Elsa took a deep breath and opened the door to her new room. There was no reason to be so worried she told herself. Her powers were firmly under control, and Crown Royal Academy was no stranger to magical students anyway. Odds were that she wouldn't even be the only girl on her floor that had magic. It didn't help in the slightest, but she kept repeating it to herself.

"Oh hi!" A happy voice with a slight Camelot accent called. Elsa looked around in confusion, trying to see where the speaker was. She noticed a young woman who looked to be about her age sitting on one of the three beds, reading a book. The other young woman was wearing a tight lavender t-shirt and skinny jeans, with wavy brown hair that, quite frankly, seemed ridiculously long to Elsa.

"She can't see you down there Puppy." The young woman sighed in fond exasperation.

"Meg! I told you not to call me that." The Camelot accent complained. A second later a second young woman stood up from between Meg's bed and another bed, blushing slightly. The other young woman was shorter than Elsa or Meg, with brown hair pulled back in a loose ponytail, her bangs in her face. She wore a purple t-shirt as well, though hers was violet in color with long sleeves, black leather gloves, and khaki corduroy pants. Elsa blinked.

"What were you doing down there?"

"Push ups." The Camelot girl said with a shrug, as if it was the most normal thing in the world to be doing. Which maybe it was. Elsa wasn't exactly a good standard for normal after all. Meg rolled her eyes and put her book down.

"Yeah, Puppy here is the girliest butch chick you'll ever see."

"Stop calling me that!" The Camelot girl pouted, poking Meg in the side. "My name is Kayley! How is that hard to remember?"

"I'll stop calling you Puppy when you stop acting like one." Meg replied.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt your studying or your...exercising." Elsa apologized. Meg laughed.

"Oh, this wasn't studying." She assured Elsa, holding up the book she'd been reading. "Not for school anyway."

"Meg never studies." Kayley informed Elsa.

"Not a bit." Meg agreed, nodding. Elsa raised an eyebrow.

"What were you reading then?" Meg gave her a surprised look.

"What, you've never heard if reading for pleasure before?" She asked, practically purring the word 'pleasure'. Kayley groaned.

"Meg, I've told you, that phrase doesn't mean what you think it means." Elsa blushed as the full implications hit her. "And you weren't interrupting! I was almost done anyway, I was just bored."

"You exercise when you're bored?"

"Yeah." Meg chuckled.

"Like I said, butch." Kayley stuck her tongue out at Meg, but Meg ignored her. "Now then, introductions. Who are you and where are you from?"

"I am Elsa of Arendelle."

"Alright. What's your title?" Elsa blinked, surprised by the blunt question.

"What?" Meg rolled her eyes.

"C'mon Snowflake," Elsa spluttered at the nickname, but Meg ignored her, just as she'd ignored Kayley. "Everyone knows Crown Royal's for nobles. We've got one scholarship student, and you're not her." Before Elsa could ask how Meg knew this, the brunette explained. "From what I hear she's Russian, and even butcher than Puppy here." Kayley poked Meg in the side indignantly, but Meg ignored her once again. Elsa looked at Kayley.

"She's not going to let this go, is she?"

"Nope. She bugged me about it for two whole weeks when I first got here. Best to just tell her now and get it over with."

"Very well." Elsa straightened to her full height. "I am the Crown Princess of Arendelle, Elsa of the Deepest Winter." Meg whistled.

"Nice royal nickname." She said appreciatively. Elsa raised an eyebrow.

"And you are?" Meg looked startled for a moment, then snorted.

"Right, I suppose turnabout's fair play. I'm Princess Megara of Greece." Elsa frowned. Greece was a confederation of city states, each with its own king and assorted royalty. Currently the power lay largely in Sparta, but Athens looked as though it was planning on making moves soon. Frankly, Meg might as well have said that she was a princess of Europe. She opened her mouth to ask for more clarification, but Kayley cut her off.

"She won't tell you." She told Elsa. "No matter how matter you ask, Meg refuses to say what part of Greece she's from. It's best to just not ask." And then she bowed to Elsa. To Elsa's surprise, it was the bow of a high knight to their liege lord. Or lady in this case. Elsa wondered if Kayley realized that she'd just pledged to defend and served Elsa for as long as they lived with that bow. "I am Lady Kayley of the Singing Blade, the Shining Knight of Camelot." Elsa fought to keep her jaw from dropping. She'd known that she recognized the name when Kayley had first said it, but it hadn't 'clicked' until just then. Standing in front of her was the girl who'd saved Camelot at the age of sixteen, the girl who'd been knighted by King Arthur himself. The girl who, a mere six months after being knighted, had killed the dark knight Mordred in single combat. This was the girl who the captain of the Arendelle royal guard had called one the most dangerous non magical warriors in the world. Which made her less of a threat than Elsa herself, but still. Then she realized something else-Kayley had known exactly what she was doing with that bow.

"Hey, how come I didn't get the fancy bow?" Meg complained.

"Well, for one she kind of outranks you." Kayley pointed out. "Unless you're a Spartan of course." Meg's face remained carefully blank. "And secondly..." Kayley blushed and looked down, playing with an imaginary pebble with her foot. "She's nicer." Meg grinned widely.

"Nicer, right." Then she noticed that Elsa was still standing. "Hey, you can sit down you know. The bed by the window's open." Elsa frowned.

"But if that's not your bed, why were you between Meg's bed and the empty bed?" She asked Kayley.

"Because my desk is by the window." Elsa looked at the three desks, which were lined up across from the beds, with five feet of space between the foot of the beds and the desks. Her frown of confusion deepened.

"Yeah, Kayley stays by the window during the day, and by the door at night." Meg said with a shrug, reopening her book. "Go figure." Elsa raised an eyebrow at Kayley, who shrugged uncomfortably and sat down at the desk in question.

Author's Notes

Ok, so a few things. First off no, I'm not god moding Kayley. As Elsa implied, she could kick the crap out of Kayley because, well, magic. But come on! Kayley outsmarted the guy who got the drop on King Arthur, Merlin, and the Knights of the around Table. Yeah, she had help, but still.

Secondly, an explanation of Elsa. In this story, Anna's not Elsa's sister, because I like Elsanna, but not incest. At any rate, without a younger sibling Elsa didn't have an accident that made her terrified of her powers. She's wary of them, but not terrified, and has been raised to use them in self defense. Not necessarily to make her a weapon or a soldier, but so she could protect herself if need be.

Thirdly, an explanation of this world. This is basically a world where magic exists, but electricity, gunpowder, steam power, and such don't work, similar to S M Stirling's Emberverse but if humanity had never gotten past mostly 1700's technology in the first place. Arendelle is pretty much all of Scandinavia, and Camelot is all the British Isles except for Scotland. Greece...is exactly the same as it is in the real world. Further geography will come up as further characters come in. So expect a pretty big author note in the next chapter, when I introduce 9 more characters.

And finally, yes, Kayley has a crush on Elsa, but Elsanna is still endgame! Anna will be introduced in the next chapter, don't worry.