"Obliviate is a spell that can be used to erase memories from an individual's mind."
It was one of those nights where Harry, Ron, and Hermione spent hours and hours discussing their options as to how they can defeat You-Know-Who. They've decided to have their meeting in Moaning Myrtle's bathroom just above the Great Hall—much to Myrtle's delight—and of course, most of the logical and profound ideas came from Hermione. After spending half of the time bickering with Ron, Granger decided to call it a night. It was time for bed. Filch was on a roll and the last thing Hermione wanted was to get caught—or worse, expelled. She carefully made her way back to the Gryffindor's girls' dormitories when she saw her standing there.
Elsa Arendelle.
Stoic. Blonde. Beautiful. Pale. Cold blue eyes void of emotion.
The only witch and person in all of Hogwarts that made Hermione question her competency.
The only academics "rival" worthy of Hermione. A Slytherin.
Elsa Arendelle, more infamously known as "The Ice Queen" was in the Gryffindor territory where she did not belong. Hermione narrowed her eyes and carefully rummaged through her robe pocket for her wand, ready for combat. Her eyes burned against Elsa's back, and she craned her neck to see what the intruder was doing and whose bed she was standing in front of.
It was Anna Arendelle's bed. Hermione didn't know much about Elsa, but she knew Anna. Harry had introduced them a while back and she had grown very fond of the girl ever since. She knew Anna Arendelle as this spunky and optimistic younger sister of Elsa—something that she had a hard time believing. How could this kind and friendly girl be the sister of someone so detached and heartless like the Ice Queen? One of the reasons why Elsa irked her was because of how she treated Anna: Ignoring her. Pretending not to see her when she passes by her in the hallways. Never acknowledging her presence. Hermione thought Elsa was ruthless and hated her sister for whatever reason. And for that, she had decided she didn't want to be around Elsa. She made sure to involve Anna in her group of friends sensing how lonely the younger girl was considering how her sister—someone who should've been taking care of her—treated her like she didn't exist.
The blonde was muttering something under her breath, and Hermione strained her ears in attempt to hear what was being said. She tightened her grip on her wand while Elsa covered her eyes with the back of her arm, still unaware of Hermione's presence.
Hermione noted the drop of temperature in the room, but she stood rigid from where she was standing. She had never seen Elsa like this before. The usually poised and well-postured girl had her shoulders drooping and her arms wrapped around her waist. Elsa was unusually paler than usual, and those intimidating blue eyes were glossy and stained with a hint of red—an indication that she may have been crying for a quite some time. There were bags under her eyes and her face traced the outline of her cheekbones. She looked like someone who has not eaten in days.
"Obli….obli…obli—" Elsa tried once more in a broken whimper. Her voice wobbled and her lips trembled. Hermione was caught off guard for Elsa Arendelle had started sobbing.
Obliviate?
Why was Elsa trying to cast the Memory Charm spell on Anna? Before Hermione could react, Elsa lowered her wand and a look of yearning etched itself on her features. Elsa stared at her sister and noted how she has grown a little bit taller. How the freckles on her face increased in number. Her hair had grown longer, too. And she still snored while she slept. Carefully, oh so carefully, she dared to touch Anna's forehead with the tips of her fingers. A small smile graced her face and she trailed her hand across Anna's cheek, memorizing the warmth of her skin and the way she scrunched up her nose at the contact.
A soft sigh escaped Elsa's lips and tears started to brim under her lashes once more, threatening to fall on her cheeks. Out of earshot, Hermione heard words she had not expected from Elsa. She was so transfixed by what was happening in front of her that she did not realize she had lowered her wand.
"Anna," Elsa croaked. "I'm so sorry. But you must forget me—I'll just end up hurting you again. I'm only doing this to protect you. I love you so much," she confessed, her voice uneven and betraying her. "I love you so much. Always."
Obliviate. Elsa wanted Anna to forget her. She wanted to erase Anna's memories of her. But why? Why now? What for?
Elsa summoned whatever courage she had left and raised her wand again before wiping her eyes with the back of her hand. She took an intake of breath and straightened her stance. After witnessing what just happened, Hermione decided to cast a spell of her own.
"Accio wand!" she commanded in a sharp whisper, prompting Elsa's wand to follow her voice. Elsa snapped her head, breathless, and was met by Hermione holding her own wand and hers.
Calm brown eyes were met by frantic blues.
Hermione looked at Elsa and then at Anna and then at Elsa again. Anna was dead to the world and oblivious to what was happening. Before Elsa could open her mouth, Hermione cut her off in a low and serious tone.
"Arendelle, we need to talk."