Prue L. Lawrence—1/9/2015

**These are not my characters, I'm just a fangirl. Disclaimer!

As days turned into weeks, and finally into a month, Elsa had gotten somewhat used to her lifestyle at Xavier's school. She learned things she had never even thought of before, and though she was average and struggled in some aspects, she excelled in others. Eventually, Bobby didn't need to show her around much anymore, and sometimes she missed his company. He had been a good friend to her.

Elsa sat on a stool in her first art class that she had ever taken. In front of her was a large table, slanted upward at a thirty degree angle to compensate for drawing. Elsa liked this table. She could get lost in her own world, focusing intently on the smallest of details. Her careful fingers created a bridge crossing over a crashing river. She was working on the individual bricks, trying to make them seem as lifelike as possible. The room was empty. Classes were done for the day, but Elsa wanted to sketch some more.

She didn't even hear Bobby coming up behind her.

"You drew that?"

Elsa's eyes went wide, and she just barely managed not to scrape the paper with her pencil in an obvious mistake. She gripped her pencil so hard she was convinced it would break.

"Bobby."

"Sorry, did I scare you?" He leaned against the table, looking down at her drawing. "You know, not very many people can do that."

"I'm sure they could if they focused hard enough."

Bobby smiled. "Are you kidding? I can barely draw stick figures."

"That's what everyone says. If you just took this class, you wouldn't be able to say that anymore." It was true. Elsa didn't believe she could draw very well in the beginning. Now, her fingers curled around the pencil familiarly as its tip trailed across the paper, turning two dimensions into three.

"Are you avoiding me, or something? I mean, I see you in the hallways all the time, but you don't even wave anymore."

Elsa stiffened. It was true. She wanted to be around Bobby. He was familiar to her, and in a lot of ways, one of her only friends at Xavier's school. "Do you want me to be honest?"

"It's why I asked," he replied. "Come on. Is it because I smell?"

Elsa laughed, cupping her chin in her pencil hand. "No, it's not that." She turned her head towards him. "You and Rogue—I mean, for a while, I was convinced she didn't like me because she would have thought that—because of that day you were showing me how to use my powers, she misinterpreted the meaning."

Bobby shook his head. "No, Rogue isn't like that. She's kind of harsh sometimes, everyone knows that. But she isn't one to hold grudges. She knows there's nothing between us."

Elsa sighed. "So I can still see you?"

"Yes, you can still see me."

When he turned to go, Elsa couldn't help herself.

"Wait, please—don't just leave," she clenched her fist, realizing she had literally reached out to her friend.

"Come on. We should go and do something. You have a pretty white ivory tower over here in the corner, but no one can see it at the moment. You can work on it later, Elsa." He walked to her, taking her elbow. "Come on!"

Elsa frowned. "I'm almost done with the bridge."

Bobby frowned down at her work. "Is 'almost done' definitive to 'five hours later'? Come on. I want to show you something."

Elsa sighed, and gathered up her pencils, placing them in her miniature box designed just for holding artistic supplies. Gathering up her drawing, she placed it in a small folder and put everything in her cubbyhole that had long curvy letter on it that inscribed her name: "Elsa."

"What is it?"

"I said show you, not tell you."

"Bobby, what?" But Elsa was smiling.

"Elsa, wait for it."

He took her to the front of the school to the fountain. "Close your eyes."

"What?"

"Just close them."

Elsa slowly put her fingers over her eyes.

"Don't look, either."

"I won't."

Elsa stayed where she was, but her ears heard what her eyes couldn't see. Crinkling paper and glass breaking was the best way to describe it: Bobby was turning the fountain into ice.

"Hold out your hand."

Her eyes still closed, Elsa held out her hands like a small child asking for candy. Something that felt like small rope curled around her fingers accompanied by a heavier weight beneath them. She was surprised, but didn't open her eyes.

"Okay, your Highness. Open your eyes."

She did, and in her hand were small ice skates. Her eyes widened. "I haven't done this in so long," she said. "I don't know about this."

"Come on. It's like riding a bicycle."

"I've never heard of a bicycle."

"It's easy—come on, I'll even help you put them on."

When Elsa could stand on her feet in the skates, she climbed over the edge of the fountain, now long used to wearing jeans and the thick denim. "You don't think Xavier will get angry, do you?"

"Nah—Storm might, though. It'll be worth it. Besides, this does have some educational purposes to it."

"Really?" She smiled. "Like what?"

He smiled mischievously, and Elsa heard another sound similar to the ice, but softer. His hands were behind his back. "Like this." He threw a snowball at her, and she just barely caught it in the air before it hit her. It wasn't made of ice—it was packed snow.

"You know, you could really hurt someone with that."

"You won't melt."

The pair skated around the miniature rink, throwing snow and ice back and forth in the defensive and offensive. Bobby was right—them skating around each other had to do with movement, defense, and attacking at the same time. Especially in the close quarters that they were in.

Bobby threw her a particularly hard chunk of ice, now that they were more used to movement around each other in the largest spigot in the middle of the fountain. She deflected it and cast it out to the side of the fountain. Bobby skated directly towards her, missing the spigot, and she reacted instantly, forming a small snowball with a bit of ice in the middle to create a sting. Before she could throw it, Bobby had already reached Elsa, and they collided.

Fortunately, Bobby had some sense to create powdered snow around the two of them as they fell.

Elsa sat up beside her friend, rubbing her head. "That really hurt," she moaned.

"I bet your enemies will have compassion on you and spare your head a bruise," Bobby replied. "Besides, I was tired."

She sighed. It really didn't hurt all that much.

"Here, Storm can look at your head, but I'm sure there's nothing wrong with it."

"You do realize people can see you, right?" A gruff voice called out behind them. Bobby turned around, surprised. "Logan."

Elsa turned to where Bobby looked. A man that was twice as big as Bobby, and looked to be in his thirties stared at them just beyond the ice rink. Black hair curved back into two points on the side of his head, ending in long sideburns on his cheeks, reminding Elsa of a wolf along with his severe eyes and dark leather jacket.

"Who's this, another student?"

Bobby nodded. "This is Elsa. Elsa, this is Logan."

Elsa stood up, her head throbbing. She realized this wasn't exactly a good impression for

this man. "Bobby was just helping me learn how to use my powers more effectively."

Logan looked at Elsa, then to Bobby, his face changing into a sardonic expression. "Right. Is this the girl Xavier said came from Arendelle?"

"You don't have to speak about me as though I'm not here," Elsa's voice cut across Bobby's. "Yes, I'm Queen Elsa from Arendelle."

One of the man's eyebrows raised. "Don't be offended, kid. I didn't mean it that way."

Bobby quickly took control of the situation. "Where's Cyclop's motorcycle?"

Logan jerked his thumb back towards the school's parking garage. "In there."

"You know, he's not going to be very happy with you."

"He's never happy with me, which is helpful because then I can use his bike whenever I want."

Bobby sighed. "You didn't hear anything from me."

"You got it, Bobby."

When Logan was out of earshot, Bobby spoke. "That's Logan. He's a little rough around the edges, but you'll like him soon enough."

Elsa nodded. "I hope so."

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