A/N: Thank you for clicking on my story! Obviously I do not own Frozen or Tangled.:)

I do, however, own my OCs (which don't show up right away, but still). :)

This story is an alternate timeline to my other Frozen stories (ie., Secret Passages, Mind Games, etc). Up until Elsa is 10, EVERYTHING IS THE SAME. So, anything from "I Wish I Didn't Exist", where Elsa is 10 (so right before this story starts), on back through "Christmas Trees & Paper Snowflakes" and "Arendelle Eventyr" still happened in this timeline.

You do NOT have to read any of those to read this, though.:)

If you've read my other stories, you might recognize a few OCs and vaguely similar plot points eventually, but everything will be very different since Elsa lives in Corona here. Keep in mind this means Elsa will now grow up with people that don't mind her magic and are actively helping her learn to control it. This also means that Elsa won't be the frightened, depressed girl from the other movie-canon-satisfying timeline...well, at least not for very long.:) She might even be angry once she realizes what was happening to her at home in Arendelle was not fair. (don't worry, I'm not going with a spoiled, villain Elsa, she's still going to be the Elsa we all know and love:P)

All of our main Frozen gang will show up eventually, as will Flynn/Eugene and Rapunzel.:) No promises other than that!

Also, ETA...this story idea is from Elsa Tomago, so thank you for the idea!^_^ :)

On to the story!

"Papa, please don't send me away," ten-year-old Elsa begged. "I'll try to be good, I promise."

"It isn't the end of the world, Elsa. Your mother and I have decided this will be best for everyone. Your aunt and uncle are looking forward to having you in Corona. They still miss their own daughter who's been missing for years. She would be the same age as you are now," Agdar told her.

"But…" Elsa's blue eyes filled with tears. She might not have gotten to see Anna for two years, but she loved hearing Anna's voice, even if Anna yelled at her through the door sometimes, not understanding why she couldn't come out. Anna would forget all about her. Maybe that would be for the best anyways. I might hurt her. And what if Uncle Thomas and Aunt Primrose ended up not wanting her anymore either? Then what?

"I don't want to hear any more about it. Gerda will come help you pack your things, Elsa. You'll be leaving tomorrow."

"Can…may Gerda come with me?" the little girl asked shyly. Gerda cared about her, didn't she?

Agdar hesitated. "You may ask her," he said finally. "It will be her decision."

Elsa nodded, her gloved hands clasped behind her back. That was better than nothing.

The next day, Elsa hesitantly stepped outside her room, her eyes on the carpet. While she was grateful that Gerda had immediately agreed to come with her, she couldn't help feeling unwanted all the same. She had never lived anywhere but the castle in her life, and now she was moving to a whole other country because her parents didn't want her. Her daddy had said it was just for everyone's best interest, but deep inside Elsa was sure he just didn't want to bother with her any longer. He just loves Anna. Not me. Why would he? I hurt Anna!

"Princess Elsa, your sister told me to give you these," Gerda said gently. Privately she thought Elsa would probably be better off away from her parents, but she would wait until she and Elsa were on the ship to try to talk to Elsa.

Elsa's pained blue eyes filled with tears when she saw the doll in her green dress. It looked like Anna. It was the same dolly Elsa herself had asked Gerda to make for Anna as a Christmas present before the accident. A note in sloppy printing was pinned to the doll's dress. 'I love you Elsa pleez don't forget me. Love Anna.' Elsa darted back into her room-wait, it wasn't her room anymore, was it?-and she plopped down on the floor in the corner curled up in a ball clutching her little sister's present. Conceal, don't feel. Conceal, don't feel.

Gerda set down the bags she was holding and gently but firmly pulled the little girl to her feet before she could protest. "Princess, we must go. You will be fine. You can write Princess Anna a letter every day if you want to."

Elsa flinched at the touch and pulled away, not wanting to hurt Gerda. Usually Gerda never touched her. She found herself wondering if she was even still a princess anymore as she followed Gerda downstairs, clutching Anna's gift to her chest. Little Elsa didn't voice this question though, half scared of the answer and half thinking it was a stupid question. Despite the dreary drizzle outside, Elsa lifted her face to the sky, enjoying the raindrops falling on her. They did not freeze on contact with her skin, much to her surprise. I haven't been outside in so long. Maybe Uncle Thomas and Aunt Primrose will let me outside when no one's around, she let herself hope. Except…that wouldn't happen. She just knew it. The little girl sighed and followed Gerda toward the gate, feeling like each step took her further and further away from the only home she knew.

Once the ship had left the fjord and gotten underway, Gerda decided to approach Elsa, who had just been lying curled up on her bunk clutching the Anna doll to her chest. There were tiny snowflakes floating around her, but the little girl didn't seem to notice. "Princess Elsa, do you want to talk?" Gerda asked.

A tiny head shake.

"Something to eat, perhaps?"

Elsa shook her head again but said nothing. I want to go home.

"Can I get you anything, princess?"

Elsa felt the mattress sag as Gerda sat down near her, and she curled up in a smaller ball, scooting as far away from Gerda as she could. Gerda could not fix her so her parents would want her. And she missed Anna. Now she wouldn't even get to hear Anna's voice anymore. She scrunched her eyes shut against the tears threatening to leak out. If she cried, she would lose control again. She just knew it.

But Gerda had a plan, one she had come up with the day after she had first heard that Elsa was going to be sent to Corona. If Elsa hadn't asked her to come, she would have asked to be allowed to do so as well. If Elsa's parents were going to send her away, they were also not going to be there to get her or Elsa in trouble, either. And they could not stop her from trying to help little Elsa in ways she was not allowed to in the castle. She opened her trunk and pulled out a thick, soft quilt. Then she pulled the heavy gloves she had brought onto her own hands and went back over to Elsa with the quilt draped over her arm. "I'm going to put this around you, princess," she told Elsa.

Elsa felt something heavy and soft draped around her and realized the weight actually made her feel a bit better. Although she could not feel heat, the thick quilt felt nice to her. She yelped in surprise and fear when she felt Gerda picking her up, and she tried to wiggle away, but Gerda held her firmly. "Gerda, please put me down!" Elsa begged desperately. "I don't wanna hurt you!" She felt tears burning her eyes again, and she tried to stop crying, but the tears wouldn't stop. Conceal, don't feel. Why won't Gerda listen to me? She always does! Maybe she had no authority at all anymore and she was just a commoner little girl. Was that why Gerda wouldn't listen to her?

Gerda felt frost crackling inside the quilt around the little girl, and the temperature in their cabin began dropping, but she clutched the struggling child close all the same. "Princess, quit your wiggling. I'm trying to prove a point. You are not going to hurt me. That's why I put the quilt on you."

Elsa stopped struggling, her expression incredulous. She realized that Gerda was right. With her gloves on and the thick quilt around her, she probably couldn't hurt Gerda. Gerda's wearing gloves too, Elsa noticed in surprise. The little girl jerked her hands away and folded them close against her chest when Gerda tried to touch them all the same, but she didn't try to get away from Gerda again. Elsa didn't want to admit it even to herself, but she really, really wanted Gerda to hold her. It made her feel less lonely.

"There you go, Princess Elsa," Gerda said gently. She could tell that Elsa was still tense, but at least she wasn't struggling to get away or begging to be put down anymore. To Gerda's surprise, little Elsa seemed to be pressing herself closer, like she wanted to be held. Of course she does. Elsa is still nothing but a child inside, even if she tries to act grownup and emotionless…which she can't do. Gerda pulled the quilt over the princess's head so just her pale face was peeking out; then nudged her head gently until the girl rested her head against Gerda's shoulder. She didn't say anything else aloud, knowing Elsa wasn't much of a talker. She just needs someone to care about and accept her, that's all. I can give that to her.

"Why are you trying to help m-me?" Elsa's shaky voice broke the silence several minutes later. She was grateful for Gerda's arms around her-it had been so long since she had let someone hold her-but she didn't understand why Gerda would want to help her, either. "I was bad. I hurt Anna."

Gerda was actually starting to feel hot despite the cold bundle in her arms, but she didn't take off her own gloves or put her Elsa-in-the-quilt bundle down. If this was what it took for Elsa to let someone hold her, then that was what Gerda was going to do. She wished she had tried this before, no matter what Agdar had said. I'd probably have gotten both Elsa and myself in trouble, though. No, now is the right time. Elsa's little enough she should be all right once she's settled around people that actually want her around. "You were not bad, princess. You and your sister are children. Children have accidents. Period," she said firmly. "And I am trying to help you because I care about you and it is the right thing to do."

But I hurt her. We didn't just have an accident. I hit Anna with my powers. "I tried to catch her and I…I missed," the little girl blurted. "She wouldn't slow down a-and I couldn't keep up with the snow towers and-"

"And that tells me it is all the more not your fault," Gerda interrupted. She had never heard Elsa say that much about the accident before, unless she counted the hundreds of times she had heard the princess say it had been her fault. That actually sounds like it would have been more Anna's fault than Elsa's, if we were going to blame one of the girls. But she was five, and Anna never 'slows down' if you ask her to. Good grief. Does King Agdar know what happened? "Princess, you can't honestly tell me that you think the fact that you couldn't keep up, tried to tell your sister to slow down, and then ended up hitting her by accident in an effort to catch her, is your fault."

Elsa tensed again, more than she was already. "But I still hurt her," she mumbled. "I'm dangerous a-and defective."

"On the contrary, you are not." Gerda moved Elsa so she could see her face. "Your parents are not here, Princess Elsa. I'll not listen to the nonsense they've put into your head anymore. You could control your magic quite well before the accident, so you can again. You are not defective. You are special."

Elsa looked away, her blue eyes bright with tears. She could feel ice tingling in her fingers, wanting her to let it out. Conceal, don't feel. Don't hurt Gerda, Elsa. You can't. You should make Gerda put you down, quilt and gloves or no. "The magic is gone," she whispered finally, balling her hands into fists.

Gerda picked Elsa up entirely, set her down on the opposite side of their cabin, and then returned to the bunk. "The magic is not gone, princess. You have to find it again. Can you show me something with your magic? You can stay over there if you feel scared."

Elsa clutched the quilt wrapped around her and shook her head hard. "I'll hurt you," she whispered.

"How about if I leave the room and let you experiment on your own?" Gerda suggested, her tone saying that that was the most normal and ordinary thing in the world.

Elsa's eyes nearly bugged out of her head. "I can't do that! What would Papa say?!" she asked incredulously. And yet, the tiny bit of Elsa that still wanted the fun her powers could make, despite what anyone said, really really liked Gerda's idea. If nobody was in the room, she wouldn't hurt anyone, even if she did lose control. Don't even go there, Elsa. You shouldn't do that. You were bad.

Gerda's eyes glinted mischievously at that question. "I don't see how he will find out, Princess Elsa. I certainly shall not tell him."

Elsa seemed to consider it for a moment, but then she shook her head firmly. She wouldn't disobey her daddy. Maybe he would like her better. Elsa curled back up on her bunk, still keeping Gerda's heavy quilt wrapped around her. Somehow the weight made her feel safer, and she also figured it made it okay for Gerda to stay near her. Although Elsa wouldn't admit it out loud, she felt lonely...and had felt that way since right after the accident. Gerda makes me feel a little better.

Gerda sighed in disappointment, although she had already known that it wouldn't be easy to get Elsa to open up and be like she had been before the accident. At least Elsa wasn't sending her out of the room entirely. And the little girl had let herself be held, even if it was only when she was wrapped up in that quilt. That was a step in the right direction. "Would you like to go out on the deck, princess?" she asked.

Yes. "I can't. I might hurt someone or make a mistake," Elsa whispered, although she really, really wanted to go. She missed being outdoors, and the bit of time she'd spent walking out to the courtyard and things that morning made her miss it all the more. An idea popped into her head, and the little girl sat up, still clutching the quilt around herself. "Could you make everyone stay away from me? Enough that they wouldn't see any ice if I mess up?" Elsa asked hopefully.

Gerda hesitated. "Princess Elsa, they'll think you're sickly or something," she answered, unsure what to do. Elsa wanted to go outside-just with a major caveat-and she was telling the little girl no. She couldn't do that. Gerda sighed and opened the porthole near Elsa's bunk. She probably just wants fresh air… "There, princess, how's that?" Sure enough, Elsa's disappointed expression instantly vanished as she scrambled to the porthole…and then the little girl actually smiled as she stuck her face outside. Gerda sighed in relief.

Elsa loved the smell of the sea air; it made her feel all tingly inside, in a good way, unlike her ice made her feel when she was frightened or upset. "Papa prob'ly told them I had to leave Arendelle because I was sick," she told Gerda, her face still stuck outside.

"Princess, we don't know that for sure, and I don't think that makes you look good. You're still Arendelle's crown princess."

Elsa instantly jerked back inside and stared at Gerda, her blue eyes wide. "I am?" she asked in a small voice. "Papa s-sent me away."

Gerda tucked the quilt around the little girl so she wouldn't be scared and just pulled her close. "Did you think you didn't have your title anymore, Princess Elsa?" Gerda asked gently.

Elsa didn't respond for awhile, but she finally nodded. I thought Papa gave my title to Anna.

"Even I know he cannot take that away from you without good reason, and there is none, princess," Gerda said. "Do you really think he's going to tell everyone about your magic?"

"No, but he might say I'm sick and that I can't be queen when I'm a grownup 'cause of that," the little girl said thoughtfully, sounding older than her ten years.

"Princess Elsa, he's not going to do that because it makes him so-called 'look bad'. He won't want to say one of his daughters is unfit to hold her title, no matter what he himself may think." Gerda shook her head, unsure what else to tell little Elsa that would convince her.

"Maybe, but I think it looks funny to send one of your kids away, even if she's me," Elsa said, her tone a bit huffy. Now that she was away from the castle and knew she was not going back, not for a long time anyways, it kind of made her angry. Anna was her little sister. Even if she had been bad and shouldn't get to play with Anna anymore, she should get to hear Anna's voice through that horrid ol' door at least. "I shouldn't get to play with Anna 'cause I hurt her, but I ought t' be able to hear her talk to me through that dumb door," she muttered.

Gerda was actually glad to hear Elsa's rarely used "mad voice". If the little girl was getting angry, like a short time ago when she'd purposely iced the floor in her room so she could skate on it, then that meant she would be more likely to speak up in her own defense, and maybe she would feel better, too. "We'll make sure you write your sister as often as you like. Would you like to do that now?"

Elsa nodded, a trace of a smile on her face.

Every evening before she went to sleep on the ship, Elsa wrote a bit more on her now-very-long letter to Anna. Gerda had suggested she write a bit each day and then ask her aunt and uncle to mail it for her once they arrived in Corona. Elsa still wouldn't let Gerda touch her without that quilt wrapped around her, but she did love Gerda holding her all the same…just as long as she had her gloves on and that quilt around her. "Thank you, Gerda," she said gratefully.

Gerda had started holding the little girl each evening until she fell asleep, despite the fact that Elsa was ten and not a toddler. She was delighted to see a welcome change in Elsa's demeanor in just the short time since they had left Arendelle. While it was clear that Elsa still missed being at home, and she was still quiet, as usual, and she still wouldn't try using her magic on purpose; she seemed quite a bit more chipper and she actually genuinely smiled once in a while. And while Elsa still woke up in tears from bad dreams more often than not, at least now Gerda could comfort her when that happened. "You have made far fewer accidents with your magic here on the ship than you did back in your room," Gerda told her the morning they arrived in Corona. "Perhaps you could try doing something with it on purpose now."

Elsa shook her head, but not quite as adamantly as usual. "I…I want to, but I don't wanna hurt you or make Papa mad. Or make Uncle Thomas and Aunt Primrose not want me too."

"Your father doesn't need to know, princess, and while I trust that you wouldn't hurt me, you can always experiment with your magic when you're by yourself," Gerda reminded her. "Also, you may not remember this because you were very, very little, but your aunt and uncle didn't mind your magic."

Elsa's expression perked up for a moment, but then she sighed and looked down at her toes as she followed Gerda out of the cabin. "They might think differently now 'cause I hurt Anna," she mumbled. She moved away when Gerda tried to hug her; without that quilt, little Elsa didn't think it was safe. Uncle Thomas, Aunt Primrose, please like me okay, she begged silently as she walked across the deck toward the gangplank. It was sunny now, unlike the drizzly, gloomy day she'd left, and the little girl enjoyed the sun's rays shining on her despite the fact that she could not feel their warmth. Elsa spotted a lady that looked similar to her mother and immediately knew that was Aunt Primrose, who she sort of remembered but not very well. She gave the lady a tentative wave and kept walking. Conceal, don't feel. No mistakes, Elsa. You can't.

Aunt Primrose didn't try to hug Elsa, but she did kneel down to her niece's height and handed her a small box. "Welcome to Corona, Elsa. We're very happy to have you here," she said, giving the little girl a smile. She frowned when Elsa nodded and whispered a clearly nervous thank-you, but didn't smile back. What did Agdar and Idun do to her? Primrose knew about the accident from two years before and Elsa's supposed inability to control her magic, but she was positive something else was the matter. She probably thinks Thomas and I will end up wanting to send her away too. "We will not be sending you away, magic control or no," she said firmly.

Elsa glanced around, worried that someone had heard that. "I hurt Anna," she mumbled, again looking down at the ground. She could feel ice tingling in her fingers, and she clutched the small present from her aunt tighter. "I…I wanna go inside. Please. I don't want anybody t' see me," she whispered.

"We're heading back to the castle in the carriage," Primrose said quickly. "It looks like all of your things have been loaded now."

Soon the three of them were inside the carriage, Elsa squished into one corner as small as she could. She was grateful when Gerda pulled out that quilt and put it around her; she instantly scooted close and let Gerda hold her. Primrose gave Gerda a questioning look at the little girl's odd behavior. "Isn't Elsa hot in that heavy dress under that quilt?"

"This is the only way Princess Elsa will let anyone hug her at the moment," Gerda said quietly. "And I don't think she registers heat the way you or I would. She always wears that kind of dress, hot or cold."

Elsa burrowed further into the quilt, her pale cheeks red in embarrassment.

"Well, I'm going to have some new dresses made for her all the same, then," Primrose said matter-of-factly. Addressing Elsa directly, she added, "You look darling in your dress, but it isn't suitable for summertime. You can save it for winter. Is your favorite color still blue?"

Elsa nodded but said nothing.

A LITTLE WHILE LATER…

"I…I don't have t' stay in my room all the time?" Elsa asked incredulously.

"Most certainly not!" Primrose told her indignantly. "What on earth made you think that?!"

"Papa made me stay in my room all the time," Elsa replied, her voice barely more than a whisper. And he wouldn't let me talk to Anna. While Elsa thought she would voluntarily stay in her new room in Corona most of the time anyways, it was nice that Aunt Primrose wouldn't make her do so. She plopped down on her new bed and began opening the small present from her aunt. Elsa gasped in delight-and surprise-when she saw what it was. There was a silver pendant on a delicate chain, the Arendelle crocus and a snowflake fused into one design. Engraved on the back of the pendant was her full name and the year. "It's so pretty," the little girl whispered, although this time the whisper was a happy one. She tried to unclasp the chain, but couldn't because of her gloves.

Primrose immediately realized what was going on and quickly fastened the necklace for her, being careful not to touch Elsa directly. To her surprise, Elsa grabbed that quilt once more and then voluntarily pressed herself close, her own version of a hug since she kept her hands hidden inside the quilt. "I'm glad you like it, Elsa," Primrose said, hugging the little girl close. "Your uncle and I want you to know that you are still Arendelle's crown princess, no matter if you live here, back in Arendelle, or somewhere else. And that those powers that you feel frightened of right now are part of you, and that that's a good thing. And one more thing: you are wanted, Elsa. We love you very much."

Elsa's blue eyes welled with tears, and she couldn't keep them from trickling down her cheeks. Aunt Primrose and Uncle Thomas wanted her? They loved her? The first time I make a mistake, they'll want to send me away too, Elsa couldn't help thinking. Conceal, don't feel, conceal, don't feel.

Primrose could feel Elsa growing colder in her arms beneath the quilt, and there were snowflakes floating around her, but she ignored those things and just held her closer. "Is Elsa always like this?" Primrose asked, looking up at Gerda.

Gerda frowned. "Worse. She wouldn't even let anyone touch her at all before. We discovered the quilt idea on the trip here," she explained.

"Well, that is no matter," Primrose said firmly. She gave Elsa one last squeeze before pulling away so she could actually see Elsa's face. "Elsa, I'm not going to force you to let Gerda or me or anyone else near you, but I want you to know that you are not to stay in this room all of the time. You can do so by yourself, but you have to spend at least thirty minutes outside every day. We'll give you a week or so to settle in, but then you are starting lessons again with Gerda and me. How does that sound?"

Elsa actually really, really wanted to go outside, but part of her couldn't believe that Aunt Primrose would let her do that. And she was terrified someone might see her make a power mistake or something. "I…I would very much like to go outside, but…but what if I mess up?"

"A bit of snow or ice won't hurt anything, Elsa," Primrose told her. "I know you and Anna had an accident with your magic once before, but you two are children. Accidents happen. It wasn't your fault. If you two had been climbing a tree and one of you fell, would you think that was the other one's fault?"

"No, but…but nobody has powers like mine. They're bad. They hurt Anna." Elsa's little face scrunched up in confusion. How could her aunt say it wasn't her fault?

"They make you special, Elsa. If you genuinely believe your powers are bad, why did you like the necklace?"

"It's pretty and it reminded me of home," Elsa replied quickly.

"Why do you think that snowflake is pretty and yours isn't?" Primrose asked, hoping the little girl would actually think about it.

"'Cause a silver snowflake won't hurt anybody like mine will," Elsa mumbled, looking down at her lap.

"Sweetie, a real snowflake won't hurt anybody either, and you know it. I saw you when you were tiny. You had perfect control of your magic then. That means you can control it just fine. We just have to figure out how to help you do that."

Elsa balled her hands into fists; she could feel ice tingling inside her, wanting her to let it out. "Conceal it, don't feel it, don't let it show," she whispered, half to herself and half not. Conceal, don't feel.

Primrose frowned. "Where did you get that nonsense, Elsa? You can't not feel. Is that what you've been trying to do?"

Elsa scrunched her eyes shut in an effort to keep from crying. She knew she couldn't not feel. To hear a grownup she didn't even know very well say that meant a lot to her. Maybe her daddy was wrong. I miss Anna.

"That King Agdar told her that because he thought it would control her magic," Gerda said in a slightly disdainful tone.

THAT EVENING…

"Thomas, I'm sure they meant well, but all I see that they succeeded in doing was hurt Elsa and make her feel scared of her own shadow," Primrose said angrily. "I spent quite a bit of today with her, and it's just…it's just horrible. She wanted to go outside, but wouldn't because she's convinced she'll lose control and hurt someone or make them hate her. She wants hugs, but she won't even let anyone touch her unless she has this heavy quilt around her. That necklace we had made for her-she loved it, but she won't even try to experiment with her magic, even after knowing she's not going to get in trouble for doing so. What on earth was Agdar thinking?!"

Thomas sighed. "There was something off with the way he treated Elsa when we visited Arendelle when she was a toddler," he reminded Primrose. "If I had to guess, his favorite is Anna anyway, and after that accident a couple years ago, he locked her away. I can understand being wary of ice magic, but locking a little kid in her room and telling her nonsense like the 'conceal, don't feel' thing you mentioned isn't helpful-it's abusive. Elsa is still nothing but a little girl, and being treated like she's a bother and that there's something wrong with her hurts her. That would hurt anyone." He paused, his expression thoughtful. "I wonder if the entire reason she's having trouble controlling her magic is simply because she hasn't been allowed to use it for two years. That means it's just building up inside her, if I had to guess."

"That would mean the poor girl will just explode eventually," Primrose said, horrified.

"Oh, no, not on our watch it won't," Thomas replied firmly. "Elsa lives here now, and you and I are supposed to be her guardians. Agdar isn't her boss here in Corona. If we can just convince Elsa to believe that Agdar isn't going to even know what she's doing or not doing with her magic in the first place, it'll be fine. I think I have an idea. Tomorrow is Saturday. There usually isn't too much to take care of on Saturdays anyway, but could you handle any business for me tomorrow? I'd like to have Elsa for the day."

"Of course, but what are you going to do that Gerda and I haven't?"

Thomas grinned at his wife mischievously. "Perhaps you two were encouraging her feeling bad for herself, you emotional women," he teased. "Never mind, just kidding. But I do have another idea that just might help. I think I'll take her down to the indoor shooting range for a little while."

Primrose frowned incredulously at that. "Elsa is only ten, and a girl," she pointed out.

"Well, yes, she is a bit young, but I remember when my father taught me to shoot. It made eleven-and-a-half-year-old me feel rather self-confident and grown up." Thomas shrugged and added, "Personally I see no reason why a girl shouldn't learn."

A/N: So Elsa's arrived in Corona and already feels a little better than before she left...she just really, really misses Anna, and she's still convinced everyone will hate her if they know about her magic, but give her a chance.:)

Next chapter coming soon!