𝐘/𝐍 //𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫//✔

𝐎𝐧𝐞

Music for the waltz was playing. A lady grabs a music box and puts it in her bag. She walks downstairs. Outside, in the snow she gets in a carriage.

"Your highness." A guard says, picking up her cloak.

After closing the door, a man says, "Hyah" signaling to go.

"There was a time not very long ago. When we lived in an enchanted world of elegant palaces and grand parties." The carriage pulls up into a palace entry, that had lights. "The year was 1916, and my son Stoick was the Czar of imperial Russia." The lady in the carriage, ends up in front of the palace, people bowing to her.

Inside the palace people were dancing to music, having a grand time. The dancers clap to the music. The lady sits on a small throne waving to someone saying, "Hello, darling."

"We were celebrating the 300th anniversary..." A man dressed liked royalty was dancing with his daughter as the wife watches, smiling. The man was Stoick, the Czar of imperial Russia. The girl was his daughter Y/N. She has S/C and bright E/C eyes. Her hair was a beautiful shade of H/C. "Of our family rule."

"Oh, papa!" Y/N shouts as her father picks her up, twirling her around, knocking off her hat. Y/N looks behind her, smiling big.

"On that night, no star burned brighter that of our sweet Y/N." Y/N runs up the steps to her grandmother, handing her a picture. "My youngest granddaughter." Lillian, the grandmother, holds the picture close with love.

Behind them was a boy with white hair and blue eyes. He had an apple in his hand, who took a bite out of it, watching Lillian and Y/N.

"She begged me not to return to Paris, so I had a very special gift made for her..." Lillian takes out the music box and Y/N gasps in surprise. "To make the separation easier for the both of us."

"For me?" Y/N asks, smiling taking it in her hands. "Is it a jewelry box?"

A servant shows up from behind and sees the boy. He whisper shouts, "Jack, you belong in the kitchen!" He picks Jack up causing him to drop the apple and struggle, while grunting.

Lillian takes it back, a necklace in her hand. "Look." She inserts the necklace back and twists it, causing it to open and a lullaby to play.

Y/N gasps. "It plays our lullaby."

"You can play it at night before you go to sleep and pretend that its me singing." Lillian smiles at Y/N. The music continues playing.