A/N: I was browsing my WIP folder and I figured to just give this story a chance to be published here. I like crossovers, and I like the (potential) tandem between the likes of Elsa and Hermione although they’re worlds apart. There’s a sense of familiarity whenever I write about these characters and place them in Hogwarts.
It feels like home. Isn’t that what fanfiction is about? Creating worlds until you find one where you can get lost in?
I never thought I could write for this fandom again or about these two characters together—but I did.
Thanks, @blunaowl, for not letting me give up on this completely. And for torturing me with your thoughts for a potential second chapter. Blergh.
saw Elsa covering her face with her hands. It was a peculiar sight, and she
wasn’t even supposed to head to that direction, but she figured she could use
the extra walk to clear her head. She just needed a little breathing room away
from Ron and Harry, Luna’s monologues, and her very own mind that needed to
stop thinking. But thoughts of solitude eluded her when she saw Elsa Arendelle through
a wooden door’s window, slumped in the corner of an empty classroom, enveloped
in an overwhelming stench that seeped through the cracks of the door. The odor of overcooked and burning plants or whatever it was that was inside that
room caused Hermione’s nose to scrunch up, grabbing her attention and
eventually prompting her to find out what the Slytherin was up to.
wasn’t sure whether the blonde was just resting her eyes or nursing a headache
from the distasteful aroma, but it was the first time that Hermione had seen the
usually regal and composed girl in a state of something that resembled defeat. So she waited, hugging her books
closer to her chest, contemplating whether or not she should approach the other
Arendelle, what’s going on? Hermione wondered, curiosity winning her over, as she carefully
turned the doorknob to enter the room.
Elsa heard Hermione’s question alongside the creaking of the door, she finally
lifted her head with an unfamiliar expression drawn all over her face.
had never seen Arendelle this frustrated. With her eyes bloodshot like she had
just finished crying, Elsa met Hermione’s stare before straightening her
shoulders and letting out a sharp breath.
are you doing here?” Elsa asked quietly—warily—as hoarfrost started to ascend her
throat. A book fell to the ground. She didn’t expect company, and she was not
ready for Hermione’s questions. Why the hell was Granger roaming the halls at
this time of hour anyway? Why wasn’t she with Potter and the rest of her
reckon you’re having a hard time with Potions,” Hermione shrugged while stating
the obvious, ignoring Elsa’s question as she scanned the classroom. She couldn’t
help but raise a brow. Plants were cluttered next to a tower of books,
there was an empty mug laying on its side, and bottles and cylinders occupied the
rest of Elsa’s working area. Elsa, bleary-eyed and in a state of disarray,
still looked stunning as ever with a messy bun in place, her tie hanging loosely around her neck. For once, she unbuttoned the uppermost part of her collar,
making Hermione realize that this was the first time she ever saw Elsa in an
almost disheveled appearance. Almost. She still looked perfect nonetheless.
awkward, momentary silence blanketed over the two of them, and it was heavy
enough that Elsa hunched down her seat. The last thing she needed was for the
smartest witch in her year to see her struggle with the simple task of
controlling the temperature of a damn herbal potion. But she was already caught
in the act of her incompetence and she knew Hermione was far from thinking of
leaving the room.
could only press her lips into a line, hating herself just a little bit as she
felt her face turn red.
me what you’re working on,” Hermione encouraged while plopping herself on the chair
opposite of Elsa. “Maybe I can help you?”
hoarfrost that was lodged in her throat descended by the barest bit, but she felt the light warmness it left on its wake. “Fine,” Elsa replied in a cracked
voice, feeling a wave of exhaustion depleting whatever energy she had left. She didn’t feel like arguing with Hermione. “But
whenever I touch it….I freeze the whole thing.”
nodded before casting her eyes back on her task. She carefully touched the
surface of the cylinder with a finger, and the liquid inside it immediately
froze, turning the whole thing into a tube of ice. She groaned as her elbows slammed
the table, her face buried in her hands once more while missing Hermione’s
sighed, extending her hand to touch Elsa’s arm, “Look, it’s okay, we can work
Instinctively, Elsa yanked her arm away from Hermione’s skin, “S-orry, I don’t
want to hurt you,” she stuttered as she shoved her hands under the table.
felt her heart break a little. No, she wasn’t offended by Elsa’s actions—she
was reminded once again why the Slytherin was so guarded and so
scared. Elsa was genuinely trying to
protect everyone around her from her. But Hermione did not need that from her. She truly believed Elsa was not capable of harming another human being. “You’re not going to hurt me,” Hermione said in a gentle tone in hopes of
easing Elsa’s growing anxiety.
even with the gentleness and sincerity in her voice, Elsa was still
rigid—guarded—and paralyzed in her seat. She wanted Hermione to leave and stay
all at once. But she didn’t really have a say or choice as Hermione inched closer to
the table, dropping her books next to the pile of herbs that was scattered on the
comforting as she would like to be, the evidence of Elsa’s mishaps were hard to
sugarcoat that Hermione didn’t bother to placate the situation further. To
divert Elsa’s attention away from her fears, Hermione picked up the rosemary
that Elsa turned into a popsicle. Minutes passed and Elsa’s initial shock
of Hermione’s ambush frittered away, allowing Elsa to finally open up about her frozen plants and current dilemma.
Elsa started to ease into Hermione’s company, with her hands in the air as she
rambled on, Hermione couldn’t help but do a double take. She honestly thought,
for a split second, that it was the other
Arendelle girl that she was speaking with. Had it not been for the green
neck-tie, blonde hair, and clear, blue eyes, Hermione could’ve sworn it was Anna that stood in front of her.
mind started to play tricks on her. Hermione wanted to help Elsa analyze and
come up with alternatives to solve her problem but weariness swept over her
like a flood, finally beckoning her to sleep. It would’ve taken a simple spell
to keep her awake, but how much more can a sixteen-year-old body take? So many
nights were spent on mapping Voldemort’s potential whereabouts while trying to make room for studying for exams.
She invested a huge amount of time and energy trying to accomplish so many
things all at once, that she had forgotten what slept was and what laying on a
bed felt like.
just don’t know what to do anymore,” Elsa continued on with her tangent, gloved
hands still flying in air while scrutinizing the potions book in front of her,
barely noticing Granger’s unusual silence. Before she could lift her eyes to acknowledge
Hermione, a pair of hands swept from below, pulling a stunned Elsa to sit back
down on her chair. These hands weren’t so much as forceful, but they were firm
and determined enough to keep the ice from Elsa’s fingertips from spewing.
against all logic and Elsa’s pending protests, cupped her hands around a pair
of cold and trembling ones, ignoring the sharp gasp that followed.
are you doing?” Elsa, with her eyes as wide as saucers, looked down at her
hands in horror, and then raised them up to meet Hermione’s face.
I don’t know. I haven’t slept in
could only reply in a noncommittal shrug. “I’m holding your hands…Elsa, just have a seat. Please?”
wanted to pull away, but the fear of ice darting from her fingertips at the
sudden movement glued her in place. She didn’t want Hermione to feel the
coldness that filled her body—the curse…the disease that crippled her and
forced her to stay away from every single thing and person that she ever loved.
She didn’t want Hermione to feel the ice that flowed within her veins,
sustaining her and killing her at the same time.
true to character, stubborn and headstrong like the Gryffindors that came
before her, Hermione refused to give up—she refused to let go of her grip. She
knew the risks. She saw how erratic and dangerous Elsa’s magic was, but not
once did she ever cringe of showed any signs of discomfort.
dropped her stare on the warm-blooded hands that circled hers. How long has it
been since someone touched her? How long has it been since she felt Mama’s kiss?
Papa’s embrace? Anna’s hand around hers?
moment, the two girls sat in stillness with their knees facing each other. For
a moment, they had forgotten the tasks and the thoughts that loomed over them.
Potions that needed to be made. Voldemort’s whereabouts. The dementors that
lurked nearby. Anna’s budding friendship with Harry Potter.
Elsa fixed her
focus on the brick wall part Hermione’s shoulder while Hermione rested her
glance on their hands propped on her lap.The
strange and lingering odor went unnoticed as their minds started to wander.
Elsa, in spite of her anxiety, couldn’t find it in her to argue anymore with
Hermione’s unorthodox gestures. She didn’t want to fight, and she didn’t have
the strength to yank her touch-starved hands away. It felt…nice. Warm. Hermione’s
hands were warm even against the fabric of her gloves, and she was starting to feel the ice in her chest dissolve. She
was never going to get used to this, and she didn’t want to. This was something
she would never deserve, but now, just for now, she let her guard down.
or later, every distraction that she had set up for herself to consume her mind
were bound to vanish. Fatigue can only do so much. The one thing Elsa did not
want to think about, that constant and throbbing thought that plagued her
without mercy, was getting stronger again with each breath.
think Voldemort knows,” Elsa whispered as she avoided eye contact, breaking the
silence between her and Hermione.
finally let go of Elsa’s hands. “What are you talking about?” she replied,
leaning her face closer to meet Elsa’s eye level. The temperature in the room
suddenly dropped, and there was vapor in her breath when she uttered her words.
balled her hands into a fist. “He…he knows about my curse and those Dementors
weren’t sent for Harry,” she bit back, feeling the pain in her chest as hoarfrost
started to fill her lungs again, “they’re here for me.”
A/N: Once again, this a completed story that I’m reuploading to tumblr since I joined the site halfway through writing it. So if canon-divergence and time travel are your thing, welcome aboard! Banner is made by the lovely@spartanguard!
While dealing with the Snow Queen two new comers appear in Storybrooke, themselves hell bent on ending the Snow Queen’s destruction. In doing so Emma, Killian, and the rest of the heroes must go on a journey that will not only test their bonds to each other but show the Captain and Savior that their love transcends time itself. All the while a mysterious shadow from their past and future plots against them…
Killian, Emma, and Elsa all stood in stunned silence, looking to the two prone figures lying on the floor. The golden portal dissipated as quickly as it had appeared, a deathly silence replacing the loud wind generated by the presence of the portal.
Neither of the figures moved.
“Are they… are they alive?” Elsa whispered.
“I don’t know,” Emma mumbled, her hand still firmly gripping Killian’s arm. The black haired man was laying face down, the blonde haired woman on her side facing away from them. Emma noted with a small groan that they both wore clothes from the Enchanted Forest. The man wore all black – from leather pants tucked into the leather boots to the leather vest over a black shirt. The woman wore light brown leather pants, dark brown leather boots, and what looked like a simple white shirt under….
One knee down and a breath in. “Elsa Iversen, would you-”
One version of my jelsa proposal headcanon where Elsa says yes way before Jack can finish his proposal. I just love Elsa being this forward to “attack” her freshly new fiancé.
(Another version being Elsa being too stunned to respond and Jack starting panicking and rambling nonsense stuff before, yes the same, tackled down by the recipient of his proposal. And whether it is followed by a heated make-out session is fully your choice. Of course I’d say yes.)
Also, a big shout-out THANKS FOR MY 400+ FOLLOWERS. I don’t know how it outgrew a hundred in such a short time. It somehow seems like I get more when I was gone on vacation. World works in a weird way.
Anyway, happy Valentine’s Day to all my dearest followers and fellow shippers. Happy shipping and happy living~