise known as Magick's Creepy Disney Stories. So enjoy! Comment with a request if you desire! And worship @Maka Albarn for the art! FrozenThe girl sat. She was alone in her room, just like every other day. Outside she could hear the sounds of her sister skipping through the halls, singing some nursery ryhme. Her parents had walked to and fro in those halls, before their ship had been lost at sea. The bodies were never recovered, and the girl often wondered if they had actually died. Perhaps they were out there still, trying to find a way back home. It was a comforting thought, but one that didn't hold much basis in reality. They had hated her, always hated her. She hated them too, because despite the lack of their presence, she couldn't bring herself to leave this room. Day after day was spent in isolation. She would read through books in a week, and have to send for new ones to be brought. She tried her hand at painting, but it wasn't in her regime of talents, it seemed. One day, she would run out of books. Her sister passed by now. The footsteps fell silent as they neared the girl's door, and she held her breath. Perhaps today would be the day her sister was brave enough to enter. But no, just like every other day, the footsteps began to pass, the song resuming as it echoed through the halls. The girl slumped in her chair, the customary disappointment filling her heart as she looked down at her hands. They are bare now, the gloves discarded on the floor. She hated them too. Hated the color, hated the feel, hated everything about them. They were a restriction, a reminder that she wasn't anything like anyone else. That she was a monster. She glanced back out the single window that lit up her solitary prison, staring down at the townspeople. They would want her to rule them one day. Those poor people. They had no idea she still existed as a shadow amongst the portraits and paintings and silk. She pitied them for their ignorance. One more year. One more year and she could free herself from this palace. A smile curved her lips at the thought, and ice began to trickle through the air, spidering from her fingers up towards the ceiling. She let it go, watching the crystals of frozen water dance as they lifted higher and higher. One more year. Then she could make her parents pay. The innocents would suffer, yes. Her sister would suffer, oh yes. But for the satisfying prize of revenge? She would pay any price. She smiled wider now, humming gently to herself as she looked back out the window, ice crackling as it began to cover the fragile glass, and the room grew cold. "Do you want to build a snowman?" She asked softly, before twisting her hand in a sharp gesture. The glass cracked, and shattered. Why wait a year?