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A Series of Slytherin Events

Chapter Three: Plan

"Oh dear." Ollivander saw the nervous ticks and looked as though he was about to have a heart attack. "You mean you are a…Queen?" Elsa nodded. "This is going to complicate things."

"What do you mean? I mean, I understand that being from royalty may complicate things in general, however, the way you're panicking indicates it's going to be more than that. "

"One word, Pure-bloods."

"Pure-bloods? What is that? It sounds like some sort of disease."

Ollivander chuckled, "No Elsa. What I mean is that they have wizard blood running through their veins and nothing else. No muggles or creatures in the bloodline. Just pure wizard."

"…It still sounds like a disease."

"Between you and me my dear, I think so too. Just don't let anyone else hear you say that. Pure-bloods are very touchy when it comes to their ancestry. It's best to keep on their good side as they can sway the ministry and have power and money to prove it." Ollivander made a motion for Elsa to follow him to the back of the shop. "Come. You must learn the ways here and the dangers of the Wizarding world." He conjured a floating pair of keys from the right of the shop and into his hands.

"Wait! So you're just going to help me? Just like that? You just met me."

"Be that as it may, Elsa, I get the feeling that you are going to influence this side of the pond a great deal. I would rather prepare you than let you outside and fed to the wolves of this society. I also have a good eye to these kinds of things. Come, come." Already she could tell the difference in his tone as it turned to that of an old grandfather. "Rule number one of surviving in this type of environment. Know who to trust and to follow your gut instinct. I've learned that by doing so will ensure you a long and prosperous life." Ollivander opened a locked door at the back of the shop. A series of locks clicked behind the door as it opened.

"Due to the circumstances of your arrival, I believe that a source of income will be beneficial to you. Tell me my dear, what are your strengths?"

"Well, I am well versed in economics, mathematics, science, and history." She pondered as the years that she locked herself in her room keeping away from Anna and had nothing to do but continue her studies. Not only the economy of her kingdom, but of also those around the world.

"Hmmmm. As an economist, you can become a financial risk analyst, or possibly an investment analyst. Though it would mean you need to know the needs and wants of Wizard Society. Science could possibly help with potion brewing, chemistry I believe is the closest to it. History may help with muggle studies if you decide to find a career with it in the future. Mathematics is a somewhat similar concept to Arithmancy, but you need to understand magical properties. Do you have any other talents?" Elsa obviously did not know what the differences in mathematics and Arithmancy would be and wondered what they were, and did not understand what he meant by "muggle studies".

"I know how to paint portraits…and I can sing?" Elsa said with a straight face. Not knowing if it really mattered.

"Paint? Oh! You simply must show me! I am sure they are lovely paintings." His eyes clouded in wonder.

Elsa smiled in amusement at his reaction and did not feel at all offended at being ignored about her singing. Truth be told, she was getting a bit tired of it. "I've been told that they come out okay. Is there a high demand for painters in the Wizarding World?" It seemed odd that the wizarding world would want such Renaissance jobs, instead of trying to revolutionize the way their society works. Then again, they are wizards and the norms of the outside world don't comply here.

He chuckled, "My dear, you have no idea. Wherever there are rich folks who enjoy showing their wealth there will always be a demand in wanting portraits done. Not to mention that one must have a gift for it. Not everyone is talented with a brush, many have tried, but very few show any promise."

She shook her head, "But how do I even get into the market? I doubt they will hire some random person like me. Not to mention the paperwork involved. There is paperwork involved, right?" Elsa does not need anymore. Working on paperwork while juggling Anna, Kristoff, Olaf, and occasionally Sven, to not do anything that would cause destruction in the castle is like asking a dog not to bark at squirrels.

"No need to worry dear. I actually have a friend who does business with these kinds of things."

"So you just happen to have a friend who works in this sort of business." Elsa stated not very convinced that

He smiled at Elsa brightly with a small mischievous smile. "The world works in mysterious ways." He turned and pulled out a dusty black cloak practically out from air. "This should do for the time being until we can get you proper robes. Just wear this over and make sure that none of your dress is shown." He threw the cloak over Elsa and tied it onto her and fixed the seams with a quick wave of his wand. "Follow me. I'll explain on the way." He reached over and pulled the hood over her head to cover her hair and part of her eyes. "Keep your head down until we can get to his shop."

Ollivander walked out of his shop with the Queen behind him as he led her through the now empty streets that were once buzzing with commotion. He explained about the portraits and the magic incorporated in order to give life into the piece of artwork. How it was usually the painters' job to put the enchantment on, but since Elsa was not a witch and was an elemental, there would have to be special circumstances for her to work without raising suspicion. Usually a painter would finish and enchant the painting as soon as it was done in the home of the patron and sold immediately. With Elsa being an elemental if there one mistake, she could accidentally reveal what she is to not just anyone, but those who are in league with the dark lord.

"Rule number two of the wizarding world, do not get attached to Pure-bloods without feeling them out first. Odds are, they care more about image than a person's feelings. Imagine the chaos if one finds they are friends with an elemental. They are attracted to power." She mentally pictured the drama, backstabbing and the killing. She winced. She had enough of that at Arendelle thank you very much.

"Rule number three, if for any reason you feel that you are about to be killed or brutally harmed, you are going to need to reveal your powers and defend yourself. One of the known laws of history after the extinction of elementals, is that no one is to do harm to one. Elementals come from a line of very long line of pure magic and rumored to be the children of magic herself. However, now that you are here, I'd have to say your kind are no longer extinct."

"The children of magic. Would the law to not do harm still apply to myself if elementals are extinct?" She questioned out loud.

"After the hunt, something happened. Something of epic proportions was felt throughout the world. It did not matter if you were a good person or bad, but many wizards started to die." Both stood next to an empty alleyway and turned in. "No one could understand what was going on, it was as if our own magic was attacking the insides of wizards. Killing them slowly and painfully. The ministries around the world kept a record of exactly how many died in their ruling. Many, if not all of the top potion masters from around came together to figure out a cure for this epidemic, but there was nothing that could be done about it. All of the leaders brought in numbers and calculated that exactly thirty thousand five-hundred and sixty six died. For some reason, that number meant something and no one could figure out what. Until about two weeks later a wizard from Egypt, Redore Attia, noticed the numbers matched up with the number of elementals that were killed in bloodshed all over the world. He brought it to the attention of his ministry and the news spread rather quickly throughout the wizarding world. Suddenly, as the population began to go around in hysterics, a message appeared before the ministries around the world. Hence the reason there is now a law about elementals being kept safe. The law is still in effect now as it was all those years ago."

Both of them looked at an old door in front of them as Ollivander knocked.

"What was the message that had everyone change their minds?"

"No one knows exactly how to translate it to this day, but the intent and feeling of it was very clear." He took a deep breath and released. "Magic…she was so very angry. No one had ever felt this sort of power before. She made her dislike of the way her children were massacred aware that no matter what language one spoke everyone understood perfectly. She took the same amount of lives of wizards and witches all over the world in exchange for the lives we took as retribution for what we had done."

"We?"

Ollivander did not turn to face Elsa and kept at the door. "I will admit that back in my days of youth, I have done many things that of which I most certainly am not proud of. It took me losing my wife and child to understand that my actions were wrong. So very wrong."

Elsa wasn't just surprised at his actions and loss of family, but also at how recent this massacre was. She did not hold those actions against him.

The door opened, allowing access to Elsa and Ollivander inside the dark room.