Prue L. Lawrence—1/9/2015

**These are not my characters, X Men and Frozen and Dr. Who belong to their respective owner

Elsa walked up to her afternoon session with Bobby and Storm. She had been doing this for weeks now. Cobblestone lined in perfectly shaped stones tapped silently under her feet.

Every day, at five in the afternoon, Storm, Xavier, Cyclops and Jean would have several students assemble and practice controlling their powers. Elsa had managed in the past month to stop her power from emerging unexpectedly due to specific emotions.

"It's one of the first basic lessons," Bobby told her. 'Especially in younger years, like us, when emotions appear more prominently in teenagers, that's where the problem is. When you get older, your powers grow, no matter how powerful you are when you start. Which is why it's more particularly dangerous for you, because of how much power you have now.'

Elsa understood that well enough. She had experienced this many times. When she got nervous, or scared, ice would shoot from her fingers. It was why she had stayed away from Anna so much when she was smaller. Elsa was considered dangerous, not being in control of her ice powers. But she had gotten better as time went on.

Xavier held the classes outside of the school, in a field specifically reserved for those classes. Elsa walked by herself when she heard someone coming up behind her. She turned, and her heart stopped for a moment. It was the man from before: Logan.

"It's okay, kid. I'm going to the same place you are."

Elsa paused, waiting for the man to catch up to her. "Are you a teacher here?"

He smiled, grimly. "Not really. But I help Xavier out from time to time."

"So, you're not a teacher," she replied. "You have no obligations here, why stay?"

"I wouldn't say that," he replied. "I heard that your power is like Bobby's."

She nodded. Then she stopped walking. Logan turned to look at her. "What?"

"Are you a… mutant?" He hadn't shown anything significant since he had arrived, but then again, she hadn't seen him much, either.

He smiled. "You want to see my power?"

She nodded.

"Okay, kid. But you've gotta promise you won't scream, or anything."

"Why would I scream?"

"You promise?"

"Yes."

Logan turned to face her in the path. He held his fist up slowly, his arm perpendicular to his body. He focused on his fist, and Elsa watched.

He was right—she was apt to at least gasp.

A ringing sound of metal, almost like a sword pulled from its sheath. Six inch, metal daggers ripped through Logan's knuckles and looked horribly like claws, slight curvatures at the tips. Her eyes widened, and she clapped a hand over her mouth.

His face had a slight grimace to it, and when Elsa had gotten a good look at his claws, they had disappeared as quickly as they had come.

"How is that a power? It looks like some sort of… modification."

"A body modification? Well, you're half right, kid."

"What happened to you?" she blurted out, before she could stop herself.

"It's adamantium; the metal is throughout my bone structure." He had turned to walk again, as though he hadn't just shown her he had claws. "It was my choice, but I can't remember much of it."

"And… your claws. Were those your original bone structure as well?"

He paused. "Yes."

"Did it hurt?"

"Yeah. I mean, I think it would have. I don't remember much of it."

Elsa was silent. "I'm sorry that happened to you."

"Don't be. You had nothing to do with it."

"Does it hurt when they come out?"

He nodded. "We're here."

Elsa's eyes widened. "Oh."

The field was a wide expanse of grass. There were a few students spread out—Elsa could see fire licking through the air from one student, while another was levitating two people off of the ground with her mind.

"Do you want to practice with me?" Logan asked, tugging on her braid when she was looking around at another boy's entire physique change into a striking resemblance of Storm.

"Oh—but, you don't need to practice, do you?" She felt nervous.

Logan laughed, softly. "No, Elsa. I was thinking you throw some pieces of ice at me or something, and I could use my claws on them."

"Wouldn't that hurt?" Her eyes widened.

"No, adamantium is indestructable. I've cut through denser material, trust me."

"Okay."

As if by unspoken agreement, the pair backed away from each other slowly.

"Why don't you try going back a step or two every time you hit me with your ice?" Logan suggested. "It'll increase your range."

"I'll try not to hit you," she replied, frowning.

"You probably will," he replied. When she started to protest, he cut her off. "Elsa, I know what I'm doing. I've trained with Bobby, and that boy can throw a punch. I'm used to it by now."

When the two were ten yards away from each other, Elsa curved her fingers in a definitive spherical shape. Instantly the crackling sounded from her fingers, and she had created a ball—a somewhat imperfect sphere, but alright—and aimed it at Logan's chest. She heard the metal ring from his knuckles, the same grimace. He took a step forward as his fist arced through the air, the claws slicing through the ice as though it were paper.

When Elsa stared at the cut pieces of ice at his feet, he held his hand out to her, the claws retracted, his palm outlaid and fingers pressed together and folded back onto his palm in quick and repeated gestures. Come and get me.

Elsa smiled, took a step back, and an ice block even larger than she had created before. She glanced up to see Logan's face smiling in the afternoon light. He seemed confident for this one.

Elsa raised her hands over her head, and she felt the weight of the ice over her head. She threw it towards him again, and again, his claws flashed out again. This time, he didn't cut it, but caught it in his hands.

"You can throw harder than that, Elsa. Come on."

She knew she could. Again, she threw a block of similar size and weight at Logan.

"Again."

She did.

After a sufficient number of tries, she stepped back several paces. By this time, they were at least twenty yards from each other.

"Can you make this one?" he yelled to her.

She nodded, but wasn't sure if he had noticed the gesture. "I think so," she called back.

"Try making it heavier this time," a voice said behind her. "Heavier objects fly faster and harder."

She turned. "Bobby."

"Just try it," he told her. "Make it look like a snowball."

Logan smiled from across the field. "Bobby, you didn't skip."

"No. Let Elsa go one more time," Bobby called back to him.

Elsa made a chunk of ice the size of her head, quickly masking it with packed snow. Bobby took her hand, and she stiffened. "We can double the power this way. Watch, ready? One, two…" he looked at her for approval, and she nodded, both of their opposite arms in the air. "Three," he whispered to her.

The two of them pulled their arms back in a deliberate motion. Elsa put all the force she had into her arm in throwing it to Logan.

Logan's claws cut through the ice, but only partway. Elsa and Bobby could hear him grunt from across the field as his hand, claws, and body stumbled under the weight of the compacted ice within the snow.

Bobby and Elsa laughed, and jogging across the field, Bobby bent over his friend. "You alright, Logan?"

"I forgot how hard you could hit, kid. Not bad, Elsa. Not bad."

Elsa was surprised. "You used my name."

"Yeah, don't get used to it," he grunted, placing his foot on the piece of ice, and pushed down with surprising force.

Elsa stopped him. "Wait, I can unfreeze it."

He glanced up at her. "Really?"

"Yes. Take your foot away from the ice, please."

Placing her hand on the ice itself, she thought of Anna, forming a picture in her mind of her sister. She felt the ice underneath her fingers liquify.

Bobby stared. "Woah. I've never been able to undo my power like that before. How did you do that?"

Elsa stood up. "It's complicated. It has to do with certain trolls."

"Trolls?"

"Nevermind; you wouldn't believe me if I told you."

Bobby and Logan exchanged glances. "Come on, Elsa. It can't be that bad."

Elsa sighed. It couldn't hurt to say. "When I had… turned Arendelle into an eternal frost, I couldn't undo it on my own. Until I had hurt my sister, I realized how much I truly loved her and… It just melted. The trolls said that, uhm—they said that love could melt a frozen heart. So, whenever I think of Anna, my powers undo themselves."

She blushed, looking down at the ground. She felt silly for mentioning it.

"Love, huh?" Bobby said.

"Just think of Rogue, Bobby. It'll work then," Logan said, automatically.

Elsa smiled as Bobby stuttered, his face turning red. The rest of the night passed with the three of them practicing the teenagers' powers on Logan's claws.

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