Harry Potter and Frozen are owned by their respective copyright owners.

A.N.

I have had a complaint that I did not warn people there would be spoilers for the Frozen movie in this story. Strange as it seems I will put a warning at the start of each further chapter...

Warning spoilers ahead for Frozen the Movie and the Harry Potter universe.
Reader discretion is advised.


"Conceal. Don't feel." Elsa muttered, grasping the candlestick and snuff box in front of her. Turning to stand in imitation of the portrait behind she continued.

"Put on a show."

Looking down at her hands she was shocked to see the candlestick and box was free of ice. Concentration wavering slightly from the unexpected success, ice began to spread from her fingertips along the candlestick and box. Quickly placing them back on the side, Elsa glared at her hands in betrayal.

"Make one wrong move and everyone will know."

Centring herself, Elsa took deep slow breaths. Glad it was only for today, Elsa steadied herself shoring up her mental discipline as she had learned to over the years. The delay in seeing the people was starting to become agony though as she just wanted it over and done with. Throwing open the doors Elsa strode out past her servants that had assisted her this morning and headed down into the antechamber. With the coronation happening today she had officially moved into the reigning monarchs wing of the castle. Although, consisting of six rooms in total it was a bit of a stretch to call it a wing but it was traditional.

Reaching the antechamber Elsa was relived to see Harry discussing security quietly with another guard. Some familiarity today would help calm her nerves around all the people.

Looking up at her entrance Harry nodded his head slightly, breaking off his conversation with the other guard.

"Your Highness." Harry greeted Elsa warmly, bowing low before her.

"Harry." Elsa replied warmly, "Its time."

Turning back to the guard he was speaking to before Harry barked, "Richards. Tell the men to open up the gates."

"Yes Lieutenant!" Richards replied, snapping a short salute at Harry and a bow for Anna before jogging out of the room.

"Lieutenant? When did that happen?" Elsa asked curious.

Smiling faintly, Harry replied, "A while back."

Nodding absently Anna looked towards the windows where she saw the gates opening, and Anna go rushing out into the city. "Anna." Elsa hissed exasperated.

"I expected this your Highness, two men are watching her, she'll be fine." Harry replied from behind her.

"What would we do without you?" Elsa remarked, still watching the window though now people were starting to come into the courtyard for a glimpse of the future queen.

"You would manage fine I wager."

Shaking her head fondly, Elsa moved towards the balcony doors, hesitating before indicating Harry to join her. "Come."

"Princess?" Harry replied, confused.

"You are the personal guard of the soon to be Queen. The people will need to know your face. Stand behind me." Elsa replied, opening the doors wide and stepping out.

"Always." Harry followed Elsa outside, standing behind and to the right of Elsa, visible to the crowd but not on display like Elsa.

Standing overlooking the crowd, Elsa chanted her mantra softly under her breath. Overall this was not as difficult as she thought it would be, though the combination of her chant and mental focus, her two concealing gloves she wore and Harry's comforting presence nearby ensured she felt protected and secure enough to quash any nervousness that could cause her to have a incident.

Taking one long and lasting look at the assembled common folk, Elsa released a deep breath and turned to leave the balcony.

"We need to head to the chapel for the ceremony." Elsa said.

Inclining his head as Elsa passed, Harry fell into step behind her as they travelled down the castle stairs to arrive outside the chapel in the castle where the bishop was waiting patiently for them. Well for Elsa at least.

"Your Highness." The bishop bowed low before Elsa, "Everything is prepared, we need only ring the bells to call the start to the ceremony."

Nodding Elsa replied, "Ring the bells two minutes from now. I just need to speak to Harry about security one moment."

"It will be done, your Highness." Giving another bow, the Bishop headed inside to the chapel to complete his task.

Turning to face Harry, Elsa took not of his amused expression before taking a deep breath. "Harry. Would you stand by the doors once the ceremony begins?" Elsa asked.

"If that is your wish." Harry replied. "Do you fear something will happen?"

Shaking her head Elsa said, "No, I don't think we will have any problems today. It is more for comfort. My personal comfort." Blushing lightly Elsa looked away, refusing to meet his eyes.

"I would gladly. Besides, as a final command from the princess goes, this is not too hard."

Smiling softly as Elsa turned back to him the pair just stood in silence looking into each others eyes. As the bells began to ring Elsa and Harry snapped out of their thoughts and averted their gaze. Shaking his head Harry grabbed the handle to the door in front of them and opened it wide.

Bowing and gesturing for Elsa to enter Harry said, "Your Highness. Arendelle awaits."


As bad experiences go this rates up there as the worst Elsa could remember. Due to the nature of her life so far Elsa could not remember a time she was with more than five people in a room at a single time. Usually it was just her Anna and Harry. As such she was finding it extremely difficult to keep her cool, so to speak, with so many people inside such a small Chapel.

Taking a quiet breath Elsa chanted in her mind, blocking out all other distractions.

Conceal. Don't feel.

Steadying her breaths Elsa stood, just waiting for her moment. Fortunately she didn't have to do anything until the orb and sceptre were presented.

Conceal it. Don't let it show.

The choir above her had finally stopped singing. It was almost time! Glancing to her side Elsa could see Anna give a little wave to someone, probably Harry. If only she could see him right now. He always managed to calm her by just being there.

Don't feel. Don't feel.

This was it, the bishop had the pillow and was turning back around. She as going to blow it. Her secret would come out and Anna would hate her. Everyone would hate her.

One wrong move...

Reaching out unsteady hands Elsa went to take the orb and sceptre when the bishop coughed slightly. "Your Highness. Your gloves." He muttered.

Conceal. Conceal.

Slowly pulling her gloves off and placing them on the pillow Elsa took a deep breath before taking up the tools of office, the orb and sceptre the sign of the monarch and her right to rule. Turing on the spot Elsa tried to look calm as she felt the ice ready itself to spread from her hands. Already she could feel it as the temperature of her hands began to drop.

"Queen Elsa of Arendelle." The Bishop intoned from behind her as the audience began to clap. Realising the ordeal was over Elsa was about to turn around and grab her gloves when she caught sight of Harry stood in front of the doors at the entrance to the chapel, clapping furiously and staring at her with eyes filled with pride. Calming herself Elsa just stared at him, her eyes looking into his from across the chapel all the while he just clapped, staring back with the same intensity. After what seemed like an age, Elsa felt a slight tug on her arm as Anna got her attention. Remembering the ceremony, Elsa placed the tools of office back down and donned her gloves once more.

Turning back to the crowd Queen Elsa stood regally, observing the crowd with a warm smile as they applauded her. Hearing the scratching of metal being unsheathed Elsa looked up to see Harry had unsheathed his sword and was holding it aloft.

"All hail Queen Elsa!" Harry cried, bringing attention from those people who were still clapping.

With a mass of hissing steel all the guards in the room held their blades in tandem with Harry. The congregation had stopped clapping now, this was unexpected for an Arendelle coronation.

Placing the sword tip on the ground Harry and the guards bowed as he had once before so many moons ago. Looking up at Elsa from his kneeling position he cried, "Long live the Queen!"

With a roar the assembled kneeling guards parroted his words back at him, "Long live the Queen!"

The declaration from the guards had reignited the crowd and as one with the kneeling guards they crowd began to chant. "Long live the Queen! Long live the Queen!"

Smiling widely, Elsa raised a hand in a wave distractedly as he stared openly into two deep green iris's filled with pride.


Harry stood to a side in the great ballroom, watching the party goers with interest. This was the first party he had been to since arriving in Arendelle and it was so very different than the boisterous explosion of sound that was the Gryffindors partying. That is until McGonagall came and sent them all to bed. This was calmer, with more chance for people to intermingle and easier to keep a eye on. Harry's eyes though, much like that of the entire room, were currently on the newly crowned Queen Elsa, ascending the dais to stand in front of her throne.

Elsa looked as beautiful as usual and Harry felt the warmth in his chest spread as he observed her for a moment. Oh he knew he had fallen for her, that much had been apparent to Harry for sometime now. It was inappropriate for someone of his station to think such things about his ruler, but looking on her now, the picture of poise and grace, it was so easy to fall for her all over again. Her lips full and red, a soft smile on her face and hair pulled back into a serviceable bun, blue streaks of ribbon running through it. She stood in such a way that made you acknowledge her courage and charisma but without the arrogance or sense of entitlement the nobility usually have.

But this was not the reason he was in love with her. No, it was the the two soul searching pools of icy blue. Her eyes were like a drug to him, an addiction that he hoped to never be cured of. When he gazed into those vast oceans he saw so much mirrored back, layers upon layers of masks and feelings. He learned so much from those eyes and yet nothing at all. She was a complex creature, the Queen Elsa and that was the reason Harry loved her.

Snapped out of his observations and personal torture Harry noted Anna had been placed next to Elsa and the two were chatting slightly, giggling over something as well by the looks of things. Harry noted the court announcer and the Duke of Weselton joining the conversation. The Duke was a curious fellow, not actually of the nobility of Weselton. His family was elevated to his rank four generations ago by the King of Weselton for duties to the crown. The latest Duke was a old man with out heirs and was not up to the stature of his ancestors, both metaphorically and literally. It was said he did not want children due to the possibility of them killing him and taking his place in the future. After all, the rumours suggested he may of done so to his father on the eve of his twenty first birthday. And like father, like son.

The conversation appeared to be over though and with a energetic display Anna was led off for a dance with the diminutive Duke. Elsa seemed apologetic about this though and curious Harry decided to speak to Elsa quickly whilst she was alone.

Sidling up to Elsa Harry gave a low bow before looking up at the smile on Elsa's face.

"My Queen." Harry said

"Harry." Elsa replied.

Another fleeting moment of silence ensued as they looked into each others eyes for a second before Harry moved up beside her, turning to observer the crowd once more.

"Princess Anna seems to be having fun." Harry stated, watching her sway slightly as the Duke leapt foolishly around her.

Giggling guiltily Elsa replied, "Yes I may have passed off my dancing duties to Anna this evening. I'll repay her." The duo watched as the Duke leapt once more landing smartly on Anna's foot and dress. "Somehow."

Harry frowned in displeasure, "That's not even dancing, its more borderline attacking her then dancing."

"Ah yes," Elsa replied, grinning lightly, "Your hobby as a dance maestro. Perhaps you should save my sister from such a injustice as poor dancing."

Scoffing slightly at Elsa's teasing tone Harry said, "Poor dancing is much than a simple injustice, it is a crime like no other. Regardless, a simple Lieutenant of the guards would not dare to interrupt a Duke to dance with a Princess. It is too far above my station." Bitterness tinged Harry's words.

Eyebrow raised, Elsa turned slightly observe Harry beside her before stating, "Perhaps. But if she is to be your future bride it could be permitted."

Shaking his head Harry turned slightly as well, facing Elsa without taking his eye off Anna and the Duke. "Why do you push this so?

"Why do you resist this so?" Elsa retorted.

"I have explained my reluctance time and time again, Queen Elsa."

"The fact you call me Queen makes your reluctance foolhardy. You would not interrupt a Duke and a Princess for a dance yet you would do so much more for someone further out of reach?"

Turning to face her fully Harry simply declared, "Yes."

Ignoring the shocked look on Elsa's face, Harry turned back to the crowd watching as the the Duke got close to Anna's face. Very close.

"In fact," Harry said, frowning further at the uncomfortable scene in front of him. "Maybe I will interrupt that dance."

With that Harry marched off and away from Elsa passing through the crowds to get to Anna.

"Harry." Elsa muttered as she watched him go. What a infuriating and difficult man. Didn't he realise she needed him to let her go so she could do the same? Shaking her head in resignation, Elsa descended the dais after Harry. Knowing Harry and Anna, she would need to play peacemaker shortly.


Anna was displeased.

Her current focus of displeasure was mixed between her sister Elsa and the Duke of Weselton.

All Anna had wanted was a dance with a handsome man to sweep her off her feet. Instead Elsa had sidled her with 'dancing' with this little man, though what he did would definitely not be called dancing by Harry.

"It's so good to have the Gates open. Why did they shut them in the first place?" The Duke asked. Moving his face a close to Anna's as he could he continued, "Do you know the reason?"

Pulling herself back slightly Anna simply replied a short negative before allowing her thoughts to wonder again. This man was not a gentleman or young or handsome. Where was Harry when you needed him.

As if summoned by her thoughts Anna turned at the sound of a short cough.

"Duke Newsham." Harry said, interrupting their dance. "Your men have requested your presence urgently."

"Oh? Thank you guard, I will attend them in a moment. I can't leave a lady partner-less on the dance floor now." The duke replied.

Leaping onto his words Anna said, "It's fine I can just dance with Harry here."

Barking a short loud laugh the Duke declared, "Thank you for the gesture my dear but I doubt this country bumpkin could dance a simple dance, let alone handle a dance with a beautiful princess like yourself."

"I would happily dance with you Princess Anna." Harry said, smiling softly before turning to look down on the Duke, a ghost of a sneer upon on his face. "I will have to hope I can live up to such... Tall, standards as you may have set with your, ah was that dancing you were doing just then?"

Facing turning red with anger the Duke spat, "You dare mock me boy? I have more nobility in my blood then you or your parents have ever dreamed of!"

"I would never mock someone of you stature, Duke Newsham. It would be the height of rudeness for me to lower myself so far down as to mock you. Why children would likely feel at home on my presence were I to do so." Harry retorted, back straight and head raised, looking down his nose at the Duke and forcing him to have to crane his neck upwards to see him eye to eye.

Turning to hide her smiling face, Anna saw Elsa slowly making her way through the crowd towards them, worry etched on her face as she eyed Harry and the Duke.

"You wish to make a spectacle of this then boy." The Duke hissed, "Then here is your reward."

Suddenly the Duke's sneer vanished, replaced by a smiling mask as he called loudly. "Attention! Attention everyone!" Eyes turned to view the trio as the music petered off and Anna was sure she heard Elsa curse softly behind her.

"The guard Harry here has offered to give us all a demonstration of his prodigious dancing talent with the Princess Anna. Could we clear a space so we can all observe his skill and grace." As people moved slightly murmuring in excitement, the Duke flashed a triumphant sneer at Harry once more muttering so only the two of them could hear. "Beg for forgiveness boy. Or I will make you flounder in front of this worlds elite."

Chuckling softly Harry turned to the waiting crowd. "My thanks Duke Newsham for your kind words, though calling me a prodigy may be a bit ah, out of reach."

Ignoring the Dukes further reddening face and titters of amusement from around him he continued.

"As the Princess has agreed to grace me with a dance we will make it a short one. After all it is getting late and the little ones will be needing to get to sleep soon."

Quiet gasps and guffaws from the audience answered his jabs and not waiting for a further response Harry took Anna's hand, brushing his lips gently across her knuckles.

"May I have this dance?" Harry asked.

Receiving a nod in response, Harry led her over to the centre of the cleared space. As they moved Harry caught the eye of the pianist who gave him a sly wink and a nod.

As the music started again, the tune was slow and haunting though Anna's eyes lit with recognition.

"Harry," Anna whispered. "I can't dance this in front of all these people!"

"Anna." Harry replied, taking both of her hands in his and looking her in eye. "I believe in you."

Face set and with another nod Anna moved her hands out of Harry's and took a step back, watching for the cue to bow.

As the strings joined the piano Anna bowed in mirror of Harry and took a step forward slightly to the left of Harry as she raised her arm, covering his chest and resting her hand on his shoulder as he did the same to her. Taking a step forward they turned on the spot before breaking apart Anna twirled away, letting her hand drag behind her to be caught by Harry and twirled back into a more traditional waltz pose.

Anna concentrated hard, drowning out the sounds of polite applause. She hadn't messed up the start but the dance was only just beginning.


Elsa watched transfixed as Harry and Anna danced across the floor, grace and skill clear in every move they made. Twirling and spinning they broke apart and came together again and again. The audience had gone past clapping now, everyone was entranced by the spectacle in front of them.

Staring at their movements Elsa felt a mixture of pain and longing. The world was not fair. Why did Anna get to dance with Harry. Harry was hers. Hers. She should be the one out there dancing, carefree and smiling as the world went past. Instead she stood on the side, trying so very hard not to care.

This was what she wanted, in a roundabout fashion. Harry and Anna would be a excellent couple and would live a full life together as Prince and Princess of Arendelle. Then when she passed their children could take the throne and continue the bloodline of Arendelle's royalty. After all, she clearly couldn't get married. Her powers would make it all but impossible to be with anyone and even if she could Elsa would never run the risk of passing her taint, her curse, onto an other generation.

This was what Harry and Anna deserved. Anna needed someone like Harry to keep her steady and Harry deserved happiness after all he has been through so far. So why did she feel these lances of pain in her chest as Anna was cradled by Harry in a turn?

Forcing her emotions down Elsa grit her teeth determined to ignore the pain and enjoy the display of skill in front of her.


Harry was beaming at Anna in his arms. This was what dancing was about! Just him, the music and the girl.

Spinning his right arm he twirled Anna loose once more before pulling her back for a quick dip to the crowd. Tensing his arms he pulled Anna out of the dip with force, propelling her around him as she wrapped on leg around his torso and straightened her body out flat. Now only her leg and his arm held her in place as they spun on the spot revolving once, twice, thrice before they began to slow. Anna returned her foot to the ground, untangling her leg from him as they waltzed for a few seconds again.

Harry felt incredible, the feeling of freedom was soaring through his veins as they changed direction again. The core of his love of dancing were personified today. All those nobles, all those dignitaries and servants. They all meant nothing right now. Not even her. There was only the rhythm and Anna.

As the tempo began to increase they span faster and faster, turning on the spot and breaking hands to separate for a moment and join again. As the finale neared he spun Anna into his arms tightly holding her for just a second, noses touching, before flinging her out wide with one hand still grasped in hers. Attached, they faced away from each other for a second before Anna twirled back in. Harry lowered his leg just a fraction but enough for Anna to get purchase as she spun in and up, gasps filling the room followed by a burst of roaring approval as she spun around his back and laid on his shoulder, her head and arms raised to the sky and legs out wide behind her. Harry's arms were placed under her shoulders holding her aloft as they turned through Harry's power, Anna now just along for the ride as she let loose a laugh of pure enjoyment.

Grinning widely at Anna's glee, Harry began to slow, gently dipping his shoulder for Anna to slip down and back onto her feet twirling her one last time before they slowly to a halt. Panting heavily they stood staring into each others eyes intensely for a few seconds before Harry grabbed Anna in a rough hug and pulled her against his body, kissing the top of her head fondly.

As they broke apart their hug but still holding hands, the noise hit them with a blast of force. Cheering and clapping, the nobles and servants alike were roaring in their joint approval. The Duke of Weselton was suspiciously absent though Harry noted.

Taking a bow with Anna, Harry noticed Elsa unamused face and with a word to Anna they separated. Anna was quite thirsty after the dance and went over to the a table filled with champaign. However for Harry, now it was time to face the music.


Harry approached Elsa cautiously, she did have a tendency to slap him when she was mad. As he reached her she glared at him directly making him wince.

"Follow me. Now." Elsa muttered before turning on her heel and striding out of the room into the corridor.

Harry followed in silence as the walked down the hallway and turned into a open room after Elsa. Standing at attention Elsa turned, pacing back and forth before him, muttering lowly and shooting him glances.

"Why?" Elsa asked, having eventually stopped in front of him and glaring at him once more.

"I believe interrupting their dance was your idea, your Majesty." Harry replied tersely.

Narrowing her eyes Elsa's hand twitched in irritation.

"And you interpreted that to mean insult a dignitary from our largest trading partner no less than thrice before you showed him up with your skill at dancing!" Elsa spat the last word as though it were poison and Harry frowned and crossed his arms under his chest.

"That man was pompous and a fool. He insulted me out of hand and was overly familiar with your sister, the Princess of Arendelle. Then if that was not enough he demanded I beg before him. If he were not such a 'valued' guest I would have relieved him of his head! And once again, the dancing was your idea!"

"That was not a dance! That was calculated to ruin Newsham's attempt at embarrassing you! You were supposed to dance with her quietly not declare your intentions towards her in front of the guests of the nation!" Anna was shaking with constrained fury now, the temperature in the room dropping several degrees.

Laughing a angry laugh Harry replied, "And here we come to the crux of the matter. Was this not your grand scheme anyway? To see me and your sister wed? Mayhap I have taken a interest after all just like you wanted."

Faltering, Elsa dropped her arms to her sides the familiar lance coming back stronger than ever. "Good. I would see you with Anna and it is good you are accepting that finally."

Growling Harry clenched his fists tightly, nails biting in the palms of his hands.

"I've had enough of these games and enough of these lies. I will not wed your sister and I do not feel for her in that way. I never will Elsa. Admit you were jealous of our dance."

Spluttering for a moment Elsa replied.

"You think too much of yourself, Lieutenant. And I did not give you leave to use my name! Why do you persist with these foolish and childish fantasies! Most men would kill for the opportunity to marry both a beautiful woman and into the royal family itself. What more could you possibly want?"

Enraged, Harry rushed forward grabbing Elsa's arms firmly but softly and declared "This."

And then his mouth was on hers, kissing her softly waiting for a response. Elsa took but two seconds to realise what was happening and started kissing him back with fervour. Harry wrapped one arm around her waist pulling her flush to him as the other snaked upwards, releasing her hair from its confinement. Elsa gasped with pleasure into his mouth as his fingers ran through her hair slowly, the tips being dragged down her neck as he followed the hair south.

As Elsa began to feel the storm stirring in her chest she stiffened pushing Harry away with enough force to make him stumble and the pair stood panting staring at each other.

"Why would you do that!" Elsa screamed, desperately trying to keep hold of the control she had over the raging blizzard inside.

"Because I'm tired of having to dance around the issue! I will not marry Anna because I do not love Anna. I love you Elsa. God help me but it is true and would not change it for the world." Harry replied tone growing soft as he raised a hand to touch Elsa's face gently.

Feeling the warmth from his hand the storm raged further, threatening to break loose at any time.

"Don't," Elsa whispered. "Please."

Confused, Harry let his arm drop and Elsa sighed in relief. Without the contact the storm was not trying to escape again, though it was agitated and ready to go on a hairs trigger.

"It matters not if you love me or I you. We could never be Harry. We are from different worlds." Elsa said, voice little more than a whisper still.

"More than you realise Elsa. We could make our own world though. Just you and me and Anna."

"And what of the people? The citizens of Arendelle that look to us for leadership and guideline? Would you abandon them for your perfect world?"

"I would burn this world to the ground around me if that is what it took. There is only one thing I care for in this world and it is you Elsa."

"But I do not care for you!" Elsa declared, turning away from Harry as tears stung her eyes.

Harry faltered, Elsa words like a punch to the stomach. "You do not mean that, I could feel you respond to me Elsa! Don't deny this. Please don't deny us our happiness."

"I was happy. If you married Anna I would have been happy! I deny only your happiness due to a misguided dream."

"A dream it may be it seems. But it is far from misguided to pursue love."

Shivering at the mention of Love once more Elsa just shook her head.

"It is misguided to pursue someone you cannot hope to catch."

"I can but try. And I will continue trying until my dying breath."

"Enough." Elsa muttered. Louder and more firmer she said "Enough! I do not love you Harry. Now leave me be. Take your dreams and world of fantasy and leave."

"Elsa..."

"I said go! You have ruined everything! I will not forgive yo for this Harry. Leave before I do something we regret." Elsa yelled, anger tinting her tone. Still not looking at Harry, Elsa stared resolutely at the wall in front of her. After a few seconds the door opened and closed, faint footsteps echoing down the halls as Harry left.

Falling to her knees as the anger dissipated, Elsa wept silently, her tears dropping onto the floor beneath her.

"Harry" Elsa whispered, "Harry, I'm sorry. I love you. Truly I do. But we cannot be. I will not drag you down into this cursed existence of mine."

Kneeling on the floor Elsa wept for what might have been, had she been a normal queen or Arendelle instead of one cursed with ice powers.

But she wasn't. And they could never be.


Leaving Elsa alone in the room behind him Harry headed straight for the guardhouse outside. He needed to talk to Braun after he'd made such a fool of himself. Honestly, there was a fifty fifty chance now of Harry surviving the night, let alone having a job tomorrow. Harry cursed at himself. He was so sure of her feelings, only to find out he was wrong. Besides, she was right. What could a guard possibly offer a Queen? Elsa would need to marry someone who was a prince in there own right.

Passing through the corridors in silence Harry scolded himself. What had he been thinking, to just kiss Elsa like that. It is not the sort of situation he could just hope for the best on. Well its not like it mattered anyway. If Harry had even the slimmest chance he had blown it now.

Sighing, Harry picked up the pace slightly, passing through the assembled crowd in the courtyard and heading into the guardhouse. Nodding to guards as he passed Harry headed straight for Braun's office and knocked twice before opening the door and striding straight in.

Braun looked up from his desk puzzled over Harry's sudden arrival. "Harry? Aren't you guarding the Queen?"

"I did something stupid Braun. I need to leave and let heads cool. Otherwise I might lose mine." Harry said in a rush.

Leaning back in his chair Braun stroked his beard thoughtfully. "I'll get a pack set by the door for ye lad. I ken guess what fool thing you've done so I won't ask. But you do need to stay and look your lasses, at least until the end of the night."

Bowing his head gratefully Harry agreed to go back to the ball room and watch over Elsa and Anna. Though if she saw him for anything less than a emergency Harry feared they'll be hell to pay.

Making sure the pack was in place, running for his life was still possible outcome tonight, Harry headed back into the ballroom and took a stance in a shadowed corner. Elsa was back in the centre of her dais greeting the people in twos as they came up and bowed to her. She looked no worse for ware all things considered and her hair was back to being constrained.

Harry's heart fell a little further. Maybe he had just imagined it after all but he had hoped she would have some reaction. Elsa was nicknamed the 'Ice Princess,' now Queen he supposed, for a reason though.

Leaning against the wall Harry sighed. Today was a day of change it seemed. Though it has yet to be seen as to if the change is good or not.

Watching Elsa still, Harry noticed Anna and a unknown man walk over holding hands and start babbling at Elsa and then Anna resting her on this man's shoulder. Alarm bells ringing, Harry trod over to them to listen in, though making sure he stayed behind Elsa. It would not do good for him to be seen before he was needed. Edging closer Harry began to hear the conversation faintly.

"...Brothers are staying with us. No one is getting married." Elsa said. Stiffening, Harry wondered if they were talking about him, the conversation topic seemed a little to coincidental for his tastes.

"Wait what?" Anna replied confusion clear on her face.

'Crap' thought Harry. 'Did Anna expect me to marry her?' sweating slightly Harry edged closer to hear more.

"May I talk to you? Alone." Elsa asked. Eyes widening Harry began to panic. Was she going to tell Anna what he had done?

"No, whatever you have to say, you can say to both of us." Anna replied. Wrapping around the arm of the man to her side Anna looked determined. Harry shook his head in confusion, what was going on here?

"Fine." Elsa sighed. "You can't marry a man you just met."

'What!' Harry thought, edging closer once more. As he moved, Anna noticed him slightly out of the corner of her eye.

"You can if its true love." Anna replied.

Shaking her head Elsa said, "What do you know of true love?"

"More than you!" Anna replied hotly. "All you know how to do is shut people out. Harry you agree with me?"

With those five words Harry cursed softly as Elsa stiffened, the temperature dropping several degrees and a cool wind shipping up inside.

"Why would you do that Anna." Harry said dejectedly, as Anna looked on confused.

"You have returned here?" Elsa hissed, Anna eyes widening in shock.

"You told me to leave. I assume you meant the room. It is still my job to protect you my Queen." Harry replied bowing low.

"You assume much it seems. I'll be clear then. You are to leave my territories never to return! I am not your Queen any more." Elsa spat, voice low as Anna gasped outright.

"Elsa!" Anna said one hand raised over her mouth in shock. "You don't mean that right, Harry is like our brother."

"I meant every word. I have no use for guards that refuse to do their duty." Elsa replied grim faced and full of fury. "As for you, you asked for my blessing and the answer is no. I think perhaps you should go as well Prince Hans."

Vicious laughing came from Harry as Elsa turned to face him once more. "My duty. It comes down to that once again does it Elsa. Well if the indications are clear, Anna wanted this less than I did!"

"You will address me respect and speak no more of these things! Begone, before I have you in irons."

"Why? Does Anna not know of your plan to marry the two of us together?" Judging from the small squeak of shock, that would be a no.

Furious Elsa raised her head and glared defiantly. "My sister would have done her duty to the crown! Regardless of how loathsome such a prospect clearly was."

"Is that why you pulled back so quickly earlier?" Harry asked, smirking as he saw the blush raise on Elsa's cheeks.

"Don't you dare... Speak another word and I will see you hung for treason!"

"Elsa!" Anna screamed slightly, attracting some attention to the previously quiet argument.

"I may as well be dead if I'm to be banished. Admit you enjoyed it when I kissed you." Harry demanded.

Shocked gasps surrounded the pair as Elsa and Harry glared at each other, oblivious to the commotion they were causing.

"Oh Harry, " Anna murmured as Hans held her tightly.

"You go too far! Leave now and never come back. I show you this final mercy!" Elsa raged, stepping as close as possible to his face.

"What if I don't want a final mercy? What if I want something else instead?" Harry asked, cocking his head to the side. A calmness seemed to have covered his rage as it was replaced by something more... primal.

"You will have to seek it elsewhere." Elsa indicated at two guards behind Harry. "Take him away." Turning on the spot Elsa took a step away when her hand was grabbed from behind. As she was spun back into facing him she opened her mouth to demand her release when his lips captured hers once more. Leaning into the kiss slightly Elsa noted how soft this was in comparison to the first time and how Harry kept his eyes fixed on hers. His love and desire for her clearly reflected as she moved to deepen the kiss once again...

With a curse and a jerk Elsa tore free, pulling herself back as her hand slipped from her glove and she stumbled back staring at him in shock. The room was silent now as the occupants looked on in awe and amazement.

"A goodbye kiss seems more fitting as a last request." Harry said, smiling softly at Elsa. "Thank you my Queen." Harry knelt down in front of Elsa and bowed his head before her.

"Arrest him! He has accosted the Queen!" Looking across Elsa noted it was the Duke of Weselton who made the call, smugness drawn over his every feature.

"Do it." Elsa intoned. "The party is over. Close the gates and see out the guests." Elsa indicated to the two guards who were still stood behind Harry. The guards, acknowledging her orders, took old of Harry's arms and lifted him to his feet.

"Elsa no don't do this" Anna cried breaking free of Hans and approaching Elsa cautiously.

"It was his choice and he made it." Elsa replied. "I have to go." Walking towards the doors Elsa desperately tried to quiet the storm inside but she was missing two of her anchors.

"Elsa please! Give him another chance!" Anna continued following after Elsa.

"Enough Anna." Elsa said, panic rising as she felt her power trying to escape and the winds began to blow harder.

"Why would you do this! Harry was fathers choice for you anyway! He's done nothing wrong!" Anna pleaded.

Turning, anger rising again as Anna mentioned their father Elsa swung her arm round, "I said enough!"

With a burst of energy Elsa's powers loosed, a half circle of spikes made of ice rising from the ground around her and pointing outwards, stopping inches from Anna's face.

"Sorcery! I knew there was something dubious going on here." The duke declared, standing behind one of his men slightly.

"Elsa." Anna whispered just staring at her sister in shock.

Wrenching open the door Elsa fled from the room. Ignoring the cries from her sister behind her, Elsa sprinted away into the night.


Harry stared at the ice in front if his eyes not daring to believe the truth. Elsa was magical. Elsa was a witch! Maybe not in the most traditional sense of the word but still. Warmth began to flow through Harry, he was not alone after all!

"After her!" Someone yelled, and snapping out of his daydream and self gratification Harry realised what a monumental arse he had been. He'd exposed her and ruined her life. He could fix this though. He'd make it right somehow. Looking around the room he noticed it was now bare except for him. Even his gaolers had gone, that was poor he'd make a note to talk to Braun about that.

Shaking off the random thoughts, Harry jumped up and sprinted out of the room heading straight for the courtyard.

Once Harry caught up to the other guests he had to start to weave his way through the pack, elbows and arms knocking commoners and nobles aside indiscriminately. Well he was a dead man anyway.

Hearing cries of monster ahead, Harry picked the pace flinging himself through the crowd with reckless abandon. Just as Harry came upon the doors the the courtyard he caught a fleeting glimpse of Anna disappearing in the direction of the northern gates, screaming Elsa's name as she ran.

Glancing at the guardhouse saw Braun stood staring at him, the pack prepared for earlier circumstances in his hands as he tried to push through the panicked crowd unsuccessfully.

"Braun!" Harry called, "Toss it!" and leaping into the air from the steps, Harry caught the strap of the bag in one arm, slinging it around onto his back as he landed in a run shooting off after the wayward royals.

"It's him! Stop him!" Harry heard behind him but he ignored the grasping hands and bent low to the ground, pushing hard as he weaved through another crowd until he reached the northern guards entrance. The guards entrance was a small door that let to the side of the castle and out onto the fjord. It was mainly used for emergency supplies and the occasional patrol would venture out to make sure the steps down were maintained and safe. Dashing in through the small room and out of the other side Harry saw Anna and Hans kneeling at the edge of the island, just before a path of ice across the bay. Looking across, there was a faint hint of purple as Elsa vanished into the trees.

Leaping down the steps three at a time Harry came to rest before Anna. "Princess Anna. Are you hurt?" Harry asked.

Looking up in surprise Anna replied, "Harry! They let you go?"

"No actually they just forgot about me. But its unimportant, if you're not injured I need to go after Elsa."

Standing up and brushing off her legs Anna said, "I'm fine, but be careful Harry."

Nodding, Harry took a look out at the ice covering the fjord again and took ten steps back.

"Harry?" Anna asked, confused as to his intentions.

"Don't copy this." Harry said firmly, drawing his swords and holding them behind him horizontally. Taking a deep breath Harry ran at the ice, falling to his knees as he touched the ice and speeding across the frozen bay. Using his swords like skis to keep his balance and direction Harry would scrape them into the ground to change the way he was facing slightly or to propel him along again. Reaching the other side Harry sheathed his words and gave a cheery wave to Anna and Hans behind him on the other side of the ice.

Turning his attention back to the matter at hand, Harry followed the footsteps forward into the trees at a trot meaning to catch up to Elsa quickly and somehow fix this mistake.


Following Elsa was supposed to be easy. She had but minutes on him and was easy enough to track. She and that cloak of hers tore up the under brush with ease. Yet Elsa remained elusive, staying out of sight in the cold dark of night.

Keeping on her trail Harry forged onwards as the temperature fell and snow began to fall in earnest, blanketing the landscape in a winter themed whiteness. Vision was now close to zero and if he didn't pick up the pace the fresh snow would erase Elsa's tracks before he got there. Somehow she was still running it seemed, she hadn't stopped for a break yet and was heading up the steeper inclines now as the forest rounded on the foot of the mountain. It hadn't been but two hours and Elsa had seemed to travel all that distance with ease. Whilst slightly impressed with her fortitude, Harry cursed the Queen and her fitness. Why did he have to suggest sitting all day was not good for a growing woman.

As the trail began to leave the trees, the mountain itself became visible. It was quite a sight in the not so distant distance and was gleaming in the starlight, a bright sparkle shining clear on the eastward facing side of the mountain.

Frowning Harry tried to peer closer at the mountain and could just about make out some sort of structure in the side of the rock. That wasn't there before and it seemed to be reflecting light as well. Heading closer Harry's curiosity was piqued, the trail led in that direction as well so it was likely Elsa had seen the same thing. Finally once he was close enough to see more clearly Harry laughed in disbelief. Somehow it was not surprising. though at least it meant he had found Elsa.

In her Ice Palace.
She had built a palace out of ice in a single night. In fact, judging from the tracks, she couldn't of been there but a half hour before Harry.

"Why couldn't I fall in love with a normal queen or a even better just a normal person altogether. But noooo. I'll go for the super unobtainable Queen with untrained powers that make what you do look like a children's toy." Shaking his head Harry marvelled at the sheer beauty in front of him. Only Elsa could make something so cold and dangerous seem so enrapturing. Complaints aside Harry knew he would change nothing if he could. The flawless elegance personified Elsa exactly and it was that quality that drove him to madness around her.

Climbing the ice staircase Harry pushed the doors open and stepped inside the most surreal place he had ever been in. There was a fountain in the centre of the entrance hall, seemingly frozen mid use. The light refracted beautifully off the frozen droplets and made the whole room sparkle.

Climbing up the stairs Harry proceeded to explore whilst looking for Elsa. The wonder of the Palace did not diminish in any room and no two rooms were the same it seemed. The wide pointed arches continued throughout the structure but the various rooms each had a different centrepiece of frozen art to capture your attention anew. From a massive chandelier of ice to creeping ice vines that ran criss-crossed along the walls and ceilings every single room bent the realm of imagination to the extreme.

"Elsa. You have held back such beauty from the world for too long." Harry mused as he passed a miniature ice sculpture of Arendelle Castle, perfect in detail down to the very guards on the towers.

Heading down further into a darker part of the Palace, Harry reckoned from the layout of the Palace this would be the place for Royal quarters. Arendelle castle seemed to be set out very similar to this ice palace for some reason.

Opening the few doors down here quietly Harry stumbled across Elsa. She was asleep upon a bed of ice and fine white snow, only her head visible above the powder. Although Harry would question how comfortable being soaked through in wet snow is, Elsa seemed content.

Regardless of her powers and the strangeness of the scene Harry took his cloak off from his shoulders and draped it as best he could across her sleeping form. Stirring slightly Elsa turned with the cloak, wrapping it around her slightly further as Harry chuckled softly at the sight.

Leaving the room Harry found another room a few doors down that would service his needs. Laying on the hard floor and using his pack for a makeshift pillow Harry settled down to try and get a few hours shut eye. After all, as fun as today was, tomorrow is going to be a whole new barrel of fun.


Stirring as the first rays of sunshine came through the thin ice window, Elsa tried to snuggle deeper into the warmth she felt around her. After all its not like there was anything to do today. Drifting in a half sleep Elsa sighed contently as she ran her hands down the warm wool cloak she had slept in.

Sighing, Elsa stretched before wiping the sleep from her eyes. Although the cold never bothered her, it was nice to be warm as well. Grasping the cloak and pulling it up to shake the snow out of Elsa froze, staring at the cloak in her hands which was decidedly not the purple cloak that she actually remembers discarding halfway up the mountain. The cloak she held was a pale green, much like the castle guards wore...

Still musing over the mystery cloak she had found, Elsa turned to the sound of knocking lightly on the door.

"Good morning Queen Elsa. I am outside your rooms if you need me today."

"Good morning Harry." She called back distractedly as she folded the cloak up and placed it on her bedside table. Which was made of ice. Like her entire room was. Because she was in the Ice palace.

Shaking her head as if to remember Elsa stopped dead a sharp hiss of breath as she inhaled before glaring at the down in rage and roaring out.

"Harry!"


A.N.

Snape kills Dumbledore.

I've tried to stick to the core of the plot of frozen though I've had to twist it to make up for Anna's and Elsa's slightly better relationship.
Next chapter will be revelations as Harry and Elsa get to know each other better while Anna treks onwards to find them. With the weekend coming up their may be more of a gap between chapters though.

Thanks for reading.

P.S. Dobby dies as well.