A Cold World

by Ice


A legend told thrice

Chapter One

"The elements. They are the very foundations of our world, and yet even the brightest of us fail to understand them. Earth, Fire, Wind and Water are the four basic elements that are within each and every pony. However, there are few lucky enough to be born with the power to reach inside themselves and harness these powers and become masters of their destinies.(Please note this is not Avatar: the last airbender rules here)
However, while it may be rare every fiftieth generation, a mare is born and she will wield the power of a fifth element, and yet while each bearer has similar powers, their true potential comes with their name. Winter, she could create a storm so powerful and chilling no foe could stand against her. Snow, she had unending potential, constantly developing her magic beyond her limits, maybe even to match Celestia's if she had lived longer. And Frost, it is said she was a gem. She was a true elemental, nothing phased her, not even her family's and Equestria's greatest enemies the de-"

"Then they slayed the Jabberwocky and saved Equestria." interrupted a young voice sarcastically.

"You know boy, when I was your age, I would beg my father to tell me a story like this." replied a deeper voice. The owner of said voice was the father of the young voice

"Was this before or after your mother scolded both of you?" came a questioning voice from across the room. Standing at the door was a dark purple coated mare with a short black mane and long blue and yellow striped tail looking at the colt and stallion in the room with an expression which was a cross between a grin, smirk and a glare.

The stallion chuckled slightly as he walked over to the mare, pretending he was trying avoid making eye contact as if he was a child being sent out of the class by a teacher.

“Very funny, lights out for you, boy.” said the Mare as she turned and began to follow the stallion.

“Night, Mom.” said the colt, barely above a whisper as he turned off his lamp.

* * *

“Time to get up kid, you don’t want to be late!” called the stallion from the living room. Slowly the colt got up, scratching his mane, as his brain began to processes what he had just heard.

“.....Monday already?” he groaned as he rolled out of his bed, somehow managing to land on his hooves. After a quick visit to the loo, he walked slowly down the stairs, trying to avoid making any noise.

“..Three steps...four steps...five st*Creak*..oh no.” thought the colt as he was quickly pulled upwards as something or somepony began to noogie him.

“Hey there little bro, back to school today?” said a different older voice as he dropped back to the ground.

“Heh, kind of, we’re just seeing the view.” he said innocently as the two older stallions chuckled slightly.

“I think you mean classrooms, honey.” said the colt’s mother, glaring at the stallions, who both acted as though they had been insulted.

“....Did Daddy and bro do something wrong?” asked the young colt.

“Che, I’ll tell when you’re older than me squirt.” chuckled the colt’s older brother as he headed towards the door ruffling the his younger brother’s mane in the process.

“May I ask where you’re going this early in the morning?” asked the oldest stallion.

“Oh you know... around.” said the stallion jokingly as he opened the door.

“Son, if you’re up to something you shouldn't be, when I find out, you won’t be able to walk for a month.” said the stallion in a threatening tone.

“Uh... yeah, I’m... not.” said the older of the two brothers as he walked out the door, visibly shaken by his father’s threat.

“You should trust your son more, Force.” sighed the mare as she put the colts breakfast in front of him.

“Silver, you know I do, but I worry about him sometimes, that’s all.” replied Force while looking skeptically at his son who had somehow managed to devour his entire breakfast in the short span of him speaking.

“Done.” chirped the colt, jumping down from his chair.

“Good boy, now go get ready for school.”

“YAY!” yelled the colt bounding up the stairs.

“...You know, I can’t think of any other foal that enjoys school that much.” chuckled Force.

“Oh come on, we were all like that once.” replied Silver, smiling slightly.

“You make it sound as if we’re old.” said Force in a raspy old voice, causing his wife to burst into laughter.

* * *

"AHH, whereisitwhereisitwhereisit?" thought the foal running around his room looking under, behind and on top of everything. He dashed out of his room looking around frantically while repeating the process from his bedroom.

After a few moments his ears perked up as he heard a small "Squeak." slowly, he turned his head to see the door to the one place he was told never to enter, a place that contained such dark secrets even Celestia herself would go insane....his brother's room.

The colt slowly tiptoed up to the door, as if as though his brother could hear him approaching it. He stopped roughly ten centimeters from the door, taking one last look around him he slowly nudged the door open trying to nudge it open slowly as to make as little noise as possible. After a heart stopping ten seconds he finally managed to slip inside of his brothers room, the walls where painted a strange light, lime green, the floor have several empty drinks cans, pizza boxes and pieces of paper with numbers too big for the colt to pronounce.

"Squeak." the colt looked towards the area the noise came from just to notice the small brown mouse that had its tail caught underneath a box filled with broken toys, old pictures and a few books.

"Hey Mickey." whispered the colt as he lowered himself to try and push the box off of "Mickey's" tail.

"HNNG, HNNNG!" strained the colt struggling to push the box.

"Heh....heh..." panted the colt leaning against the box.

"COME ON KID. WE'RE LEAVING!" shouted Force at the bottom of the stairs.

"NONONONONONONONO!" the colt thought desperately, as he tried to move the box again in a last ditch attempt.

"...Are you okay up there?" called Force beginning to ascend the stairs.

".....Wait, I've got an idea." muttered the colt as he began to reposition himself against the box.

Force opened the door to the colt's room and was somewhat surprised to find he wasn't in there, THUNK the stallion quickly ran of the room and into the one beside it to find his son on his back, a mouse on his mouth and the floor around him surrounded with junk.

The two stared at one another for a moment before a quiet "Squeak" broke it. The colt turned onto his side and spat the mouse out before saying "I can explain.