The Other Prince

By Alex H S

Summary: After the war, Harry was dumped through the veil; "He must be dark!" they said, "no one can control elements naturally!"

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or Frozen, it would be awesome if I did but I don't.

-T.O.P-

Chapter 2

The Awakening

Harry awoke to the feeling of blistering heat. He moaned and tried opened his eyes but was shushed by someone who was sat next to his bedside. He quickly slipped out of consciousness again.

This routine repeated for a week, quite against Harry's will. One week exactly after he had first awoke, though; he fully regained consciousness.

Opening his eyes, he was greeted by a large room covered in silvers and reds. In fact, the layout reminded him of a mixture between the Gryffindor common room and the dormitory. Frowning at the similarity, he sat up in bed. Looking around again, he noticed a large balcony at the end of the room.

Getting out of bed, he slowly walked over to it, often having to use some of the furniture to support his weight. He made it out on the balcony and gasped at the sight. He was quite clearly in a castle, one belonging to royalty if he wasn't mistaken. The castle was surrounded by an entire kingdom. The amount of people he could see in the one village astounded him.

"It's beautiful isn't it. His majesty insisted that we give you this room; it has the best view out of all the rooms in the castle. He seemed to know who you were so none of us questioned it."

Harry had whirled around when the voice had first spoken and had gazed at the man as he had finished speaking. "The King knows me?" was the only thing that Harry could voice at that moment. He tried to get back to a chair to rest, but he didn't make it and collapsed at the doors that led back into the room. The man ran over to him and supported his weight as he made his way over to the chair in front of the fire.

"Thanks, who are you, exactly? No offense or anything but, I'm not exactly comfortable around strangers…"

"Oh, of course. My name is Edward, and I have been assigned to look after you whilst you are recovering."

"Hi Edward, I'm Harrison, but everyone calls me Harry."

Edward shook Harry's out held hand, frowning at the cold temperature of his skin.

"Maria, she's the castles head chef, told me that the King is going to visit you in here for lunch. He's had some clothes made for you so you don't have to wear those…things…you arrived in."

Harry laughed at the distaste on Edwards face as he spoke of his prison clothes, "Don't worry, I didn't wear those rags by choice, Edward. I have better taste than that."

Edward joined in with the laughter and the two men spent the next couple of hours getting to know each other.

At midday, Edward helped Harry into a silver shirt and black trousers. Harry didn't feel very comfortable in them but felt that he would get used to the style in time. He had also put on some of the softest black, knee-high boots he had ever felt. Edward had had to help him at some points as he was still bruised from the battle and Azkaban. Also, he didn't have a lot of strength as he hadn't really eaten for over a week.

An hour later, there was a knock at the door and Edward went to answer it. When he opened the door, he bowed his head and said his greetings, when he realised that it was the King.

"Thank you, Edward. You can go see Miranda now."

Edward blushed, but nodded smiled none the less.

Harry had stiffened after hearing the voice that spoke from behind him. He couldn't even think to hope that it might be. Not now.

"Harry…" came softly from the doorway.

Harry jumped out of the chair as quick as he could and stared at his guest.

"Sirius?"

Harry grinned as the man nodded and practically flew into his godfathers arms. Sirius gave his godson a firm hug as they both let out their feelings in their tears. They both just sat there for the next few hours curled up next to each other on the couch. Harry had his head resting on Sirius' shoulder whilst Sirius had his arm around his godson.

Eventually Harry told Sirius about his entire life, his godfather having missed most of it. The two of them laughed and cried together, but both of them were glad that the other was there.

After Harry had finished calming Sirius down after he almost destroyed the room in his anger, Sirius told Harry of his life after he arrived.

"I turned up quite like you did. It was five years ago to me as well. I landed in a village on the brink of death, I was so confused when I woke up. I didn't really remember anything at the time, the only thing I really remembered was that I was a wizard and how to use my powers. About a year before I arrived, a civil war broke out in the kingdom. The King had just died but he hadn't left behind an heir so there were about five factions competing for complete control over the kingdom. It was obvious that none of them cared about the people in the village."

"So how did you become King?"

"Well, I…er…created my own faction. The war raged for three years, with eventually only mine and Sir Leron's faction's left. Leron had conscripted most of his army from the villages he had overrun. My soldiers were all treated the same as I was, we held mutual trust and all of them were volunteers. We trained and fought together…we lived, and cleaned together. We were complete equals back then. But, when I won the war, three years ago, most of the people in the Kingdom wanted me to become King. They knew I was fair and treated everyone fairly, a desirable trait in a king it seems."

Harry snorted, "I never would have made you King, Siri. You're an idiot."

Sirius laughed and shoved Harry over. Harry laughed but got up, Sirius prepared to jump onto him when Harry morphed into Arctic and jumped on Sirius. Sirius lay there staring at the playful wolf sat on him and laughed. The wolf started to wag its tail and gave Sirius a big lick across the face.

Sirius laughed, "Harry! When did you do it! Do you have a name?"

Wolf Harry barked and changed back.

"I managed it the year I would have graduated from Hogwarts. And yes, I do have a name. Introducing, Mr Arctic." Harry announced his name with a great big flourished bow.

"Harry, I wanted to talk to you about something. I almost forgot with all the fun we've been having. In the five years that I've lived in this Kingdom, it's become my home. I never thought that I would say that anywhere but Potter Manor was my home but…this Kingdom, look at it; I know the people, the businesses, the life. I don't want this Kingdom thrown back into war when I eventually die."

Sirius ignored Harry as he muttered, "Yeah, it had better be of old age this time."

"So, to prevent that from happening, I need an heir. Would you be the heir, pup? I mean, only if you want to but it would mean a lot to me and you're my son in your own way."

"Sirius! Calm down, of course I will be; but, will I have to wear stuffy outfits? Also, what would I have to do, I mean, back in England the royal family had to do loads of things an-"

"Harry! Being a royal here is different from back there. Here, my word is law, mostly…er, there used to be seven Kingdoms, but now there's five; one was absorbed by us and the other by Arendelle. Ours is now the second largest kingdom. There's Arendelle, Black Isle, Southern Isles, Corona and Sandes."

"Will I be Prince or anything?"

"Yep! Crown Prince Harrison James Arcturus of Black Isle. In royal families, the King, Queen and crowned heir don't have last names."

Harry snorted, "Sounds stupid."

Sirius just nodded in agreement.

"Will I have to call you…Dad?"

"Only if you want to Harry. It's up to you, I could be your uncle if you like."

Harry hesitated, "Could I call you Papa?"

Sirius grinned, "Of course pup! Now, if I'm not mistaken, it's dinner time. Do you want to come with me or eat here? I think Maria said that it was a roast dinner tonight. You know, I didn't even know that they had roast dinner's here until I became King! It's a crime I tell you!"

Harry laughed, "I'll come, I want to explore a bit."

Sirius clapped his hands, "We'd best get you properly dressed then, pup."

Harry was then handed a maroon waistcoat with silver buttons to put on. He was about to do so when Sirius shoved a dark grey tailcoat jacket into his arms, as well as a black piece of fabric. He was then given gold braids of different sizes and lengths, two medals and a pin. Harry stared at everything having no idea how to put half of the clothes that were in his arms, on. Eventually, he put on the waistcoat, though Sirius had to do up the buttons. He put the tailcoat on by himself but Sirius had to help with the gold shoulder braids that stated that he was a prince. Harry couldn't reach up to put them in place so Sirius had unbuttoned the epaulettes and done it himself.

The medals were pinned to the right side of his chest, the one with the purple ribbon representing his birth into the royal family. The medal with the red ribbon represented his position as a Prince of the Black Isle. The pin was placed on the left hand epaulette, representing his status as Crown Prince.

Harry had stared at the piece of fabric his godfather had offered in complete confusion.

"It's a cravat." At Harry's blank look he continued, "It's like an old-fashioned tie. You have to wear it."

At Harry's rebellious look Sirius sighed, "Harry, this is going to be the first time that you're going to be seen out in public since you arrived. The ribbons donate you as a Prince, you need to make a good impression."

"Okay, but I am never wearing them unless I absolutely have to."

"Fine now look, I'll show you how to tie one."

After Sirius had demonstrated how to tie the cravat, on himself, he passed it to Harry.

"Can't you do it for me?"

Sirius relented and tied it for him.

"There, now you look the part."

"Sirius, I feel like an idiot."

"You look like one too!" Sirius laughed, ducking the slap his adoptive son sent his way.

He ran out of the room, but Harry was hot on his heels. The staff that were walking the halls shook their heads at the playfulness of their King with the strange boy that had appeared in the middle of the courtyard. Only some of the keener eyed staff noticed the golden braid on the young man's arm, thereby understanding why the King was behaving like that.

Eventually the two of them arrived at the smallest dining room, though it could still seat twenty people comfortably.

"Harry, just to let you know, we have guests."

"What! You never told me that!"

"Well, I knew that if I told you about the guests, you wouldn't come down." Sirius explained, with no remorse in his voice. Harry just harrumphed but he placed a polite expression on his face.

Sirius patted his godson on the shoulder and opened the doors to dining room.

"Sorry I'm late, I had to help my son. Harrison, meet King Walter and Queen Evelyn of Arendelle. Walter, Evelyn, meet my son, Crown Prince Harrison."

Harry bowed in the direction of the two guests, "Your majesty; milady."

"It's good to meet you, Harrison." The King held out a hand for Harry to shake and Harry gave a firm handshake. He then bowed to the Queen and kissed the back of her hand.

"I didn't know you had a son, Sirius."

Sirius had taken his seat at the head of the table with Walter on his right, and Harry on his left. Evelyn was sat next to her husband.

"I was…taken…away from Harrison about five years ago. He was only discovered earlier this week; that was why I had to leave at certain points, my apologies."

"No apologies necessary, Sirius. I understand that losing a child is difficult." This time, it was Queen Evelyn that replied, "Although we still have both of our daughters, watching one of them distance themselves from you so much that you barely see them is abhorrent."

This piece of information peaked Harry's interest as the four of them started their first course. He made a mental note to find out all that he could about the two princesses of Arendelle.

Throughout the rest of the dinner, the two Kings talked whilst Harry and Evelyn held polite conversation. After they finished the last course, the four of them retired to the sitting room that was nearby.

Sirius sat in an armchair, whilst Walter and Evelyn sat on the couch. Harry sat in a hardback chair that was as far away from the fire as was possible without seeming suspicious.

Harry had never been very comfortable around adults, even when they seemed nice. Also, one of the servants had lit the fire, making Harry dangerously hot, even though it was quite cold outside. He pulled on the collar of his shirt discretely, and wiped his forehead. Evelyn had noticed this and narrowed her eyes. It wasn't at all hot in the room, yet the boy was acting as if it was the middle of summer and there was a fire burning in the grate.

Harry reached for his goblet of wine to take a sip, but when he picked it up, a servant burst into the room to speak to his father, startling him. The goblet suddenly froze in his hand. Harry stared at his hand in horror. Looking up, he noticed the three monarchs staring at him in amazement, not being able to stand the attention, Harry shot out of his seat and ran out of the room.

Evelyn, understanding what the boy must have been going through, rose from next to her husband and went after the young prince.

"Sirius, your son has power over ice?"

Sirius sat there in amazement, "Presumably so…why did he never tell me?"

"Sirius, it isn't that hard to miss. The magic acts up all of the time, it's easy to spot."

Sirius sighed and turned to face his closest ally, "Walter, I did not raise my son. I first met him, aside from when he was a baby, when he was thirteen years old. He tried to kill me. There is a lot about me that you don't know, Walter. I disappeared from his life only two years later, still not having had a chance to get him to move in with me. I know practically nothing about him."

"Sirius, why didn't you tell me? I would have helped you find him, just as I helped you to win the war…"

Sirius laughed, but it was a sardonic laugh. "I don't come from around here, he wasn't in this Kingdom, or any of the others. I had to wait for him to come to me, and even then that might never have happened. It was by pure chance that I ever managed to see him again. Walter, will your wife be ok?"

"She knows how to handle this sort of thing, Sirius."

"How?"

Walter paused, debating whether to tell his trusted friend how they knew how to handle these sorts of situations, eventually his trust in the man won out and he told him.

"My eldest daughter, Elsa; she also possesses the power of snow and ice. She was born with it, and I'm guessing that Harrison was as well, given the way he reacted. Elsa doesn't even let us touch her, not even to give her a pat on the shoulder, or a hug from her mother."

Sirius sat there in contemplative silence, "Harrison is a very self-conscious person; he never really trusts adults, even now. From what I know, which isn't even everything, those who brought him up weren't the nicest of people towards him."

"Sirius, the boy will be fine. Evelyn will take good care of him, she knows what to do. Now, I want to hear about this wedding that the Earl of Sampton is having in two months; do you think that his brother, the Duke of Weselton will be there?"

Harry raced through the castle, running with no meaning or direction, eventually he came upon the back door; it lead to the lake. Running outside, he slowed to a stop and took deep calming breaths. Harry looked around and sat down on the rock closest to the lake.

He hadn't lost control like that in years, why now? He tried to create the ice statues and everything else that he used to be able to do but nothing was controlled.

"Harrison…"

Harry whirled around, scared as he noticed Queen Evelyn standing there in the doorway. He backed away, "Don't come near me, I don't want to hurt you, milady."

"You won't hurt me. The fear that you are feeling right now prevents you from controlling yourself. Your powers are fuelled by your emotions, remain calm and you will have better control."

Harry took deep calming breaths as she suggested, eventually, when his heart rate had returned to normal, he spoke.

"How did you know that?"

Evelyn's face seemed to have a tinge of sadness in it, "My eldest daughter, Elsa, has the same gift as you. She is no better at controlling it than you are. She does remain calm and composed on the outside though. My husband suggested the use of gloves to prevent her from freezing everything she touches. It seems to work so she rarely takes them off when outside of her room now, even at dinner she keeps them on."

"Was she born with them as well?"

"Yes, one of her father's Viking ancestor's was cursed with the ice magic; but even though he was cleansed, you can never rid one who has been cursed completely of the curse. Elsa is the first person in the family to have ever gained the gift."

"It's not a gift. It's a curse."

Evelyn frowned, "That kind of mentality makes it worse. Elsa is petrified of her powers, has been since she was eight years old. Anna, my youngest, was accidently hit by Elsa's magic and Elsa has stayed away from her sister since."

"How long has she hidden her powers?"

"For the last ten years; the gates to our castle are almost permanently closed, opening only when we leave or arrive. I don't think that Elsa has been outside for ten years."

Harry frowned, "I never used to have any problems controlling them; the last time I had problems was when I was ten, I was in my…room…and my relatives had put the…fire…on, it was a very cold winter, you see. My powers burst everywhere, freezing most of the house, my body can't stand the heat."

"Elsa seems to regularly make it snow in her room as well as freezing large sections of the wall."

Harry hesitated and gathered his thoughts, "Do the gloves really help?"

"Yes, Elsa has never had any problems when wearing them."

"I'll give that idea a try, I just want these powers under control again."

A month later, Walter and Evelyn left for their own Kingdom. Evelyn gave one a present to the prince before they left, a pair of dark grey gloves that, unknowingly, matched Elsa's.

"Do you have to go?"

"You'll be fine, Harry."

Two months later, Harry and Sirius received news of the pair's deaths.

Harry couldn't leave his room because of how distraught he was. He couldn't even go to the funeral, everything around him was frozen.

I know that Harry seems very blasé in this fic, but this war went on longer than that of cannon. Harry is currently...what...19? So, yeah... Ah, about Elsa, Anna, Kristoff etc... Harry WILL be paired with Elsa. Those hoping different, I'm sorry but I hate Hans and I love Anna and Kristoff too much to split them up. Also, Elsa has SERIOUS confidence issues. But, who can blame her?

Okay, so it's been a while since I've updated, I'm sorry. But I've got exams on at the moment, the real deal. Passing over that, I am astounded at the following this fic has gained since I first published this fanfic, and I am extremely grateful to everyone who has either followed, favourited or reviewed.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy this fic enough to rate and review if you wish to.

Alex H S