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It took an hour to finally convince Anna of this. It felt ironic knowing that this was the same girl who had wanted to marry a man within hours of knowing his existence. Then again, Elsa had done essentially the same thing with trusting Xavier. Maybe Anna's experience with the subject made her even more distrusting of any stranger. Especially one who was trying to take her sister away from her.
"If he wanted to make me go, he would already have, Anna." Elsa said. "Please, I know you can rule while I'm gone. It's not going to be forever."
Anna sighed. "If you're convinced of this, then who am I to stop you?"
Elsa smiled and kissed her sister's forehead. "That's my girl."
Kristoff held Anna's hand throughout all of this.
"Can I trust Anna in your hands?" Elsa turned to him.
He nodded. "Yes, Queen." He bowed to her.
Elsa was already shaking her head. "You tell her that." She grinned.
Elsa stood in front of the man in the wheelchair, and the man with the blue box.
"We'll get there by the TARDIS." The Doctor said. To Elsa's surprise, he kissed the box itself. "You sexy thing."
Does he always do this? Elsa thought, looking directly at Xavier. Just when she thought he didn't hear her, Xavier's voice entered her head.
More times than I can count.
Elsa giggled before she could stop herself. She still felt suspicion, but couldn't deny a growing curiosity in herself.
The Doctor turned a suspicious eye on the both of them. Before he could ask, Elsa scrabbled for the one question she wondered.
"Why do you call it the TARDIS?" She asked.
"Time and relative dimensions in space. Or," He added, a fox-like smile on his face, "Sexy."
"A mad man with a blue box." Elsa muttered.
"I am definitely a mad man with a blue box." The Doctor said, hearing her. "Allons-y!"
Before Elsa could question whether or not she should really should go with the man in the wheelchair and the madman with the blue box, she stepped into the TARDIS.
The machinery in the TARDIS was strange. Elsa saw things she wasn't quite sure she could identify. She sat, as dignified as she could make herself seem.
"I'd hold onto something." The Doctor told her. Before Elsa could ask why, she felt her whole world jerk to one side. She gasped, grabbing for anything to keep herself stable. The bar that circled around the main contraption that she had taken started to crystallize. She closed her eyes, feeling terrified.
And almost as soon as it had started, it had stopped. Slowly, she opened her eyes. She could see someone in front of her. Someone with a great coat and tie.
"Are you alright your Highness?" The Doctor asked.
"As alright as anyone can be." She replied, honestly. Her body suddenly felt tired. "Ooh…" She groaned, putting her forehead in her hands.
"You alright?" The Doctor sat on his haunches in front of her, looking into her eyes earnestly.
"Yes, I-I just feel a bit ill is all." she replied.
"Timey-wimey, wibbly wobbly stuff." The Doctor said. "Time does that to you."
"I don't understand." Elsa replied, looking back at him.
"That's alright" he said, "No one ever does." Immediately standing up, the Doctor held his hand out to Elsa. "Queen Elsa, I would like to introduce you to Xavier's school for the gifted."
"We're here already?" She asked, her eyes widening. She felt surprised.
" 'Course we are! Come on." The Doctor grinned. Elsa had to admit that he was very attractive. Then again, so was Hans. Look how he turned out. She thought. The Doctor didn't seem to have any malice in him, though. He was just a madman. A madman in a blue box.
Xavier was already by the door to the TARDIS. Elsa wondered how he didn't fall over in his wheelchair.
"Elsa, welcome to my school." He said. The Doctor stepped in front of them both and opened the door.
Elsa blinked into the sun that shone in through the doors. At first she was blinded. As her eyes adjusted, she gasped at what she saw before her.
She suddenly felt uncomfortably warm. Her dress was long, and so were the sleeves. It was also a dark color. She suddenly felt uncomfortable.
"Jean will have some clothes for you." Xavier told her, as if reading her thoughts. Her heart stopped. What if he had?
"Who's Jean?" She asked.
"I am," said a voice behind Elsa. She turned around, surprised.
A woman stood there-Jean, from what Xavier said. She was beautiful, however her face was severe; dark red ringlets framed her arched jaw bone.
"Hello?" Elsa asked. She felt suddenly awkward. Her dress felt out of place among these people. Jean was dressed in a sleeveless gray shirt and denim, while Elsa's dress flowed out behind her elegantly.
"Follow me." Jean said. To Elsa's surprise, a smile came over Jean's face.
"They'll be quite a pair, won't they?" Elsa heard Xavier whisper to the man called the Doctor. She heard the Doctor laugh softly as she walked away.
"Yes they will." He replied softly.