Prue L. Lawrence—1/9/2015

**Disclaimer! These are not my characters! THis is just fan fiction

Elsa walked down one of the hallways next to Bobby the next day. She glanced around, her eyes darting back and forth.

"Who are you looking for?"

Elsa stiffened. "Well, where's Rogue?"

"You aren't still worried that she'll kill you in the middle of the night, are you?" Bobby smiled down at her. When she didn't react, he frowned. "Come on, that was funny."

Elsa smiled weakly. "It was, but I thought she'd be with you by now." It was true. Rogue had made a point lately of not being around the two of them when they were together.

"She doesn't get jealous easily. Quit worrying about it."

Elsa sighed. "Could we just practice with our powers or something?"

"If it'll stop you from worrying so much, yeah."

It was midday, and the students were allowed to eat lunch, and go to other classes for help on separate subjects.

The pair walked outside, and Elsa set her papers and backpack down. Bobby copied her movements—his pack was mostly black with icy blue borders lining the sides in curving designs.

Elsa sat down, tucking her legs underneath herself. She, over the past few weeks had begun to wear jeans. Jean had cut off a pair just above the knees for her for the summer, and she was glad of it. Her feet had sandals on them that wrapped around her feet in black and silver coils, an ankle brace at the back. Her shirt was sleeveless as well, giving her arms room to breathe in the heat.

Elsa cupped her hands together, creating a dip with her palms. She closed her eyes, enjoying the slow crystallization rising above her fingers. Slowly expanding her hands, she felt the ice grow bigger.

She stopped the growth of the ice, and heard it clap as it fell into her hand, skin and ice making contact.

"You can control your ice a lot easier now," Bobby said to her.

"I'm not as good as you."

"That's because I've been doing this longer than you, Elsa. You're farther along than I was, when I first discovered I could create ice from my fingertips."

"I guess I always knew," Elsa replied. "But I was always kept to myself after… something happened with my powers, and I was shut in my room for years."

"There's always risk with having powers, Elsa. But that doesn't mean you should try and hide it." Bobby took the ice from her fingers. It started to melt in his palms.

"I wish it were that easy."

"It is."

"I wish that—maybe I could do something more with it, you know?"

Bobby set the ice down on the grass. "What do you mean?"

"I managed to put Arendelle into winter."

"You want to do that again?"

"No—I just wish that I could speed up the process. Of controlling my powers on a bigger scale." She pulled her knees up, and folded her arms round them. "Of course, Xavier would never let me."

"He's not trying to control you, Elsa. Some students feel that way, but Xavier knows more about power than any of us."

"What do you mean?"

Bobby frowned. He created another ball of ice and passed it to her. "He has a sort of… philosophy, that if too much power is given, there's a risk. That you'd abuse what you have, and try to hurt, or control others because of it. He believes that our powers can be used for helping others, but at the same time, power can turn good people into evil. It's why he wants you to make a gradual change, so that this doesn't happen, and as more time passes, you'll understand that you can't abuse your power."

"Why would anyone do that?" she asked.

Bobby scoffed. "You know the white streak of hair Rogue has on her head? She didn't dye her hair that way."

Elsa frowned. "What do you mean?"

Bobby sighed. "A powerful mutant, a man that goes by the pseudonym 'Magneto,' tried to use Rogue's power through a machine to inflict other humans to become mutants themselves. He wanted to destroy them, because such an abrupt change in human cells can prove to be fatal. They were important people—similar to a King, or a Queen." He paused, looking over at her. "It would be like him trying to inflict your sister, Anna. She would die because of the change."

Elsa didn't reply for a minute. "And… how did Rogue survive?"

"Logan saved her. They're closer friends than most people realize." He paused. "Xavier tries every day to make sure that mutants do not turn into what Magneto is."

"I would never do something like that," Elsa murmured.

"No one knows what they would have done if they knew their capacities. It took years for Xavier to control his power. Can you see what would have happened if he wasn't trained correctly? He could take over the nation, countries—the world, even. Just with controlling someone else's mind."

Elsa shuddered at the thought. "Why is he a teacher here, if he could do so much more?"

"I think that he is doing something very noble, now. I mean, look around you." Bobby gestured to the school behind him. "He's taking in kids who, a large percentage of them have been turned out by their parents because they couldn't take what their child was. A mutant—a freak. He makes this environment comfortable for us. More than that, we're safe from the outside world until we can protect ourselves."

Elsa frowned. "I never thought of it that way before."

"Most people don't. You know what he did when he first came to my house?"

Elsa shook her head.

"My parents left me alone with him in the livingroom. They probably didn't want to see Xavier, anyway. He told me that everything would be alright, and that I wouldn't have to be afraid anymore when I came to his school for the gifted. He hasn't let me down, once."

"He is a good man," Elsa said.

"You'll learn how to control your powers more as you get older. You'll be powerful, Elsa. Xavier personally said that to me. He has faith in what you can do."

The bell rang, signifying for the classes to assemble again.

4