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"That's a beautiful dress, but you can't train your powers with that." Jean told Elsa, coyly. "This is a school."
Elsa nodded. "I haven't brought anything with me, though."
Jean looked surprised. "Really? As a queen, you'd probably have more clothes. You look about my size, though. I'll get you something to wear."
"Thank you." Elsa replied. She did want to see what this new education would turn out to be.
Jean produced denim jeans similar to what she was wearing, but with a lighter blue shirt and short sleeves. A little snowflake was embroidered on the right sleeve. Elsa smiled, seeing it.
Jean smiled in return. "You like it? I thought it was appropriate."
"Thank you." Elsa said, looking at Jean. Elsa knew that back in Arandelle, if she were to wear pants like the men, people would be shocked.
She let that go, anyway.
Elsa changed into her clothes, and looked at herself in the mirror. She peered at the braid. She heard a knock at the door, and she turned, startled, to find Jean standing there.
"Maybe you should let your hair down, too." Jean told her.
Elsa fingered the band at the end of her braid. After coming to a decision, she pulled it out, and weaved her fingers through her hair. It was wavy from the hours of it being in a braid.
Jean handed her a brush, and Elsa combed through it. Her white hair fell against her shirt. The colors reminded her of winter, how snowflakes fell to the earth individually.
"There. You're ready to go."
Elsa turned to the dress that was on her bed, where she was going to be staying.
"What should I do with my dress?" She asked Jean, looking up at her. Jean glanced at it.
"I wouldn't worry about it at the moment. Xavier wants to see you in his office."
"I've already discussed with him about the school, though." Elsa told Jean. "Why does he need me again?"
"I'm not sure." Jean said, shrugging nonchalantly. "I wouldn't be too concerned with it, though," she said, eying Elsa's worried face. "Xavier doesn't intimidate people."
Elsa shook her head, smiling. "I'm just a little…" She couldn't find the word.
"Unnerved? Nervous?" Jean asked, and Elsa nodded. "Don't worry about it, sweetie. Everyone feels this way when they come into this school. You'll love Xavier eventually. We all do."
Elsa nodded.
"Your first assignment will be with Robert." Xavier told Elsa when she sat down in his office. He indicated a boy standing beside him. "Robert, this is Elsa from Arendelle. You'll find that you both have similar powers."
"Call me Bobby." The boy said, extending a hand. Elsa hesitated, but eventually reached out and shook it. She gasped when she felt cold reach from his fingers into her hand and up to her wrist. She jerked back, however involuntarily.
"Sorry." The boy quickly said.
"No, it's alright." Elsa smiled. "I was just startled, is all. The cold doesn't bother me." She was surprised; she had never met anyone able to do the things she was able to.
"What will we be doing?" She asked, looking first at Xavier, then at Bobby.
"Don't worry, I'm going to be teaching you to control your powers. Storm taught me everything I know, and she's really good at what she does."
"Storm?" Elsa asked, looking up at Bobby, curiously.
"She's one of the teachers at this school." He replied. Now that Elsa really looked at him, he was very attractive; his face was rounded, similar to a child's, but amiable.
"Does she have a power?" She asked hesitantly.
"Everyone here does." Bobby replied, almost automatically. "They don't call it the 'school for the gifted' for nothing."
Elsa smiled. "I should hope so."
"Are you tired, Elsa?" Xavier asked from across the desk.
She shook her head. "Why?"
"If you want, Bobby can show you around." Xavier said. "I think he would make for a better tourist than an old man like me."
Elsa smiled. "I would like that."
Bobby had shown Elsa through the school. She looked around, taking in her surroundings. Though she knew she would forget where everything was, once she was in a place long enough, she could very well find her way around.
"What are you thinking about?" Bobby asked her.
"Nothing important." Elsa smiled. "I'm just not used to this place yet. I hopefully will be."
"Sure you will be." Bobby smiled. "I hope you get to stay here for a while. The teachers really care about about all of us, Xavier especially. He knows what it's like to have powers, and be alienated for it." Elsa thought about the duke of Weasleton who had judged her on her powers.
"You have no idea." She hugged her arms.
"Don't worry, I do."
"So…" She paused. "You control ice, too?"
"Yeah." He said. He stopped beside a vertical beam next to a staircase. Holding one hand out in front of him, mimicking holding something rounded, white air rose up in front of his fingers, creating something. Elsa couldn't tell what it was until the flow of ice had stopped formulating the figure. She gasped in surprise.
It looked like a white figure of herself in her long dress she had created with her ice. The detail was small, accurate. She took it from his hand, gingerly.
"Could you teach me how to do that?" She asked, looking up at him. Bobby smiled.
"Yeah. We can start now. C'mon."
The two walked outside. It was a bright spring day; Elsa shaded her eyes. She followed Bobbie's figure.
He led her to a pond that was towards the back of the school. Bordered by cement, it almost looked like a long walkway.
She stood in front of it.
"I'm not sure Xavier would be happy if we froze this." She said, glancing at Bobbie.
"No one will care." He replied. "Hold your arms out to the water and close your eyes." She obeyed, her fingers reaching towards the water.
"Do you mind if I hold your arms?" He asked. "It'll help, I promise. Storm did this with me."
Elsa nodded, and she felt Bobbie take her arms at the elbow. His grip was gentle, but firm.
"You know how you can feel the ice coming up from your core, through your arms, and out your fingers?" He asked her. She nodded. Bobbie went on: "Try and focus a little bit of your power out. Be calm, and clear your head. I can harness your ice if too much comes out." Elsa nodded again. He sounded confident.
Elsa forced the familiar feeling from her center, feeling it go up through her abdomen, arms, wrists, finally to her hands. A keening sound came from her fingers. She knit her brow, trying to gauge how much was coming out.
"A little too much. Less, Elsa." Bobbie's voice instructed. Elsa forced herself to let out smaller amounts of ice. She could feel the the element lessening. "Good." Bobbie told her. Slowly, she felt his arms let go of hers. She could still feel that he was there, close to her. A soft whisper of what was there, as though in precaution.
"A little more, now. Not much." Bobbie whispered close to her ear. She eased her arms in, then slowly pushed out, as though she were actually pushing the ice out of her system.
"A little more." Bobbie repeated. Elsa felt his hands take her elbows again. She felt slightly uncomfortable at his touch, but she had a feeling that she could trust Bobbie. He was harnessing her power, making sure it didn't go out of control.
"Bobby?" A voice cut through Elsa's consciousness. She cried out-the voice was uncomfortably close, and loud. She opened her eyes, out of instinct. An unusual amount of ice shot from her fingers, and the pond had turned frozen solid. She felt blood rising up into her face.
"Rogue." Bobby said; his voice was surprised.
"Who is this?" The voice asked harshly. Elsa turned herself towards Rogue-the voice was female.
A brunette stood a few meters away from Bobbie and Elsa. A streak of white colored a strand of her hair, creating a sharp contrast to the rest of the brown. From the look on her face, Elsa could tell that she wasn't very happy. Elsa suddenly wanted to make herself as small as possible, so this girl wouldn't be able to see her.
"Rogue, this is Elsa. She's the queen of Arendelle that Xavier was talking to us about." Bobbie's tone was explanatory-nervous, even. "I was teaching her how to control her power.
Rogue seemed to consider this. Her face looked… upset.
"Elsa, this is my girlfriend, Rogue."
Elsa's eyes widened. "I'm sorry," she stuttered, realizing why this girl was so tense; "he really was just teaching me how to control my power."
Rogue then did something very unexpected. She smiled, the curves of her mouth pushing up dimples. She looked strangely mischievous.
"It's okay."
Somehow, Elsa didn't believe her.
"We should go inside." Rogue went on. Now that Elsa thought about it, Rogue's voice had a slight accent to it. "The other students will want to meet you."
Bobby turned toward Elsa, giving her a helpless smile. "Don't worry about it." He then followed Rogue, and Elsa scampered after him in turn. Bobby was literally her only friend in this school. She didn't want to lose sight of him.