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Sooo, I was really srprised with just how many views this story got so soon after I posted it. Nice to see that I am popular.
Now, Elsa and Harry will both have rather large vocabularies(but not outrageously large). Elsa because she is royalty and wuld have been tutored to be well educated, and Harry because of the way he reads books like crazy, learning new words along the way.
Also, they are only about 8 years old, so if they act a bit childish, so what. We all did when we were that age
Anyway, I won't keep you from why you are here any longer
"Speech"
'Thought'
"Parseltongue"
ON TO THE STORY!
Harry blearily opened his eyes, and realized that he was couldn't see anything. He was about to panic, when he heard muffled voices.
"...will help. Conceal it, don't feel it. Don't let it show." A man said. There was a lighter voice, perhaps from a girl, or someone rather young, and she was saying the same thing.
He heard a door click shut, but then he heard footsteps heading toward where he was. He tried to hide, but bit back a groan when he stepped on something and went crashing down. He looked down, but his hopes soared, he carefully picked up the box he had stashed under his bed, and when he opened it, he found his wand. He heard the sound of a door creaking open, and burrowed back into the corner, trying to look as small as possible. He saw the door open further, revealing a little girl around his age who had platinum blonde hair, nearly white. She seemed confused when she first looked in, but gasped when she saw him.
She looked around and walked closer to him. He tried to back up further, but to no avail. He closed his eyes, expecting to get thrown out of wherever he was, but then he heard a gasp. he chanced a look at the girl, and saw that she was looking at him in fear. He sat up a bit, confused, as she backed away. He noticed that the ground beneath her was icing over, and hastily tried to rein in his powers. He tried, but couldn't make the ice melt, and sighed.
"Please don't tell anyone that I have ice powers!" he heard her say, shocking him to his core. He gaped at her, before standing up with a bit of pain, stretching the wounds on his back where shards of wood were still dug into the skin.
"I-I won't. You have ice powers too?" Harry said in a hopeful voice. 'I'm not alone! Finally someone who will understand and might be able to help me control my powers!' He thought excitedly.
She gaped at Harry, before noticing that he wasn't shivering from the ice that was now everywhere. He gave her a small smile, before sticking out his hand. "I'm Harry. What's your name?" he enquired.
She finally regained her composture, and as she did so, the ice began to shrink, beginning to recede. "My name is Elsa. Do you really have powers like mine?" She said, hope evident in her voice.
Harry nodded, now sporting a grin. "So how did you find out about your powers?" He said, trying to get to know more about his fellow elemental.
"I first found out about my powers when I was little, and I wanted to go outside to play in the snow, but my parents said no. I really wanted to build a snowman, and suddenly there was snow all over the ballroom." She said, as Harry giggled, imagining the surprise that must have been.
"What about you?" She asked.
He looked at her, before saying, "I found a book about people like us, who can control things like ice or water. While I was reading it, ice began to form on the cover. I think that I might be able to also control Lightning."
Elsa gaped at him, before grinning the way only a child can. "That is awesome! Do you have that book with you? I don't know anything about controlling my abilities, and that would be an awesome help!" She exclaimed. Harry sadly shook his head, and felt mad at himself when Elsa's face went from hopeful to sad.
"My stepfather wasn't very nice. He beat me and all I remember is after he beat me last night I was laying in the ruins of an old wardrobe, and I blacked out. I don't remember exctly what happened, but I somehow ended up here." The book was sitting on a shelf across the room, but my stepfather had broken my arms and legs, and I was stuck where I was." Harry said, holding back tears when he remembered the pain. He heard a horrified gasp, and looked up, seeing Elsa with her eyes wide as a dinner plate.
She slipped her hand into his, and gave him a tiny smile. "At least you're not with him anymore. You can stay with us,I'll ask my parents if-" She began, but was cut off by Harry.
He shook his head rapidly, before saying, "No one can know. It will be harder to hide if there is two of us. I should go, and find a place to live." he said, contemplating how hard it would be to survive in the wilds.
Elsa was stubbornly against this, feeling a sort of kinship now that she had found someone like her. "No! You can't just go. What if you were a secret?" You can live in one of the spare rooms. Please?" Elsa pleaded, not willing to let this strange boy just disappear.
Harry sighed, before saying, "Fine, but I don't want your parents to know about me just yet, if at all. I don't think I am ready to trust any adult yet."
Elsa smiled widely, before taking his hand. She led him out the door, tip toeing to a room further down the hall from her own. She led him into the room, where lots of oldd furniture was laying covered up. She smiled at him, before saying, "You can stay here until we tell me parents that you are here. I don't think that anyone ever comes into these rooms in the first place."
She led him into a corner and pulled a sheet off of a large object, revealing a bed. He smiled at her, and said, "Thank you Elsa. I don't know why you are being so nice. You barely know me." He said somberly.
She just smiled at him, and left, saying "See you tomorrow Harry. I'll see if I can sneak you some of the food from the kitchens."
Harry gave her a small smile, and climbed up ont the bed, snuggling into the old and worn covers.
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The Next Day
Harry awoke to the warn sun streaming in through a stain glass window. he got up, immdeiately suspicious. He got out of bed, but stumbled when he fell over himself and tumbled out onto the floor. He groaned, the events of the past 24 hours coming back to him. he carefully placed everything back the way he thought it was when he was led in by Elsa last night, and hid in case someone had heard him.
He picked up his box, carefully removing his wand, and concentrated on his hair getting flatter and more managable. He grinned when he ran his hand through his hair, happy it was not sticking up in every direction. He delicately placed the magical focus back into the box, and counted how many galleons he had. 'So I managed to escape with 25 galleons, 15 sickles, and 4 knuts. Not too bad.' Harry thought. He also had a ring that when you wore it, would heat up whenever there was someone with ill intentions toward you in the room. The last item in the box was an elegantly crafted ring that must have been worth a fortune.
It was a diamond ring that had a saphire set underneath the layer of diamond, with an elegant silver band. There was also a charm on both of the rings that made them automatically size to your finger. He had found both in an old jwelry box in the attic, and had found out about the strange enchantment on the first ring when he put it on, and later that day, it burned right before his stepfather began to yell at him for something. He had found the beautiful diamond ring when he was being forced to clean out the attic. It had apparently belonged to his grandmother, and was the ring for the Lady Potter.
It had been passed down through his family for generations, but had been put into storage when hs grandparents were killed by Voldemort early on in the war, and no one every mentioned the ancestral ring to James Potter, hence why Lily didn't wear it. Harry had been in Diagon Alley and didn't want to ask his mother because she would take it and he would never see it again, and his stepfather wouldn't be opposed to just selling the Potter family heirloom for a bit of pocket money. Harry had ended up asking the goblin's while he was left in the lobby, the rest of the family heading down to the Potter Family vault. When he had found out about the ring's significance, he had not hesitated to hide it away, and keep it from his stepfather and brother. His mother would just put it in her jewelry box and never look at it again, where it would be a perfect target for his stepfather's greed.
He had learned that the hard way when he had found other jewelry and given it to his mother. He had given her a necklace that he had found, thinking she would like it. he had seen his stepfather creep out of the house later that night, and had saw it in the Daily Prophet under a article claiming that it was a long lost heirloom of the malfoy family, and that a 'friend' had found and returned it to them. When Harry saw the necklace with the engraved 'P' on it, which they were claiming stood for 'Pure Blood', on the cover, he had lost any and all faith in adult figures that he had left.
Harry returned to the present, and saw Elsa creeping into the room, a small basket hanging from her arm. She had a crestfallen look when she saw the covered up and empty bed, but immediately perked up when Harry slowly revealed himself, and smiled shyly. She carefully closed the door, and gave Harry the basket. He looked inside and saw several eggs that had been fried, a few rashers of bacon, and a small hashbrown. He also saw the fine silver fork that was there, and finally examined his surroundings, taking in the apparent wealth.
He shrugged it off, and scarfed down the food, causing Elsa to giggle when she saw that he had a bit of egg yolk dribbling down his chin. He finally finished, noticing the napkin at the bottom of the basket. he carefully cleaned himself up, and stood up, thanking Elsa profusely for her hospitality. She just smiled at him and shook her head.
"You don't have to thank me for everything Harry. My family won't notice if a bit of food goes missing." She said with a light laugh. She didn't know why, but she felt like she could just be herself around Harry, not the prim and proper princess she had to be whenever her parents were around.
She had no outlet for her emotions ever since she had hurt Anna, and to have someone that she could be herself around and who had a similiar problem, although she knew she probably had less control than he did, or her powers were stronger. She had never seen ice just forming wherever he touched, but he hadn't seemed surprised when there was ice everywhere when she found him. She just didn't know why she couldn't control it. She used to have perfect control, and could create ice and snow whenever she wanted, but now it was like the ice had a mind of it's own.
Harry just blushed at her comment, and suddenly perked up, looking a bit suspicious. "Elsa, just how rich is your family exactly? I would hate to be a burden." He said.
She just laughed, before saying, "You really don't know where you are?"
When Harry shook his head, she stopped laughing, before leading him to the window. "Your in the kingdom of Arendelle. Just where did you come from?" She said in wonder. She had never heard of anyone who didn't know where Arendelle was.
"I used to live in a place called Great Britain, but it was also called England. I have never heard of Arendelle." Harry said, shocking Elsa.
The two spent a bit of time swapping stories, but eventually Elsa had to leave, which left Harry alone to think. 'I still can't believe all of this. I wished on a star, and ended up with a new home and new friend, who happens to be a princess, and I'm living in her castle. My life just got a whole lot stranger.' He thought, but had to hide when he heard the door open. He slid under the bed, and silently slid his box under with him. He held his breath, hoping it was either Elsa, or that he wouldn't get caught. He saw a shadow move across the floor, stopping where he had left the basket with the fork and used napkin still in it.
He breathed a sigh of relief when he heard someone say, "I swear, the princesses decide to eat snacks in the strangest of places, and then leave the leftovers when they are done. I'm glad I found this before any vermin did. We wouldn't want any rats or mice in the palace." He saw the basket lift off of the floor, and slid out from under the bed when the man was gone.
Harry slipped out of the room, stowing his box in his shirt. He had to hide in several alcloves and behind tapestries, avoiding people, until he reached Elsa's room. He found the door unlocked and slipped inside, but heard footsteps heading towards where he was. He hurriedly hid in her closet, leaving it open a crack. He saw Elsa rush in and throw herself down on her bed, her face red. She looked like she had been running. He was about to come out and ask her what was wrong, when he saw the door to her room opening. He saw a rather young couple slip into the room, and make their way over to Elsa's bed. They whispered quietly to her, and she was acting strangely formal, not as loose or as carefree as she had been earlier.
Her parents finally left, Elsa still curled up on her bed. Harry waited a few minutes, before finally opening the closet door. He slowly made his way over to the bed, and took Elsa's hand, trying to comfort her. She gasped when she felt someone grab her hand, but relaxed when she saw it was Harry.
"Elsa? Are you alright? Did something happen?" Harry asked, worry for his newfound friend evident in his voice. The eight year old had not had many friends, but was insanely loyal to the few he had.
Elsa looked at him, and sighed. She got off of her bed, and sat against the wall, her head in her hands. She finally lifted her head up after a few minutes of silence, and began to explain what had happened.
FLASHBACK
Elsa walked down the stairs, heading into the dining room, but stopped outside when she heard Anna's voice, and it sounded rather sad.
"Mama? Why doesn't Elsa like me anymore? We were the bestest friends, but now she never wants to play? Did I make her angry at me?" Anna said.
Elsa heard her mother sigh, but didn't stay for the rest of the conversation, running up the stairs. She passed by her father, who looked shocked, and ran to her room. She curled up on her bed, unshed tears in her eyes, and thought about what Anna had said.
"Does Anna real think I hate her?" Elsa whispered.
Her parents walked in, making a bee line for the bed.
"Honey, I'm sure that Anna just feels a bit lonely. I don't think she really meant what she said." her mother said, rubbing Elsa's shoulder.
Her father nodded, and said, "She just doesn't understand why you have to be alone. She doesn't know about your powers, so this will be hard for all of us."
Elsa just sighed and burrowed her head into pillow. Her parents sighed, and her father squeezed her shoulder, before they left
END FLASHBACK
"That's when you walked over. Talking about it made me feel a bit better. Thanks for listening Harry." Elsa said, giving him a small smile.
Harry smiled back at her, and got up, turning and helping her up.
"So, friends?" Harry said, holding out his hand.
Elsa smiled at him, and took his hand.
"Friends." She said, grinning warmly.
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7 YEARS LATER (Harry and Elsa are 15, and Anna is 14)
Harry crept up through the secret passage to Elsa's room that he had found, slipping through the false wall in the closet. He silently placed the wall back, and crept into the room. He snuck up behind Elsa and smirked.
"So what is the Crown Princess of Arendelle doing today?" He said, laughing when Elsa nearly jumped out of her skin.
She glared at him, but descended into light laughter after a couple of seconds. "I swear, one day I'll figure out how you get in here. I locked the door and the windows can only be opened from inside. Come on! Just tell me already." Elsa said, laughing lightly when Harry just smiled at her.
Harry stopped, shushing her, and ran back and hid in the closet when he heard footsteps. He slipped through the secret passage, and crept along until he reached an outlet into Arendelle. He had discovered this passage when he was 11, and had taken a side job as a messenger who delivered news around town. He checked in with his boss, Nickolas, and stopped inside when he saw that he was meeting with someone.
Harry patiently waited for Nickolas to finish, and went over to his boss after the men left. Nickolas looked to of aged a decade since the last time Harry had seen him. He looked at Harry and beckoned him over.
"Lad, I've fallen on some hard times. A long time ago I borrowed some money from a man, and now he wants me to pay off all of it. I just can't afford to pay it all off. I'm sorry, but I just can't afford to stay in this business anymore. I'm closing down the shop. I'll miss you Harry. I will be moving to one of the outer villages. Perhaps we'll meet again someday, but not now." Nickolas said.
Harry sighed, and said, "It'll be ok Nick, everything will be fine. I'll come visit you when I can. I promise."
Nickolas smiled at Harry, and ruffled his hair, before sending him out, despite the offers of help to pack.
"Go enjoy the bright summer day lad, while it lasts. Night will be upon us soon." he said, smiling at Harry.
Harry nodded, and checking the time, he stealthily made his way back into the palace, creeping through the passage until he came to the final exit to Elsa's room. When he removed the panel, he heard sobbing comeing from inside the room, and hastily fastened the panel back onto the wall. He, after checking for anyone else, burst out of the closet, and hurried to where Elsa was curled up on the floor, ice speading rapidly and wind blowing around her rapidly. He called upon his own ice abilities, shielding himself from ice flying everywhere. He leaned down, wrapping his arm around her shoulders and holding her close to him.
Harry wrapped his other arm around her, holding her in a hug. He felt her lean into his grip, and the top of his shirt was getting wet. He stroked her hair, and rubbed circles in between her shoulderblades. He sat there with her, just holding her and letting her cry, until she finally ran out of tears, and drifted off to sleep. Harry carefully picked her up and carried her to her bed. He tucked her into her bed and wrapped the blankets around her, before heading back to the room deep in the abandoned wing of the palace where he was staying.
The following morning he woke up rather early, and, recollecting what had happened the previosu night, quickly freshened up and headed over to Elsa's room. He quietly entered her room, and waited for her to wake up. About 15 minutes later, she began to toss and turn, before shsooting up, tears in her eyes. He walked over to her and hugged her, letting her cry, while wondering just what could cause the usually unflappable Elsa to break down like this. He held her close, before she finally pulled away, her eyes red and tear tracks down her face.
Harry wrapped an arm around her shoulders, and said in a level, soft voice, "Hey, it's alright. It's alright. What's wrong? Has something happened?"
She opened her mouth to respond, but no sound came out before she broke down crying again. He just sat there and held her, offering her silent comfort and letting her cry on his shoulder. She eventually stopped, still snifling a little bit, and looked up at him.
"Harry..." She said, her voice wavering. "My P-Parents were lost at sea. I'll never see them ever again." She said, fresh tears falling. Harry, now understanding, pulled her close, and began to hum a tune he remembered hearing when he was younger. She leaned into his embrace, taking solace in the companionship of her best friend. She wrapped her arms around his torso, squeezing him tightly. She sobbed, tears wetting the sheets of her bed. Harry just let her cry, knowing that she needed time to grieve.
Elsa soon stopped crying, exhausted from her grief, and drifted off to sleep again. Harry stayed with her this time, locking the door to her room. He lay her down in a couch off to the side of the room and let her curl up and use him as a sort of 'safety blanket'. Harry finally let a few tears fall. He had heard enough of the King and Queen from Elsa and the townspeople that to have them lost at sea was a very tragic loss. He sat there, Elsa sleeping soundly against him, and before he knew it, was drifting off to sleep.
Harry awoke some time later when he felt movement on his chest. He carefully leaned forward and sat up, glancing out the window. It looked to be about noon, meaning that they had slept most of the day away. He felt Elsa stirring and noticed for the first time that ice was everywhere. The floor was covered in a thick layer of ice, while there was snow on everything. Harry very carefully began the slow process of melting the ice, turning it into the bluish energy he had discovered as a child. He would normally take less time, but he was focusing on Elsa, and didn't want to wake her. She burrowed her head into his chest, causing him to blush now that he realized how this whole situation looked.
He picked Elsa up, placing her on her bed, and then sat on the edge of the mattress. He was about to get up and go slip into the kitchen to get them a few bits of fruit, but then she began to wake up. She lifted herself out of bed, and immediately realized that Harry was there. He gave her a sad smile, getting off of the bed, and offered her his hand. He helped her off the bed, and left the room to let her change.
He came back when he heard a soft knocking noise from her door, and entered her room. "Are you feeling any better now that you have had a bit of time to grieve? I know it will always hurt, but the pain will fade." Harry said upon seeing her meloncholy expression.
She just sighed, and went over to the window, looking mournfully out over the fjord. Harry walked up next to her, letting her lean against him. The two just sat and watched the water for a while, and took comfort in each other's presence.
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ABOUT A WEEK AFTER THE FUNERAL
Elsa sat quietly in her room, blankly staring at the papers in front of her. These were the reports on the disaster that had claimed her parent's lives. She sighed, placing them into a bin near the desk, and sat down on the floor, leaning against the wall.
'I don't know what I would have done without Harry.' She thought, 'I mean, he just comforted me and stayed with me for hours. He truly is my best friend'.
She had been informed that upon her eighteenth birthday she would be crowned Queen of Arendelle. She just couldn't imagine how she could possibly replace her mother. She sighed, getting up from the desk and looking out over Arendelle. She saw a few people milling about near the town square, the usual large groups near the waterfront, and a few smaller clusters of people spread throughout the town.
She closed the doors to the balcony, heading back inside. Elsa then left her room, making her way to the castle library. When she got there, she headed into the section on etiquette, and began to study on what would be required of her as the Queen of Arendelle. She may have three years, but it was better to start preparing now, rather than find out that she missed something important a week before the coronation.
She groaned when she saw that the book she was looking for was rather thick, and when taking it off of the shelf, nearly dropped it because of how heavy it was.
She went and sat down at a table, reading up on the proper way to address the court.
Well what did you all think? For some reason my usual case of writer's block is gone, so you guys get 2 chapters rather close together. I have decied to accelerate the timescale because this fic will extend beyond the Movie, and I personally think that the ending will be much better than canon. That is why they went from just meeting to being best friends in the scale of one chapter (albeit, a long chapter, but still just one chapter)
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