A/N: Hello and welcome to this fic. So, this is brought to you by the saying 'If you want something you have to do it yourself.' Unlike the last time I had one of these moments I'm not waiting a full year to publish it. Few things you should know, this story will only be 20 chapters, they are all ready outlined, and finally I'm still a bit unsure about the title. Hope you enjoy!
Disclaimer: I own nothing Harry Potter, Disney, or Dreamworks related. This purely fictional and for fun!
In the rolling hills of the French Pyrenees under the cover of magic sits a majestic palace. It's not home to royalty, but to hundreds of students who wish to learn the art of magic. The school is known around the magical world as Beauxbatons Academy. The many girls and a few boys who attended the school were abuzz about the year's grand event: The Triwizard Tournament. Many wondered who will compete for their school. Though among the crowded halls there seems to be one name ghosting upon most of their lips, and whispered into classmates ears.
Spending her free period outside, leaning against a cool rock, reading a book, sat Elsa Kingston, a seventh year at the prestigious academy. Her snowy blonde hair blew gently in the summer wind, icy blue orbs scanned the page intently, and she felt relaxed. Along with being a witch, and near the top of her class, Elsa also has the power to conjure snow and ice whenever she felt like it. Even among fellow witches, and wizard's though she was still out of place and often stayed away from the crowds. Today was no different, what with talk about the Triwizard Cup looming around every corner, along the nagging feeling that she might be asked to participate.
A shadow blocked the sun off her face without looking up, she greeted, "Afternoon Belle."
"Elsa, I see you are enjoying your break as well." The brunette took a seat beside her. The two had become friends during their first year after the French girl found her sulking in a tower after getting picked on in the bathroom. "It's a shame I didn't find you in the library. Of course I know why you aren't in the school today."
Elsa brought the book closer to her face to hide her blush, and hoped to disband the topic completely. Though try as she might to hide her emotions a small snow flurry fell down upon them revealing her feelings. "I-I have no idea what you're talking about, Belle."
Quirking a brow and rolling her eyes the girl let out a sigh. "Elsa, I know better, the lie is written as plainly written on your face as it in your snow."
The snow stopped as the blonde let out a forlorn sigh of surrender. "Fine, I admit I don't want to feel the pressure of all the people thinking I should compete. Do you plan on going to Durmstrang?"
"Yes, but not for the tournament. I'm going there for the culture, the Viking history and their mythology," Belle beamed.
Elsa figured that would be the case since her friend enjoyed books of all kinds and has pretty much managed to read every single book in their library. So, a trip to Norway would give her the chance to learn about the rich heritage it offered. "Then, I hope you enjoy yourself."
"You know your cousin is coming along as well," she informed. "Which means-"
"I'll be alone," Elsa finished sadly.
"Don't say it like that, but yeah, pretty much for the whole school year," she admitted placing a hand on her friend's shoulder.
Elsa bit her bottom lip a habit she formed a lifetime ago. She didn't like the idea of being alone anymore than the next person. She didn't have any family anymore, and if her best friend and cousin left for the north she would be without them. "Alright, I guess I can go, Headmistress Cruella de Vil will probably force me to anyway," Elsa noticed the way Belle's brown eyes shimmered with hope, "but don't expect me to complete," she added sternly.
Belle gave the blonde an awkward side hug. "It will be great just you wait. Action, adventure, and the possibly at romance."
Elsa choked on a laugh, "Belle, this isn't one of your books. Plus, I highly doubt anyone from our school will fall in love with a crude, fur wearing, cold-hearted person."
The brunette mocked a gasp, "Elsa, don't talk about our Headmistress like that."
Meeting gazes the pair laughed knowing it was true, but in the back of Elsa's mind she wondered if she did have the ability to love anyone.
Further up north in the vast and mythical Scandinavian countries near an icy mountain range stood Durmstang a school known for its dark arts. The students are barbaric at best, winters are long and cold, summer are short, but heart, freeing, there are forests haunted by creatures that would any Muggle insane, and the mountains calls your name. However, it was home to the students who lived, and learned there. From the highest peak on the mountains, to rippling water of the fjord.
Two reflections zipped across the fjords clear waters. The one in the lead was Astrid, a rugged girl with dirty blonde hair, who when not in the traditional blood robes wore Viking armor. She glanced back seeing the other rider trailing close behind her. "Come on Anna," she taunted. "Do you really think you beat me?"
Not far behind rode Anna Eriksson another seventh year with vibrant red hair, teal eyes, and a stubborn personality. She leaned forward to gain speed, closing the gap between them. She wasn't going to let her rival and friend win, not this time. Racing up beside the blonde the pair locked gazes. Anna smiled, winked coyly, before zooming pass crossing the finish line. Landing on the sand Anna jumped in victory. "I can't believe I beat you, Astrid!"
The Viking girl punched Anna in the arm,"That's for beating me in my element." She grabbed Anna by the sleeve, bringing her closer, and pressed her lips against one of her freckles cheeks, "And that's your congrats."
Anna rubbed her arm, "Astrid, I will never understand you, but thanks."
The rest of their group finally landed and Snoutlot placed his arms around both girl's shoulders. "Ladies, it was a pleasure to be beaten by such skillful goddesses."
The pair rolled their eyes, knowing the stout teenager tried to put on the charm. A larger boy, unable to even keep his broom in the air, landed on top of Snoutlot crushing him into the sand. "Sorry, Snout," he cringed. The two girls shared in a good laugh at his expense.
Last landed the twins Ruffnut and Tuffnut, who spent most of the race arguing about something. What about? No one ever really knew. To Anna it didn't really matter 'cause the group was made of her greatest friends.
"Guys, guys," a boy in the distance shouted. The group's attention went to him as the guy tripped, landing face first into the sand. The twins, Snoutlot laughed. "Good one Hic."
Anna covered her mouth, trying not laugh at the poor guys misery.
He got up and brushing him off. "Yeah, yeah," he mocked, "make fun of the guy missing a leg. Very funny."
"Now, what are you going to tell us?" Anna inquired.
"Right, mo- Professor Valka," the group snickered, knowing Hicupp's mom was the Headmistress. "Just informed me the Triwizard Tournament will be held here this year."
"Awesome, home school advantage," Ruffnut exclaimed.
"We'll show them perfect Hogwarts students who's the best," Tuffnut added.
"And don't forget those prissy Beauxbatons girls," Snoutlot laughed.
"Uh, guys," Fishlegs began, "Who should do think is most likely to win?"
Everyone exchanged glances before Anna thought of the best candidate. "Astrid, Astrid," Anna started to chant.
The rest joined in, until the blonde silenced them with a raise of her hand. "Okay, I'll enter on one condition." She wrapped an arm around Anna's shoulders. "If my best friend Anna enters as well."
Anna wasn't sure about the idea. The fame, glory, honor, and cash prize sounded good, but the redhead wasn't sure if she was worthy of the challenges. "I'll have to think about it," she finally replied.
A/N: So, first chapter is more introduction and how different their lives are. Plus, I really hope I got the How to Train Your Dragon characters down alright. Side note: I'll hopefully have the next chapter for The Dragon Queen up by at least Sunday or Monday. Thanks for reading and do what you guys do.