Lily Potter, how she hated her new last name, she was wearing raged clothes that mostly protected her slowly showing baby bulge and was dirty, exhausted and slowly freezing as she made her way across the frozen glaciers of Iceland searching for a temple to the All-father, Odin, king of the Norse Gods of Asgard.

But her hope of reaching a temple or even an alter dedicated to Odin began to wane with her strength and she sent out a desperate plea hoping to be heard by the gods "All-father, please, I beg of you to hear my pleas and answer my call, you are the only one I can turn to in order to protect my child."

But her prayer was not answered, at least not by the All-father, as a deep voice began to chuckle and a large figure became visible in the swirling and raging snow ahead of her "Why pray to the All-father, the Asgardians won't answer you."

Lily looked up to see a giant being with blue skin, tribal markings carved along his skin and a golden crown like object on his head "Who are you?"

The giant smirked as he towered over the mortal woman "Laufey, king of the frozen realm of Jotunheim."

Lily looked down as she asked "A frost giant?"

Laufey nodded with that same smirk on his face as he examined her "Tell me mortal why you plead for the All-father to come to your aid?"

Lily shook her head as tears fell from her emerald green eyes leaving tear tracks down her cheeks which froze in the presence of the Jotun "Why, so you can torment me before you kill me and the child I carry!"

Laufey looked insulted for a moment "I may be merciless to my enemies and not fond of mortals but I won't kill a pregnant woman, is the child why you pray to the All-father?"

Lily nodded and decided that since the All-father hadn't answered her pleas then perhaps Laufey would help her "I'm a witch, in the magical society there is an old man named Dumbledore, when I arrived I saw him for what he was not for the kind old man he portrays himself as, he's a monster, but I was helpless to do anything as I was forced to marry a man I loathe, and now I am forced to bear his child and I know that once my child is born I will be removed from the picture so I can't interfere in his plans, the wizards and witches are all descendants of Hecate, the Greek goddess of magic or those blessed by her as far as I can tell, I prayed to my patron goddess Hera for guidance and she told me to seek a strong god to help me, I didn't want to seek out the aid of a Greek god so I sought out aid from the All-father."

Laufey shook his head "A foolish mistake on your part, seeking the aid of a god, they won't help you, and do you honestly believe that Hera has your best interests in mind, I know of the Greek gods, Hera would use your child against her husband. But I can help you" Lily looked up at the giant "I will make the child my own, he will grow to be strong, a Jotun able to take the form of a human, but before you even think about accepting my offer, know that I will not raise him, I will leave him here on Midgard, to make him strong, I won't have a weak heir. The prince of Jotunheim must be strong, once you are dead as you have said is likely, I will make sure the boy knows who and what he is, I will make him strong and surely he will want to know what became of you and he will seek revenge on those that are responsible."

Lily who was now kneeling in the snow holding her stomach which was beginning to show she was pregnant "I don't know."

Laufey shook his head as he leaned down and released a frosty breath full of power that sunk down into her stomach and into the child changing him and making him a Jotun "We both know you were going to accept."

And then the king of the Jotun's faded away before Lily was struck by a red light from behind and everything went dark.

…

Lily couldn't stop the smile as she heard the death curse and knew that her so-called husband James Potter was finally dead, in her arms was a baby boy, the boy had silky black hair, slightly pale skin and her green eyes, but unlike her own eyes his seemed to emanate a sense of coldness that made you shiver if you weren't prepared for it, her baby Harry was a quiet baby except when he was angered, she hadn't seen his Jotun features or form yet, but it would only be a matter of time before it showed itself, Harry hated sitting by the fireplace with her and loved when she would take him outside into the warded yard of their furnished prison to just walk in the snow.

She kissed her son on the forehead and placed him down in his crib and turned to face the snake like visage that was Voldemort.

…

The almost eleven-year-old Harry James Potter, or would that be Harry Laufeyson, sat glaring into the darkness of the cupboard under the stairs it was the middle of winter and it was freezing cold in the small enclosed space but that suited Harry perfectly, he looked down at his right hand which was clearly broken beyond use, but he smirked as he actually watched the bones in his hands move back into place slowly and heal itself.

In the darkness of the small space his eyes glowed slightly and there seemed to be a faint mist in the room as a cold mist came from his mouth with every breath he took decreasing the temperature around him further helping his hand heal quickly.

The child's eyes narrowed as a sudden smell hit his nose and he felt a sudden desire to fight flow through him like a fire moving through his veins and he hated that feeling and wanted it to go away, he reached out with his left hand and gripped the door to his prison under the stairs and watched with glee as the door slowly froze from his touch alone. And as he watched the door freeze his gaze was drawn to his hand as it began to turn blue and grow in size, he quickly shattered the door and made his way outside after opening the front door and exiting the small house before he got any bigger as his body increased in size and his skin turned blue, and around him the temperature began to rapidly drop.

The now seven-foot-tall ten-year-old Jotun wearing torn clothes looked around wildly for the scent that reached him. The Jotun child was quite fierce looking, all his teeth turned sharp, meant for eating meat, his eyes a cold emerald green with many tribal like indentions in his blue skin.

The Jotun child made his way through the streets of surrey looking for what was making that smell that made his blood burn, what he would do when he found it he didn't know exactly but he just knew that he wanted it to go away.

"So how are we supposed to get back to camp?"

"Will you keep it down you idiot? Are you trying to wake the whole neighbourhood?"

The first voice scoffed "Who cares, the mortals can't see past the mist remember."

Harry the Jotun made his way towards the voices and soon found them walking down the middle of the street, two teenagers, one a male with short brown hair wearing casual clothes, the other a female with long blonde hair also wearing casual clothes. But the two of them, they were the origin of the smell that made his blood boil.

Harry stepped out into the light of the street lamps and the two teenagers stopped at the sight of him and drew a sword each "What the fuck is this ugly thing?"

Harry growled at the male teenager and released a burst of frosty air from his nose as he instinctually began to freeze the air around his hand forming a large spiked mace in his hand which made the girl step back slightly in fear.

The male smirked at him and rushed him with his sword, Harry roared his challenge as the girl tried to stop the boy by standing in front of him and physically stopping him but she was ended quickly as the large spiked ice mace slammed into her shoulder and the side of her head killing her instantly and sending her body flying across the street and through a house's front window. The boy was now staring and shaking in fear as Harry quickly brought his mace down on the boy crushing him.

Once they were both dead the scent faded and so did the burning in his blood letting him relax, he looked around the area and found that the road and the front laws of the houses around him were all frozen over, he looked down at the teenage boy whom he had killed and saw that he was slowly freezing over as well, he could hear screaming from the house where the girl he struck had crashed and began to move away from the scene of the fight, if it could be called a fight.

As Harry moved away from the scene he slowly began to turn back to his human form, he went back to number four and sat down at the table in the dining room, the ten year old found himself grinning as he placed his hands on the table and watched as the table froze solid, he then moved around the room freezing the breakfast counter, the stove, the fridge, the chairs and then moved into the lounge room and froze the chairs and television, and then he grinned and crouched down as he had a thought "Tonight's forecast, a freeze is coming!"

And as he touched the ground ice began to spread out across the floor, but instead of stopping when it reached the walls it continued up the walls and then along the ceiling and soon the whole house was one big ice sculpture.

…

When the Dursley's woke up the next morning freezing cold and found the walls, floor and ceiling frozen they went berserk, Vernon tried to thunder down the stairs but as they were covered in ice he slipped and slid down the stairs like a water slide and hit the frozen wall hard, at the top of the stairs Petunia gasped as she heard her husband's shoulder break.

"That looked like it hurt."

Petunia flinched as she saw her nephew standing there with a large mace made from ice in his hands "What did you do?"

Harry just grinned as his uncle tried to get back to his feet "I like the cold, so I decided to make some changes, don't you like them?"

Vernon was quickly turning red as he managed to get to his feet "You listen to me you little freak!"

Harry's face instantly turned as cold as ice and the temperature began to drop rapidly "No you listen to me, I don't take orders from you anymore, I do what I want, when I want, stay out of my way and I won't turn you into an ice sculpture. But if you try to mess with me, I'll turn you to ice one body part at a time and shatter you piece by piece."

Vernon wanted to rage and strike his nephew but his wife rushed down to him and placed her hand on his unharmed shoulder "We understand fre- I mean Harry."

Harry just nodded and then made his way upstairs past his relatives, once he was upstairs Vernon turned to his wife "why the hell did you agree to that little freaks demand!"

Petunia was white as she replied "That old man told us he would make sure that the boy was powerless, but he obviously failed, which means we need to look after ourselves and that means staying out of the freaks way until they come to take him to their freak school, and then we move far away."

At the top of the stairs just out of sight Harry shook his head as he overheard his aunt and uncle with ease "idiots, though I wonder who they are talking about, and what school?"

…

The next day before the sun rose Harry left number four and made his way to the park, on his way there he walked past the scene from last night where police and ambulances were all over, trying to thaw the frozen male in the middle of the still frozen street and another group were taking the dead teenage girl away in a body bag.

But he looked at the teenage male still frozen solid in the middle of the street and smiled "I like that sculpture."

"Hey get out of here kid, you're not supposed to be here!"

Harry just smiled at the cop and continued on his way to the park, once he reached the park he sat down on the swing which froze as he made contact with it, he smiled as the area began to get colder and the entire swing set froze, he sat there for several minutes until he heard some older male voices "What the hell, more ice, hey check that kid out."

Harry smiled as the small group of four thuggish looking guys approached him "What are you doing out here kid? Don't you know it's dangerous out here, there are monsters about?"

Harry grinned as they tried to scare him "I know" then his grin turned dark as the ice began to spread along the ground "I'm one of them."

…

The ten-year-old smiled to himself as he looked around his own frozen piece of paradise, it was a secluded area he found in the outskirts of surrey, once here he froze the area to make it nice and cold, around the area were several ice sculptures, but if you looked again you would discover that they were actual people frozen solid. They had become a part of his collection.

The ten year old Jotun was currently crouched down by one of his statues when the scent that made his blood boil reached him again, he stayed crouched hoping the scent would go away but it didn't, it got stronger just as two young girls around twelve to fourteen burst into his area with bows drawn and ready to fire their bronze tipped arrows, they were both wearing green and brown camouflage pants and white parkers meant for winter, they spotted him crouched by a statue and rushed over to him.

"It's okay we're not here to hurt you."

Harry smiled as he stood up and turned to the girls "I don't believe you, your scent burns, it makes my blood burn and I hate burning, I just want it to stop."

He reached out and grabbed the older one by her parka, the younger one screamed and stumbled backwards as ice quickly began to encase the older girl from where Harry had gripped her jacket, the older girl had a look or horror and pain on her face as the ice reached her face, her mouth was open as she tried to scream but the ice began to travel down her throat and freeze her insides much quicker than normal and within moments the teenage girl was frozen solid.

…

Sitting on a cold stone throne in the dark realm of Jotunheim, King Laufey looked up, his red eyes seeing something that the others could not and motioned to his side and a Jotun stepped out of the shadows "Yes my king?"

"I want you to take a group and bring my heir to me, something tells me he has just made a big mistake which could cost him, do not let him die, especially not at the hands of the Olympians."

The Jotun nodded to his king and moved to gather a group to bring the young price to Jotunheim.

…

"You are the one attacking people!"

Harry just smiled as he picked up his newest statue and moved it across the room "Sure am, all these people made the burning feeling, so I had to make them cold to get rid of the fire in my blood, I'm sorry but I have to freeze you to, your smell is making my blood boil and I hate the fire!"

The girl was crying now and fumbling around trying to draw a dagger, and just as the young girl managed to draw the dagger Harry stepped up to her and gripped the hand that was holding the dagger. The girl screamed as her hand and the dagger began to freeze but at a slower rate than the other girl because he grabbed her by the hand, as the ice that was encasing her reached just below her elbow a bronze arrow slammed into his shoulder and pierced right through him sending blood splashing onto the girls face, but as soon as his cold blood hit her warmish face there was a sizzling sound as he skin began to freeze at an insane rate making the girl scream in pain.

Harry screamed in pain as several more arrows struck him in the thigh, hip and one even stuck him in the kidney from behind, the young Jotun screamed as he grabbed the arrow in his kidney and froze it, he tried to pull it out but ended up screaming in more pain and fell face first on the ground.

Standing above him was a girl in her mid-teens; she had long braided black hair and wore the same clothes as the other girls that now surrounded him only she had what looked like a tiara of some kind on her forehead "What kind of monster are you?"

Harry was now on his side writhing in agony as the same scent that made him blood boil overwhelm him, he felt like his blood was literally on fire, the girl who had a dagger drawn and held to his throat trying to intimidate him but Harry was unaware as he almost literally boiled alive by his own blood.

As Harry writhed about on the ground in pain the far wall of the warehouse exploded inwards and the many huntresses had to take some form of cover as four Frost Giants burst through the wall, they charged towards the downed prince knocking aside the hunters and shattering the frozen statues, the girl with long black hair and caramel coloured skin immediately began to launch bronze arrows at the approaching giants, but even though the arrows did pierce their flesh they were no more than an annoyance to the large blue skinned monsters. The one in the lead formed a large club of ice and swung at her, not expecting the speed the giant moved with the girl was sent crashing into her fellow huntresses.

Three Jotun's took up a defensive ring around the fourth that carefully picked up the Jotun Prince who shifted into his full Jotun form as the combined Jotun's turned the temperature into sub-zero temperatures.

"At ease little King, we've come to take you home" The Jotun that picked up Harry turned to one of the three Jotun, the one who had several unique markings and a frozen staff on its back "Open a portal to Jotunheim, Shaman!"

The Jotun Shaman nodded and grabbed its staff and began to wave, shake and stamp his staff while chanting in some obscure language that none of the huntresses could understand, and within moments a large frost covered portal of energy appeared and the temperature inside the warehouse and the surrounding area began to drop even further as the frozen atmosphere of Jotunheim begin to seep through the portal.

"How did it open so fast Shaman?"

Said Shaman shook his head "Most likely the fact that this area is full of the little Kings power which was used to open the portal. Now get moving, the King won't be happy if he has to wait to long."