Frozen Hearts—The Encounter
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I hope so, too, Elsa thought. Blake jumped down from the tree he was sitting in. A guilty pang hit Elsa's stomach, remembering what happened to her and Bobbie what felt like minutes ago.
"It's getting dark," Bobby said, looking out to the west, frowning. Elsa stared out over the horizon as well. The sun made its slow descent behind the mountains. Into the nether. She felt a ridiculous notion to tell it to come back. A kind of security came with the light. At least she could see where everything was as it was up in the sky with this light.
"You're right," Rogue said. "We should make camp."
A rustle in the bushes behind Elsa made the hairs on the back of her neck creep up. Bobby kept a hand on her shoulder, and she gripped it, her knuckles turning white. She hadn't realized that the ice ball was forming in her hand until she felt it thud in the palm of her hand.
A large hulking figure walked out of them, and she sighed, closing her eyes. Logan.
"A little more warning would be great," Bobby said, frowning.
"Yes," Logan said. But it wasn't Logan. The voice that came out of his mouth was a woman's: low, sleek, and alluring. To Elsa's surprise and horror, Logan's body began to change into something blue. A woman's body, with the only exception of her hair, which contrasted heavily as a dark maroon. She looked over to Bobby to confirm that what she was seeing was real. Instead of surprise, a look of anger contorted across his face. Rogue's eyes showed horror. Blake simply raised an eyebrow, arching it.
"Long time no see," another voice said. A male's voice. Deep and low, from someone powerful. Someone Elsa couldn't see.
"Magneto." Bobby spat out the word like it was a bad taste in his mouth.
"You know him?" Blake asked. His unassuming posture was somehow aggravating to Elsa, but she realized that "Magneto" must not have meant anything to him. He should have experienced some amount of fear, he hoped. Elsa stared back at Magneto, remembering Bobby's words. How he used Rogue to try and kill other people. How he nearly killed Rogue in the process. Why Rogue's hair had one long, single strand of white in it.
Elsa shook, staring at the man before her.
Bobby had never described what he looked like, though. Elsa assumed him to be young, broad shouldered, and possibly handsome. The man staring at her with a coy smile was nothing what she had imagined. He looked older, but in no way withered, or weak. He vaguely reminded her of Xavier, but at the same time, they looked nothing alike. He seemed charming, with a faded handsomeness Elsa couldn't explain. He stood up straight, with a kind of pride absent in Xavier. She wondered if he could read minds like Xavier did. She had a feeling that if he could, he'd have no qualms doing so.
He turned to her. "Ah. And this must be the beautiful Queen of Arendelle, am I correct?"
Bobby moved in front of her, protectively, his hands outstretched as a barrier against Magneto. "Don't you dare talk to her." Elsa couldn't help but start shaking, staring at Magneto from behind Bobby.
"My dear boy. I've barely said two sentences to her, and you think I am a threat. I am deeply offended."
"You should be. Get away from her," Bobby spat.
Magneto chuckled, flashing a full, white smile of teeth, the skin around his eyes wrinkling, knowingly. "I admire your bravery boy, but it's wasted against Mystique and I. Rest assured, I am not a threat to you or your little friends."
"Mystique?" Elsa couldn't help but ask, staring at the woman beside him. The tips of her mouth upturned slightly. The only way Elsa could properly describe her was lithe, like a dark blue cat; beautiful in an alien way.
"Yes," Magneto said, turning to his companion. "Did you know about us, or did Charles decide ignorance was a better option for you?"
"What do you want, Mageto?" From Rogue, surprisingly. Magneto turned to her and smiled as though they were friends.
"What do you think?" he asked. His voice changed to something threatening, as he frowned at them. "I'm out here the same reason you are."
"The great Magneto, in hiding?" Bobby asked, the sarcasm dripping off of his words.
"Hold your tongue, boy. You don't know what we're dealing with, here."
"What do you know?" Blake.
Magneto didn't pause. "Mutant hunters. Rogue humans."
Four words that made Elsa's knees buckle beneath her. "You don't really think—that—" she paused, unsure of what to say. "Are you sure?"
"Why are you here, then?" Bobby asked.
"They took Charles. I needed the next best person."
They took Charles. The next best person… Logan? "Why do you need him?" Elsa asked, scowling. "Seeing as you've made an enemy of yourself to him."
"There is so much you don't know," Magneto said. "That isn't important. Where is the Wolverine?"
"Here," a growl came from behind Magneto; Elsa just barely caught Logan out of the corner of her eye. His claws slashed toward Magneto's neck, yelling, his face contorted into a snarl. Magneto's hand raised, his fingers curling in on themselves, as though he were grabbing something. Logan's body flinched, then straightened out as though he were a puppet.
"Did you really think I couldn't tame you, Wolverine?" Magneto asked, "I thought you had some sense in that mind of yours. I suppose I was wrong."
Logan sucked in a breath, struggling with some unseen force. Bobby's words kept coming back to Elsa. That Magneto could control metal.
But a muscle in Magneto's face twitched. Elsa turned to see Blake's arm outstretched, his eyes murderous. "Let go of him."
Magneto scowled, then raised both of his arms. Blake sucked in a breath. Elsa gasped and ran towards him. "Stop!" she yelled out. "Stop! Please!" Blake's entire body convulsed, and Elsa watched in horror. "What are you doing to him?"
"Adamantium isn't the only metal in this place," Magneto said, scowling.
Mercifully, Magneto let go of Blake. The only way he could have effected him was the blood in his system, Elsa knew. But there was so little—it couldn't be possible. Even on a molecular level, Magneto was still powerful. A fresh amount of fear surged through her body.
Despite herself, Elsa ran over to Blake. "Are you okay? Blake?"
Blake grunted, and rolled onto his side, but didn't answer her.
She felt the ice ball form in her hand, angry. Shielding it with Elsa's body, it expanded to the heaviest she could handle. She turned to throw it at Magneto as hard as she could with her powers, but another hand stopped hers.
"Don't," Bobby murmured. He was so close to her, she hadn't even realized that Bobby was there. He murmured into her ear as softly as possible: "He's not the enemy here, Elsa. As much as I hate to say it, he wants to help Xavier. You'll only hurt yourself."
"But—Logan, Blake—" she sputtered.
"They can deal with it. Elsa. Please. For me."
His voice didn't sound like a plea, but for Bobby, it might as well have been.
"Please," he whispered.
She sighed. The ice ball melted in her hands into a puddle at her feet. The size seemed incomprehensibly large when she looked at it before the crystals melted and soaked into the earth below her. She closed her eyes. Bobby's hand came over hers, squeezing it gently.
"That seems like a wonderful, touching thing. But now's not the time," Blake said to them. Elsa realized that Bobby hadn't stopped holding her hands. Blake squinted up at the two of them, his whitish hair mussed up, and his glasses gone. He really did look like a snake, Elsa thought. Especially without the glasses to cover them up.
She slid her hands out from underneath Bobby's, and reached for the two pieces of Blake's glasses, several meters away from where he fell. "I'm sorry, but they're broken," she said to Blake.
He took the pieces and shoved them in his pocket, scowling at her. Elsa nearly recoiled at the look he gave her, as if the whole situation were her fault.
She stood up slowly, turning to face Magneto. Logan stood in front of them, no longer hindered by Magneto's power. But Logan couldn't do anything, anyway. And that terrified Elsa the most, more than anything.
The blue woman, Mystique, smiled coyly at them all beside Magneto. Her power to imitate people made Elsa shiver inwardly. She stood beside Bobby, gripping his shoulder for support for several seconds. Blake stood several feet away from them, staring at Magneto.
Elsa stared at Logan. It had never occurred to her that Logan could possibly have any kind of weakness. But here Magneto stood. The very man Bobby had warned her against several weeks ago. Weeks that felt like years, with a foolish sense of security.
Elsa forced herself to not do anything brash, but the thought was tempting.
"What do you want?" Logan asked, gruffly.
"I wouldn't speak so brashly. I stated my purposes. You just assumed I came here to harm."
"After what you did to Rogue, I can't expect anything less," Logan growled. The hair on his head seemed to bristle. Elsa would no longer doubt the nickname of 'Wolverine' for Logan, again.
Magneto spread out his hands in a conciliatory gesture. "Surely we can join hands as a team, again."
Elsa turned to Bobby and furrowed her brows in a confused expression. Again?
Bobby shook his head. Not now.
"Isn't it simple? I'll agree to help you save your pathetic school," Magneto spat.