One day, a couple had a filly. It was their second child, and she was very special. Her mane was white as snow, her eyes were almond-shaped and fuchsia. Her coat was ice blue. And when they touched her hoof to a bowl of water, it froze on impact. Her name was Fleetfoot Frost.
Fleetfoot shut the door to her room tight, hunched over and crying. She reached out a hoof and watched the magic begin to stir.
"It's just getting stronger the more I grow. I can't let them take it. It's the only protection I have." Fleetfoot thought, touching her hoof to the ground, letting the ice blossom around her like flowers. The frost made intricate shapes and swirls on the cloud floor, soothing her. There was a tapping sound from the other side of the door, and Fleetfoot listened close.
Tip-tap, tap-tip, tip-tip-tap-tap. Fleetfoot smiled as she recognized the pattern. Fleetfoot turned, pulling open the door, hugging the colt that stood there. Her brother, a pegasus with a purple coat and the same eyes and mane as her.
"It's okay sis. I'll protect you." Her big brother wrapped his hooves around his four-year-old sister, trying to calm her down.
"I don't like thith Dark Shooter. A home ith no place to hide." Fleetfoot sobbed, and he nuzzled her gently, trying to calm her down
"I'll get you out of here one day sis, I promise." Dark Shooter said. Then, hoofsteps sounded from the hallway. Fleetfoot whimpered, backing away. A mare entered Fleetfoot's room, a book tucked under her wing
"There you are." it was Icy Mint Frost, their mother. She had an ice blue coat, white mane, and ice cold blue eyes.
"I won't let you hurt her!" Dark Shooter cried
"Dark Shooter, my darling, come away from that foal, she's brainwashed you. Don't worry, those powers won't be in her dangerous hooves any longer." Icy Mint held out her hoof and sent a flurry of snow that picked Dark Shooter up and set him by her side. Dark Shooter cried out and reached for his sister. Icy Mint opened the book.
Fleetfoot screamed and was lifted into the air. Fleetfoot spun slowly in midair, ice blue light pouring out of her chest. It settled in the book and formed writing in Old Ponish. Icy Mint shut the book and turned to leave, ignoring Fleetfoot's shriek as she hit the ground hard. Fleetfoot raised her head and watched through blurry vision as her mother left, dragging Dark Shooter behind her. Then, the world went dark.
When Fleetfoot woke, she had no memory of what had just occurred. Or any idea how the strange, almost magical ice had appeared on her bedroom floor.
"FLEETFOOT FROST!!" was bellowed down the hallway of the mansion. Fleetfoot was sobbing on the floor, her father beating her as her mother yelled at her from the other room. The filly's father was Sharp Skater, a world famous hockey player. He had a purple coat and gray mane, with the same almond-shaped, fuchsia eyes.
"What mom?" Fleetfoot asked through her tears.
"STAY AWAY FROM MY PRECIOUS SON AND GO TO YOUR ROOM. YOU CAN FORGET ABOUT DINNER, TOO!" Icy Mint yelled
Fleetfoot picked herself up and ran out as instructed. She was fifteen and still abused by her parents. Dark Shooter had moved out the second he came of age. He had wanted to take Fleetfoot with him, but then, he had got an offer to be a Royal Guard.
"You have to accept bro, it'th your dream job!" Fleetfoot insisted as they walked through Cloudsdale, heading to the park.
"Sis, I can't. I promised you I'd get you out one day. Now that I'm sixteen, I can." Dark Shooter argued
"Dark, thith hath been your dream for yearth. I may thtill be fourteen, but I'm tough. I'll wait for you to get your own home. Jutht accept the offer and apply. You know you won't get another chance if you refuthe."
"But..."
"If you don't, then I won't go to Wonderbolt Academy."
"But you have to! It's your dream!" Dark Shooter stopped walking "Oh. I see what you're doing."
"I'll only enroll in Wonderbolt Academy if you accept thith once in a lifetime opportunity."
"Fine. Are you sure you'll be okay with me leaving you behind with mom and dad?"
"I'll have my friendth Dark."
"They don't know about mom and dad though. Right?"
"Well, yeah. But they're alwayth there for me. I can count on them"
Fleetfoot remembered that conversation as she went over to the window, watching the stars outside. She closed her eyes and sang softly
"In the bleak midwinter
A frosty wind does blow
Clouds turn hard as iron
Water becomes stone
Snow starts falling
Snow on snow
Snow on snow
In a bleak midwinter
Not so long ago
I wish upon the farthest star
Hoping for a change
A change of heart
A change of way
So I could breathe again
I close my eyes and see
The warmest smile
That has ever greeted me
Oh Oh
Brother I miss you." Fleetfoot sighed and turned away from the window, hugging herself and going to bandage her injuries.
"I have to become a Wonderbolt. Then I can get out here." she murmured, hope lighting in her eyes. Her stomach grumbled as she sat down on the bed. "I'll be thixteen in a few weekth, then I can move in with Thpitfire. And finally eat a proper meal." Fleetfoot told herself, before she fell backwards in the bed and rolled onto her side, falling asleep through her hunger.
"Fleet, hey." Spitfire said, pulling open the door to her apartment "Happy Birthday."
"Hey Thpitfire, thankth." Fleetfoot stepped inside, sighing. Soarin Skies, her other friend, was sitting on the couch. They had agreed to meet there for her birthday.
"What's wrong?" Soarin asked, standing up and coming over to him.
"Can I thtay with you for a while Thpit? At leatht until we become Wonderboltth?"
"Of course Fleet. You don't even have to tell me why. Come on, let's get you settled." Spitfire led her towards the second bedroom in her apartment.