Author's Note: My exams are over, and do you know what that means? More time for fanfiction! Yes, I know I've got another story going, but I have a lot of ideas for other tales and I just want to get them out there before someone else does. I hope you like this story! :) You may notice some similarities to another Disney film . . . (Note that this is not a Crossover story because no characters from that other film are in here).

Chapter One: A Bit of Backstory

One evening, Felix Junior was sitting at his desk, head in hands, staring down at the piece of paper in front of him. It was completely blank, save for a Math question in black ink at the top. He had been staring at this piece of paper for a good ten minutes now, and still he had no idea how to go about answering the question. No eight-year-old could have been able to do it.

As Felix was lost in his thoughts, the door creaked open. Ralph, Felix's younger brother by only a year and a month, poked his head into the bedroom. "Hey," he said.

"Hey," Felix replied, looking up.

Ralph walked over and lifted up the question paper. "You stuck or something?" he asked.

"I guess."

Ralph stood there for a few moments more – and without a word tore the paper in half.

Felix gasped. "Ralph!" he yelped. "You can't tear up someone else's homework!"

"Au contraire, Felix," Ralph said, proudly smiling at having thrown in a French phrase there. He let the two halves float to the floor. "I just did."

Felix just stared at him, open-mouthed.

"Look, it's a stupid question," Ralph explained. "So why waste your time on it? Let's do something fun!"

"But I've still got that Science paper-"

"-Which isn't due in until next Tuesday," Ralph interrupted. "Come on, Felix! What do you wanna do?"

"Homework," muttered Felix. He turned away from Ralph and began to sharpen a pencil.

"Aw, I don't believe you! What's fun around here? Do you wanna play outside?" Ralph asked.

Felix didn't reply.

"Okay, do you wanna play inside?"

Felix continued to sharpen his pencil.

Ralph suddenly leaned in close to Felix's ear. He whispered, "Do you wanna build a snowman?"

That got Felix's attention. The pencil broke in the sharpener. He leapt up and the boys ran to fetch their bikes, laughing as they did so.

. . .

The Great Field, as Ralph liked to call it, was just on the edge of the town of Niceland. The grass was always green and the field itself was wide, edged with pretty square-shaped trees. Because it was quite close to a trash pile, few people in Niceland wanted to even have a picnic there. Ralph and Felix both knew that they had this place all to themselves.

Right in the middle of the Great Field was a short tree stump. Felix stood on it and sniggered. "Are you ready?" he asked Ralph.

"Yes!" cried Ralph, who was hopping around the stump, unable to stand still for even a second. "Do the magic, do the magic, do the magic!" he chanted.

Felix beckoned Ralph closer. Snowflakes danced between his palms, forming a tiny snowball. As it grew, Ralph watched with ever-wider eyes. When Felix finally threw the ball into the air, snow burst out and flurried around the field.

Yes, here was a boy who could make snow and ice, even in summer!

The snowflakes fluttered down, much to Ralph's excitement. He leapt through the ice crystals whooping with joy. "This is awesome!" he never stopped saying.

The happy sight brought a massive grin to Felix's face. With a wave of an arm and a twirl of a hand, he summoned more of his icy powers. Soon the whole of the Great Field was blanketed with fluffy snow. When Felix stamped his foot, ice swept down the stump and across the ground.

Together, the brothers set to work building a snowman. Ralph did his best to roll out the body, but it was still a little misshapen. Felix just had to point a finger to make a head appear on top. As a finishing touch, Ralph presented a carrot (swiped from the freezer at home) and shoved it into the snowman's face.

"Neat, huh?" Ralph said, looking at their lopsided creation.

"Definitely," Felix replied.

Felix's next move was to build a swooping, icy slide. Ralph clambered up the snowy steps to the top, and then sped down on his stomach. When he soared above the curve, Felix made another slide ready to catch him. Ralph gained speed and was tossed into the air again. Felix had to work to make more slides and keep up with Ralph as he flew across the Great Field.

"Slow down," Felix begged at one point. "You're going too fast!"

But Ralph probably didn't hear above his cries of "Again, again!" He was too busy jumping and sliding to sense the fear. Felix raised his arms to make another slide, but his foot suddenly slipped on a patch of ice. Felix stumbled, still making magic. The frozen blast split mid-air and slammed into Ralph's hands.

Ralph yelled "Ow!" and fell to the ground, unconscious.

"Ralph!" Felix shouted, running to his side. He lifted Ralph up and felt him shivering. Ralph's hands were covered with frost, and the rest of his body turned cold and stiffened.

When Ralph stopped shivering, and when Felix stopped feeling any warmth in his breaths, Felix knew he had to get Ralph home. The Great Field filled with frightening ice spikes.

. . .

Felix Senior had pulled up on the driveway expecting to come home to a happy home and a nice hot meal. He had certainly not bargained for a hysterical Felix Junior sitting in a patch of snow and crying over Ralph, who had – was that ice on his fingers?

"Felix, this is getting out of hand," his father started.

"I didn't mean to!" Felix wailed. He wiped his eyes with the back of his hand. "It just . . . happened. I'm sorry."

His mother emerged in the doorway. "He's too cold. What do we do?" she asked. "The hospital is miles away."

Felix Senior thought for a moment. "I know where we can go," he announced. "Come on, hop in!"

Everyone climbed into his car – well, Ralph had to be carried to his seat, still being unconscious – and Felix Senior grabbed a map. Flicking through quickly, he finally found the page with the red sticker. "Got it!" He stomped on the pedal. The car reversed out sharply, and they were off.

. . .

Felix's best friend, Gene Trollman, had a pretty crazy dad. His workplace was the back garden, which was full of moss-covered rocks. Felix sidestepped around them in awe. Dream catchers dangled from trees, and multi-coloured beads adorned the house. From what Felix had heard in the playground, Mr Trollman claimed to have knowledge of magical healing spells passed on from a colony of trolls. Whether this was true or not was unknown, but Gene insisted that it had worked before; surely it could work again for Ralph?

In the centre of the lawn, sitting on the biggest stone of all, was Mr Trollman himself. His robes were the same shade of green as the moss that surrounded him. Gene ran over and perched on a boulder next to him, holding a small box. "Hi, Felix!" he said.

Felix could only managed a quick "Hi" before his father launched into an explanation.

"We need your help!" he begged. "It's Ralph here. . ."

He let Mr Trollman hold Ralph in his lap. Gently, Gene leaned over to touch Ralph's hands and pulled away, shuddering. Pointing at Felix, Mr Trollman asked, "Born with his powers or cursed?"

"Born with them," his mother replied. "And they're getting stronger." Her voice cracked at the end of her sentence.

Mr Trollman looked closely at Ralph's hands. "You're lucky it wasn't his heart," he said, talking directly to Felix this time. "The heart is not so easily healed. But the hands can be helped along."

"Just do what you have to do," said Felix Senior.

"Gene?" Mr Trollman stretched an arm towards the box. "The red ones?"

Gene lifted the lid, found two flame-red crystals and handed them over. Mr Trollman enclosed one in Ralph's clasped hands and held the other up to his head. "I recommend removing all magic from his body," he explained, "even memories of seeing magic, just to be safe."

A glowing blue energy was pulled out of Ralph's head. Felix saw Ralph's memories floating above as a series of pictures. Every time he made it snow, every time he covered the world in ice – when those pictures appeared, they faded into nothing. All that was left behind was the vision of Felix and Ralph playing in the snow. How the snowflakes had got there in the first place had been conveniently forgotten.

As the memories returned to Ralph's head, his hands thawed. But something else was happening. They weren't just thawing; they were glowing, growing, expanding until they outsized his face!

"Oh my land," Felix Senior muttered.

"An unavoidable side-effect, I'm afraid," said Mr Trollman. He returned the now-white crystals to the box and placed Ralph back in Felix Senior's arms. "Don't worry. I've left the good times. He'll be fine."

"But he'll have big hands for the rest of his life?" asked Felix's mother.

"Big, strong hands," said Mr Trollman. "That could be very useful to someone. You never know."

"And he won't remember my powers?" Felix Junior asked tentatively.

Mr Trollman sighed. "Felix, you have a great gift. Your powers will only grow as you grow."

As he spoke, he conjured up a blue-tinted silhouette of a grown-up Felix making snowflakes. "They are beautiful," Mr Trollman continued, "but also dangerous."

The snowflakes turned into sharp red spikes. Felix gasped.

"You must learn to control them," said Mr Trollman. He added, rather fiercely, "Fear will be your enemy."

More characters gathered around Felix's silhouette, screaming and shouting. They suddenly amassed and leapt up, snuffing out Felix's figure in one fell swoop.

The real Felix grabbed his mother's arm in fright. "Jiminy jaminy," he breathed.

"We won't let that happen," Felix's mother insisted. "He can control it. Can't you, dear?" She looked down.

Felix nodded.

"Until then," Felix Senior said, "we'll have to make some changes. We'll limit Felix's contact with people. We have to keep this a secret from everyone . . . including Ralph." He looked down at the big-handed boy sleeping in his arms. "You don't know what sort of home he came from. We can't let him get hurt again."