Prue L. Lawrence—1/9/2015

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Elsa sat at her usual place to eat for lunch. Granted, it wasn't as good of food as that from the chefs in Arendelle, but it was different for a change. In fact, she enjoyed being able to be like others, and not as Queen. People didn't bow, they didn't stutter her name. For once, she felt like an equal among others.

She waited patiently for Bobby, who usually came a few minutes after she did. The food today was what the students called a hoagie bun, a cleverly made sandwich, that didn't look much like a sandwich at all when you first looked at it. It looked more similarly to the hamburger that was also served here, except more elongated with a piece of ham in the middle with curious white seeds spread over the top in random assortments.

As Elsa expected, she could see Bobby walking towards her. Usually he came by with Rogue, but Elsa was surprised to see a third figure behind them. He-or at least Elsa assumed the person was a he-walked behind them with a sullen swagger.

When they approached, Elsa nodded kindly up to Bobby and Rogue, greeting them as usual. Her gaze travelled to the stranger. He had pale blond hair, almost white like hers. His eyebrows were several shades darker, almost black, similar to his eyes which looked sunken against his pale skin. His expression was fixed into a constant bored look, though Elsa could not tell very well since his eyes were covered by transitional glasses, something Bobby had told her before.

His expression shifted around warily, reminding Elsa of a snake flicking back and forth. Her mind instantly went to Hans, who had seemed so kind, but had he not been so handsome, he probably would have looked similar to this.

Stop it, she chided herself. He hasn't even spoken yet. He isn't Hans.

"Elsa, this is Blake," Bobby told her. Elsa turned herself back to Bobby's genuine expression. "I met him in math class, and asked if he wanted to eat with us."

Elsa turned back to Blake, trying to penetrate through his dark glasses. They made her feel uncomfortable, not being able to see his face properly.

She hadn't realized that Bobby was explaining where Elsa had come from, and Blake finally spoke.

"The Queen from... Where was it?"

"Arendelle," Rogue replied, helpfully.

"Arendelle," he said, as though trying out the word for himself. "Your powers must be astronomical."

Elsa shook her head, smiling. "I'm not exactly proud of having done that, but yes. The entire fjord had frozen over."

"You managed to undo this by yourself? Amazing." His voice had a soft, subdued hue to it. Elsa couldn't help but picture another snake, its green eyes with black slits following her lazily, never blinking.

"What's your power?" she asked, the thought suddenly ocurring to her.

"That's the most asked question around here, isn't it?" He asked, his eyes never leaving her. Elsa wanted to sink into the ground. "I can control metal."

"Like Magneto?" Bobby asked, staring at him. Elsa shuddered at the thought. Rogue had never spoken to her about Magneto, but Bobby had, and Elsa knew enough to know how terrible that mutant was.

Blake shook his head. "No, nowhere near that powerful. But yes, I can mold and use metal to my advantage."

Elsa stared at him. Metal, she thought. Logan's skeletal system was lined with adamantium. "How much can you lift at a time?"

"In weight?" Blake asked, and she nodded. "I couldn't say."

Elsa's shoulders slumped. Did Logan know about Blake? She had a horrible feeling that he could use his power against Logan, and her stomach clenched at the thought. She was fond of Logan; the thought of someone overpowering him was difficult to fathom; least of all from Blake.

"May I sit by you, Queen Elsa?" Blake asked, making a mock bow. Elsa stiffened.

"Elsa is just fine, thank you."

"I was only joking. I don't bite, I promise."

Elsa couldn't help but feel unconvinced, but at a nod from Bobby, she shifted her legs underneath herself and gestured for Blake to sit beside her.

"So tell me,how did you manage to put Arendelle into an eternal winter? I hear those exact words all the time, but I can't help but think that is an impossible feat."

"It's not eternal," Elsa replied. "I melted it myself."

Blake's eyes widened. "Really? That must have taken a great deal of power. How did you do it?"

Elsa felt her cheeks start to burn. "It wasn't that hard, really. I just..." She looked over at Bobby. He was really one of the few who knew how she had melted Arendelle's winter.

"She felt love for her sister," Bobby answered for her, unabashed.

"Love?" Blake asked, as though unfamiliar with the word.

"Yes," Rogue replied.

"Forgive me, but that is not a common use of controlling one's powers."

Elsa shook her head. "I didn't ask to have it, or even know where it came from. The trolls told me so. That if I didn't know how to control them, that I would use my powers for evil."

Blake stared at her blankly. "The trolls?"

Elsa realized how silly that must have sounded. "Yes, the only ones in Arendelle that knew about my powers before... Well, before everyone knew."

"I didn't know trolls existed," Blake said. Why is he so intent on the trolls?

"They do, just under bridges where humans can't find them," Elsa replied. "Or else in solitary locations. They don't interact with humans much. You probably have seen some, but they have a tendency to make themselves look like boulders."

"I see. Are there any other magical creatures in Arendelle?"

Elsa paused. "Not that I can think of. Trolls aren't as magical as you think. They can foresee things, but that's all." Elsa frowned. Now that she thought about it, it was possible they had more powers than she knew of.

"Are there any other mutants in Arendelle?"

"Not that I know of."

"Your sister?"

"No."

Elsa walked with Bobby and Rogue, followed by Blake. Elsa walked into her classroom, closely followed by Bobby; Rogue and Blake waited outside.

"Are you okay? You didn't seem to like Blake," he whispered to her.

"I liked him," Elsa lied. When Bobby raised his eyebrow, skeptical, she continued: "Well enough."

"Give him a chance. He's a really nice guy, you'll see."

She sighed. "I-just-" Bobby watched her expectantly, though she was unsure of what to say. "Do you ever get the feeling from someone, that you aren't quite comfortable with them?"

Bobby nodded.

"You don't get that feeling with Blake?"

He shook his head.

"I got the same feeling with Hans." When Bobby's face went blank, she explained: "My sister's previous fiance. But he wanted to take over our kingdom, and my sister was so taken with him, it was difficult to stop her."

"And you're feeling the same way about Blake?"

She nodded. "I can't explain it."

"He can't take over your kingdom." Bobby smiled.

"I wouldn't count on that," she replied.

"Hey, come on. He's a good guy. You might eventually trust him like you trust me."

"I hope you're right."

The pair walked out of the classroom, Rogue looking at Bobby expectantly, and he held her hand. Elsa was somewhat irritated with him; not because he was holding Rogue's hand, but that he had left her behind with Blake. Her stomach churned, hoping he wouldn't strike up a conversation again. To her relief, he didn't.

Elsa sat in class, absentmindedly twirling her pencil. She wanted to create some ice into her hand-mainly her goal was to create a perfect sphere, something she had only managed two times. But using your power in class where it wasn't relevant was prohibited. Rogue sat beside her, looking up at Xavier who was teaching algebra at the moment, a subject that Elsa was steadily getting better at.

She thought of Blake, and hoped she wouldn't see him in the hallways. She didn't want to seem prejudiced towards him just because of some feeling. But she couldn't shake it.

Shaking her head irritably, she focused on Xavier's lesson.

Over the next few weeks, Elsa had warmed up to Blake to the point that she could have said that he was a good friend. As the next trimester started, she had a class with him, and they worked together quite easily.

All in all however, Elsa much preferred to be around Bobby and Rogue. She told them so, and Bobby frowned.

"I think it's just that Bobby was your first friend here," Rogue said to her. "You take more to us than anyone else. That could be it."

Elsa nodded, but a doubt still nagged at her original feeling she had towards Blake had only ceased to the barest amount.

She expressed this to Jean one night. Once Elsa was comfortable, she had switched her dorms, but Jean was also a more familiar face.

"If he makes you feel uncomfortable, then you don't have to obligate your time to him," Jean pointed out. Elsa nodded serenely.

Elsa couldn't sleep that night. She turned on her side, her back, even onto her front, which she never found to be all that comfortable. She pushed her face into the pillow hard, closing her eyes. Sighing, she stood up.

Elsa opened the door tentatively to the outside hallway. There was a kitchen down three halls that she had placed her soda in, so she wouldn't have to make more than one trip to the vending machines. A low hum penetrated the silence in the night, and she found it comforting, as though something was going on in the building, and she wasn't completely alone.

Her feet shuffled under snowflake patterned pajama pants. In Arendelle, she would have felt ridiculous if people saw her like this. Then again, there weren't very many times that she was allowed to leave her room when she was a child. It was what she liked about being here.

Her thoughts went to the Doctor. She felt ashamed to have been so irritated with him. After all, if it wasn't for him, she wouldn't have been able to control her powers as well as she could have now.

She reached the kitchens, shivering slightly. Folding her arms, she entered, her bare feet hitting the cold tile. It felt nicer as opposed to the outside in the hall.

"Elsa?"

She started and turned around, her eyes wide. "Bobby? What are you doing up?"

"I could ask you the same," he replied, pushing himself off the counter. His blond hair was ruffled, and stuck up in odd places. Elsa wondered if she looked similarly. She tugged at her braid absentmindedly, and shuffled toward the cupboard in what she hoped looked casual. She never put her cans into the fridge, because people might take them anyway, whether or not they were marked. The cupboard was less likely to be found, although Elsa had to put ice into her drink.

Opening the door, she searched for the Mountain Dew cans that had a large sign with capital letters leaning against them, stating, 'ELSA.' There was at least twelve that she had stocked up on.

"Holy crap!" Bobby exclaimed from a glance inside at them. "I think someone has an addiction to Mountain Dew."

Elsa's ears felt warm. "I like them well enough. Do you want one?" She held out one of the green cans to him.

He took one. "Thanks. You know, I think I need to introduce you to Voltage."

"Voltage?" Elsa frowned. "I think I saw something like that in the vending machines, but I wasn't sure if it was as good as Mountain Dew."

"Mountain Dew is just the original, but there's more... editions, I guess you could say, of Mountain Dew. I like Voltage the most out of all of them."

"I've never tried it," Elsa replied, smiling.

"You need education then," Bobby joked back to her.

Elsa looked up into Bobby's genuine face. This was what she liked about him. She was able to speak easily to Bobby, as opposed to most other people who were either too shy to speak to her, or she was too shy to talk to them.

She barely managed to catch him grasp the underside of her can, and it immediately felt cold, the can almost stinging if she held onto it for too long. She switched hands.

"Thanks," she replied. Then she blinked. "Xavier never taught me that. I can only make ice, but I can't just make things colder."

Bobby smiled, and held out his hand for her can.

"Try it on mine," he told her, placing his can into her hands, its exterior warm compared to the icy can before.

"I'm going to freeze the whole thing," she replied, frowning at him. "It'll probably explode."

"Trust yourself," he replied. "Just cut the flow of ice back. Picture it in your mind. Don't think ice, just think of the cold."

The cold... She focused on the can, closing her eyes. Picturing it in her mind's eye, and pushing out the image that it would break into a thousand pieces, she felt a smooth feeling travel from her heart and up her arm. It wasn't ice, but what Bobby had said. The cold.

She opened her eyes to find Bobby take it out of her hand and look it over. He smiled. "Well, it didn't explode."

"How did you learn that?" she asked, incredulously as he opened the can. The liquid was unchanged, except for the cold.

"Storm," he replied. "Her power is the closest to mine. When she taught me though, I froze the sink over about five times before I got it. That's really good, Elsa." He turned to her. "Better than me." He smiled.

"Oh, I'm sure that isn't true," she said hastily. "You were probably a beginner when it happened."

"That's true, but that was still very impressive."

She smiled and looked at the floor. "I've been here for maybe a few months at most. I do miss my sister."

"No letters?"

"A few, but the Doctor is a busy man. But he's a Time Lord, not a postman."

"Would you want to go back to Arendelle, if you could?"

She nodded. "I would, but I think it would be all the harder on Anna."

"You two seem really close."

She nodded again. "We are. But I think that this would help, more than anything to rule back home."

Bobby smiled, but it looked pained. "You know, I keep thinking that you'll always stay here, but then I remember you have a kingdom to rule."

"I'm sure Anna will do okay for a few months," she replied, looking away from him and opening her can, hearing the pop! as the clasp pushed back on the metal, quickly followed by the fizz of the caffeination. "Then again, I'm not sure how long Xavier wants me to stay he-"

A loud crack like a gunshot rang throughout the school. The ground shook beneath their feet. Bobby put his arm around Elsa immediately and they both fell to the ground, their cans rolling forgotten onto the floor. The Mountain Dew spilling on the cold tile. Glass from the window overhead and showered over them both. Elsa shut her eyes, her face pressed against Bobby's chest, her heart pounding wildly.

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