A Different Magic

By Sleek Ink

Summary: A series of one shots about Elsa and Anna growing up, going to Hogwarts and battling some prophecy that is just a plot device to get them together. Elsanna pairing with a bit of future Fleurmione. Because I love Frozen and Harry Potter, and I decided it is time for a twosome (or is it threesome?) of these universes.

Chapter One

Innocence

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She was my bestfriend.

Was. Is. Always.

'C'mon! C'mon! Come on!'

When she's excited, she tends to say things in threes. Maybe because she is three years younger than me and saying things thrice will bridge that gap?

Three taps on my window means she has climbed the tree again to 'rescue me' from my 'tower'. (My Mum rarely lets me out you see, something to do with my frail health when I was a baby).

Three knocks on the main door means she has come up with a clever ruse that my Mum will undoubtedly buy, entrusting me to the redhaired next door firecraker to take me out and do 'normal kid stuff'. (Which can go from anything from rescuing a cat up a tree or breaking into old lady Gerda's mansion to steal some fine baked Chocolate Gateau cake).

'El-sa?' The last syllable lilting to the sky means she wants me to go out and play.

'Elsaaah.' Taunting, means she wants to show off something she made (or nicked).

'Elsa!' Demanding. Means I have no business being in my room when the most important thing in the world is happening right now, with her.

I think she could come up with an opera with no lyrics other than the two syllables of my name and she would be able to express anything from slapstick humour to bawling tragedy. She's exceptionally expressive that way, and sometimes it can be exhausting.

If truth be told, I honestly prefer staying in my room and devour books all day. Dickens, Bronte, Coelho an occasional Susan Collins and John Green. Sometimes I am in the middle of a thickening plot when she would barge through my window with twigs and leaves nesting in her copper hair. And she would hastily brush off the dust and lint from her everywhere except her hair. And somehow I didn't mind her messy neatness.

'Psst, Elsa, I want to show you something!'

But no matter how annoyed I get, one look at those dancing teal eyes, the hopeful furrow of her copper brow, the mischief smirking those lips… and I'm gone.

It was our third summer of being friends. She just turned nine and I was soon to be twelve. I was getting a bit old for her usual games. 'Can this wait?' I ask, but I was already slipping on my ripped jeans and sliding my foot into socks and sneakers.

She grinned in that way of hers that reminds me of hot chocolate, melting mallows and daffodil fuzz that tickle your face.

I spared a glance at the clock. I have exactly one more hour before Mum comes back from work.

We climb down the tree from my window even though we could use the front door. We rarely break our tradition, she and I.

We ran past ten houses, turned right up the hill where the swankier Tudor houses stood. We vaulted the gated park of old lady Gerda's mansion, careful to keep a lookout for the mangy german shepherd who was always on the prowl.

The park was deserted and overgrown. Ivy and bushes thrived at will. We wonder why old Gerda still bothers with it. But it was our park, a place where we would tell our tallest stories, a place where we could share secrets, where we first discovered magic.

My bestfriend pulled me to the fountain at the centre. It was one of those marble white fountains that are now too mossy, it looked green from afar. At the base of the fountain was a wide, marbled basin where old coins sat at the bottom like shipwrecked treasure.

'Elsa, I want to give you something,' She peered up at me, uncharacteristically shy.

'What is it?' I lean forward, trying to get a glimpse of the thing she was holding behind her back.

'Just…close your eyes, or I might not give it. Okay?'

I sighed. 'Fine.' And shut my eyes. My ears hyper aware of the rustling leaves on the ground. The cacophony of chirping birds in the distance. The last glimmers of the late sun on my face.

After a few minutes, I tapped my foot. What was supposed to happen?

Then I felt something warm skitter across my face. Her breath? And warmer still was the feel of soft lips brushing across my right cheek. I felt a flutter in my tummy.

'Okay you can open your eyes now,' Her voice was near. Too near.

When I flutter my eyes open, I was almost swallowed by the brightness of her teal eyes. Her face was very near, our noses almost touching.

'Elsa?' She said in a rare solemn voice. I have never seen her so focused in my entire life! 'Will you take me, Anna, as your bestest best friend forever? Even when you go to Hogwarts and meet other cool magical people?'

'Anna… this is a bit too much don't you think?' I was nervous. God was I nervous but I grinned and brushed it off.

'Just answer the question, Elsa! I kissed your cheek. You have no choice but to answer to me.'

I sigh. I couldn't help myself. What is she asking for anyway? It wasn't a promise. Or a betrothal. It was just really statement of fact. An everyday truth. The sun rises in the morning. The sky is blue. Anna was, is, always the one dearest to me. Wherever I will go.

'Yes, Anna. I do.' I was surprised by the thickness of my voice. Or the shaking of my hands when she took my right hand and slipped something heavy and round into it.

'This is my promise coin. The shiniest copper coin I could find from the fountain. See, that's Joan of Arc right there, so when you feel lonely in that cold castle, you will be brave like her. And the copper colour will let you remember that I'm here. I'll always be your friend.'

I clutch the coin in my hand and stared and stared at it. Because if I looked at her I just might lose it. I was reminded that for the first time in a long while, I will be going to a new place, a new school without her.

'Well don't just stand there dummy.' Anna cajoled. 'C'mere and give me a hug!'

'Why you must be so demanding?' I said as I tucked the coin into my jean's pocket before moving closer to her.

'Because I can. Because you love me,' She sighed as she fell eagerly into my scrawny arms.

I held her tight and inhaled the scent of summer from her tiny neck.

I couldn't agree with her more.

TBC

A/N: Want more? Well don't just sit there. Let me know. =)