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Harry sighed softly as he trudged through the snow. It had been a few hours since he had talked with Elsa, she was shutting herself away in her room again.

After standing outside the door for half the day he figured he may as well get started on getting some supplies for them. If Elsa got her way, they'd be staying there a while. So Harry had informed Elsa he was going to gather supplies and he'd be back before nightfall and set off into the snow.

It would take him a little over two hours to reach the nearest settlement judging from a map and all he had for company was his thoughts. Thoughts of magic, oaths and Elsa.

Magic. It used to be such a integral part of life, learning and using magic beyond anything he'd ever dreamed of. Now it was just a small addition to his skills. He used it in secret, training for the sake of training. But it was clear from recent events he needed to do more. Maybe training with Elsa would help...

Sighing once more, Harry shook his head in exasperation.

Elsa…

Elsa sighed as she looked out from the balcony, lost in thoughts of magic sorcery and raven hair.

Harry.

It always came back to him since the day they were introduced.

Thinking back Elsa wondered just what did her father mean when he introduced them. Had he really thought they would be a good match or did he know about Harry's hidden talents? Maybe he had intended for him to teach her how to keep the power hidden like he hid his?

Sighing again Elsa turned and headed back inside. It didn't matter now anyway she supposed, but still…

Just how much did her father know? What she would give to speak to him one more time.

Concentrating, Elsa waved her hands in a swirl as icy blue magic spiralled up from the floor, ice formed over itself to make a familiar statue holding the sceptre and orb as she remembered.

"Father."

Staring at his face she reached out a tentative hand to stroke down the side of his head, droplets of moisture wiping away onto her hand as she let out a deep breath. Eyes closed and arm extended she began to speak.

"I know this isn't really you and I know this is stupid and immature…"

Pulling her arm back Elsa hugged herself and turned away from the visage.

"I don't know what to do." She whispered.

"Did you mean for me to be with Harry? Did you know he could teach me about my Powers? What did you intend? Why were you so cryptic?"

Elsa turned and looked into the ice right at where her father's eyes would be.

"I have so many questions for you. But you're not real are you. Just a statue."

Elsa clenched her hands tightly into fists.

"That's what you wanted of me isn't it though? An unfeeling statue!"

Glaring at the frozen face in front of her Elsa sneered before continuing.

"Conceal don't feel." Elsa spat. "Oh how I loathed those words. Why should I have to hide who I am! Why is it that I have to be emotionless and cut off from the world! It's not fair! Why did I get this burden… this Curse!?"

Snarling in anger, Elsa dug her fingers into her hands relishing the pain as tears stung her eyes.

"You locked me away from the world keeping me away from people for protection! I didn't want you to protect me! I wanted you to love me! For twelve years I was hidden in that castle hidden away like a dirty little secret. Were you embarrassed? Did I disappoint you with my freakishness?"

Thrusting her arms out Elsa let loose a blast of power at the statue shattering it into snow and chunks of ice that flew along the floor.

With a sob Elsa fell to her knees, ice spreading jaggedly from her and thickening the floor.

"Why?" She whispered softly through choking sobs. "Why did you leave me all alone?"

Grabbing her knees Elsa curled into a ball and wept, alone in the icy cold.

Thanking the couple once again Harry swung the now full pack onto his back and turned to leave.

He'd walked for a solid hour before stumbling onto the farm. It wasn't as far as the village and was run by an old couple tending livestock and delivering fresh milk and eggs to the locals. He'd managed to get both food and information from the duo and had arranged for them to get him some supplies from the village to pick up in two days' time. They'd also given him a pack full of blankets and dry food for the time being.

Back in the frozen wastes, Harry's thoughts turned once more to Elsa.

There was three things Harry could do. Swordplay, magic and dancing. Understanding a woman? No that was never his forte. Hell it wasn't anyone's forte from what he knew.

Elsa…

She was an enigma. A puzzle he had to unravel. She was cold, as was her nature he supposed. Yet she showed such passion on occasion.

Harry sighed and shook his head.

Passion. Such a thing seems almost surreal. Three years ago they met and yet here he is, stomping through the woods in freezing temperatures for a hope of hopes.

"You're out of your league here Harry." He mumbled to himself, chuckling lowly.

How is it he can fall through a portal to another world, being the most normal person possible and still thrust himself into such ridiculous adventures?

It all came down to her.

…

It always came down to her.

"Elsa." Harry breathed, looking up at the darkening skies again.

She was the one thing he had clung to in this life. When the king died he was certain things would go downhill. But in his last act of kindness he had unwittingly given him a purpose.

What was his true thoughts when he had told Harry to guard Elsa? Surely not this… convoluted web of emotions and duty? He knew more about his origins though. Was it somehow related to Magic? Was he supposed to teach Elsa?

Sighing Harry shook his head clear of the thoughts and began to trudge through the snow once more.

It mattered not he supposed. The kings' final wishes, guarding, loving, teaching. He'd do them all if she'd let him. If not for her duty.

Duty.

How he loathed that word.

Duty made him a Martyr.

Duty made him go after Sirius.

And Duty held back the one thing he truly wanted.

It was meaningless to fight it anyway. He'd overcome his duty by doing the extreme, all but throwing himself away in the process. After all, you can only truly escape duty with one act.

…

Harry sighed once more and picked up the pace, attempting to clear his head as a single thought stood out.

…

Duty. It was heavier than a mountain. A mountain that can only be laid to rest when you are.

Braun flickered into consciousness again, moaning softly as he tried to regain some feeling in his freezing limbs. The damp and the temperature was starting to affect his bones, Braun swore he could hear them creak if he listened hard.

As Braun lifted himself into a sitting position a lance of pain flared from his leg. Wincing in pain Braun glanced down at his leg with a grimace before looking away with a hiss.

"Shit."

Softly three knocks rung out diverting Braun's attention to the door.

"Captain Braun?" A voice whispered lowly.

"What?" Braun barked back.

With an echoing clunk and the protest of cold hinges the door inched open as a guard slipped in.

"Sir, I and the loyal guards await your order."

Chuckling slightly Braun eyes the boy in front of him.

"How many do you number lad?"

"Six sir. Ready and willing to die for Arendelle."

"Don't die lad. Make them die instead."

Snapping a short salute the man stood at attention. "Orders?"

"Wait for the Queen or the Lieutenant. Six is not a number to prevent a coup." Braun snarled, leaning back to rest.

"Understood captain." The man said stiffly before turning to exit.

"Don't take it the wrong way lad. But I trained three hundred and forty men over thirty years. If only six are loyal I need to retire."

"Sir." The man shuffled his feet. "The rest are loyal, but there is no-one left to be loyal to. Princess Anna put Prince Hans in charge who has accused you of treason. The Lieutenant was ordered in irons at the ball by the Queen and the Queen has fled. The men are confused and easily mislead. We're guardsman not generals."

Braun eyed the man with interest before letting out a short bark of laughter. "Aye lad. At least most of them. What's your name solider?"

"Davis sir."

"Davis aye? I'll remember that. Now back to your post."

With a muffled 'Captain' the door swung back into place and the bolt scraped back across the door.

With another look at his leg Braun grunted before swinging his body back to face the wall.

"Davis. I'll tell the brat his replacement."

Harry pulled the cloak around him closer, trudging onwards through the snow. The storm seemed to be picking up again, low howls echoing through the mountain in the wind.

Was this Elsa's doing? She clearly had the power if not the control. What would she have been if she had been trained at Hogwarts? Did she even classify as a witch?

Magic was a gift. Given too few for reasons no-one knew after two thousand years of research. Pure blood. Half blood. Muggle born. Words and excuses made up by the misinformed for the unwashed masses.

Harry snorted and shook his head.

Elsa was an anomaly to the system. No magically ancestry to speak of in a world almost devoid of any magic. The traditionalists would have denounced her, but her power is undeniable.

Power. That's what it came down to in the end. The most feared Dark Lord of the modern era was a Half blood.

Elsa would crush Voldemort like a bug, if she were so inclined.

A roar cut across Harry's thoughts as the winds screeched louder, the wind whipping around him with increasing ferocity. Glancing up Harry saw the tips of ice spires peering over the top of the mountain, bolts of red spiking along the surface.

Something was wrong.

Gritting his teeth and increasing his pace Harry moved onwards.

Into the storm.