One Little Snowflake

Gloves

"Is she going to be okay?" Hiccup asked as he entered the worn tent they had set up as a sort of base camp.

Rapunzel lay, spread out on a mat, the black inky substance in her arm, shrinking as time went on.
Her brown and gold hair stuck to the sweat and grime along her forehead.

"Dunno, she'd be da one who is the healin' type, she always did it fer us." Merida shrugged, a hint of worry laced in her tone.

"We can't let her die." Jack said, his voice thick with emotion. Punzie had been his friend for who knows how long.

"Its going away, so maybe that's a good thing?" Elsa suggested, trying to stay on the bright side of things.

Everyone shuffled nervously as nobody answered.

Anna ran through Arendelle, stopping at every house to make sure everyone was okay.

It was hours before anything happened.

Suddenly, Kristoff called for her and Anna bolted in his direction across the street.

She banged through the doorway of the house and put her hands on her knees, panting for breath.

"What *huff huff* is it?" She asked.

In answer to her question, a small boy, around the age of ten, stood from the chair he sat in. His skin had an oddly purplish tone, and his eyes, white.

She vaguely recognized him as the Ragnar child named Dante.

The wind began to howl in the house's stovepipes and bang the shutters on the windows.
A gust of air blew past her face, making her braids fly in her eyes.

His eyes began to glow and lightning flashed outside.

"Dante!!! Can you hear me!?" Anna screamed, grasping the boy's hand. He had begun to hover off the ground.

With no reply, terror sunk into Anna's bones.
"We need Elsa!!" She shouted above the winds to Kristoff. He nodded and ran out of the Ragnar house.

As suddenly as it had begun, the boy fell to the ground, his small body collapsing on top of Anna.

Dante's parents ran in and picked the boy up, half sobbing and cradling his unconscious body.

Anna rubbed her back and got off the ground, watching the muttering and whimpering parents with guilt in her.

"Look," Anna began to get their attention. "Can you guys bring him with me? I know a safe place he can be. You know, away from the people who may want to harm him."

Mr and Mrs Ragnar nodded, swiping at their tears and runny noses. Mr. Ragnar picked up the small boy easily and followed Anna to the door.

Anna directed them to a wagon nearby and climbed aboard, leading the horses to the castle herself.

As soon as they got there, Kristoff appeared to help unharness the horses. "I sent a letter through terror mail, hopefully she'll be here soon."
He informed her.

"Thank you." Anna gave him a brief kiss on the cheek before turning back to the Ragnar family.
Dante's eyes were rolling behind his eyelids, and she knew it wouldn't be long before he would wake up.

"This way." She told them.
She led them inside the castle and up the many stairs to the room she had spent many days in front of, singing to her sister to open up the door.

Elsa's childhood room remained unchanged from what Anna knew, except there were no ice marks anymore.

At this point, Dante was awake and talking normally. His parents asked him a bazillion questions before Anna shooed them out of the room.

The boy sat on the bed, looking small and weak. "What are you going to do to me?" His now pale grey eyes widened in fright.

Anna brushed some of his messy black hair back. "Elsa's coming, don't worry, she'll help you get control of these powers." Anna placed her hand on a slim box Kristoff had retrieved for her upon request.
"Right now, can you do something for me?" Anna asked.

Dante shrugged but nodded.

"Can you put these on?" Anna opened the box, pulling out a pair of black gloves.

It's been waaaaay to long for this I'm so sorry- Agent Emily