Welcome to the rewritten version of Libérée, Délivrée!

Since there won't be any more AN's throughout the fic, please take your time and read the points below;

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-The fic (the seven school years) is complete, so I won't be taking requests for scenes or anything

-Chapters will be uploaded weekly, each chapter is about 6,000-7,000 words long

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-I think it's obvious, but I don't own HP or Frozen and I'm not making any money with this fic

-Reviews are always welcome, I'll try and answer if there are any questions.

-to the trolls that might still be roaming the fandom (I think you all know who I'm talking about), everything that's writing your own story in my reviews will be deleted

-for those who've read the original version; I changed the POV to third person as it's easier to read. Some scenes and happenings stayed the same, though I changed a lot too. Generally it's really different from the original

-Warnings throughout the whole fic: Canon-typical violence, language, Canon character deaths, more to be added

And now, please enjoy!

xxx

Crown princess Elsa sighed, watching from her place by the window sill.

Her younger sister Anna was playing in the royal garden below, alone, aside from a maid following her around as the young princess chased some ducklings by the pond.

Elsa traced the wooden frame of her window, wishing she could join her sibling. Three years ago, it had been completely different. They've been doing everything together, they've been practically inseparable.

However, one night the tiny strawberry blonde persuaded her older sister to play with her in their big ballroom.

What nobody aside from the close royal family knew, was that the crown princess had powers no one could've imagined. She had control over ice and snow.

With a flick of her hand she could create a snowman out of thin air, a tap of her foot could freeze the whole floor, and fill a huge ballroom with snow to play in it.

Back when she was eight, that was enough to satisfy her and her five-year-old sister's need for fun.

It was not unusual for them to have snowball fights in the middle of July, for example. Of course only within the safety of the castle's walls.

For the rest of the small kingdom, however, it would've been quite a big deal. Elsa could've been in danger, if the village would panic out of fright of the unknown.

That's why the king and queen had decided to hide their children away. To protect them from prying eyes, to keep the village from freaking out.

That one fateful night the royal couple was convinced that they did the right thing.

Elsa and Anna were playing in the ballroom, everything covered in snow as usual during their playtimes. They were ice-skating, building snow figures, having snowball fights. Everything their little hearts desired.

Little Anna was giddily jumping around on random hills, shouting at Elsa to catch her with more snow.

Her sister was eager to comply, giggling as she created bigger hills, hurrying to keep up with the pace of the smaller girl.

"Anna, wait, you're going too fast!"

The five-year-old laughed and kept jumping. "Catch me!"

In her hurry, Elsa slipped on a patch of ice. Panicking to catch Anna's next jump, her next shot of magic ice hit her sister's head instead of the snow.

The eight-year-old screamed in panic when the other girl dropped to the floor like a sack of potatoes.

"Anna!"

Anna didn't move. A single strand of her hair turned completely white, her skin deathly pale and her lips blue.

Alerted by Elsa's scream, the king and queen entered the ball room. Their older daughter tried to explain the situation. There was fright in the royal couple's eyes, for the life of Anna. And perhaps they were also afraid of how dangerous Elsa's powers could be.

Fortunately the king knew a solution, that would hopefully save the life of their younger daughter. The family of four made their way up the mountains, to a group of small trolls that consisted of rocks.

They were able to save Anna, and advised to erase her memories of Elsa's powers, to protect her.

Despite saying that her powers would get stronger and stronger, they also told her that she shouldn't be scared. That fear was her greatest enemy and could make her powers quite dangerous.

Thinking the power itself was the danger, the king swore to protect his daughters, both of them, by shutting the whole world out. Or rather, shut his children in.

The royal staff was reduced to two loyal servants, Kai and Gerda. The main gates were locked constantly, along with the blinds of the windows facing the village.

For extra protection, the king locked Elsa in her own room and gave her a pair of gloves, to keep the powers at bay.

However, Elsa didn't want to shove away her powers. She knew that if they got more powerful, she needed to train them instead of just hoping for the best. The trolls had told her that being afraid of her own powers wasn't good, after all.

Since the king wouldn't let himself to be convinced otherwise and forbade her to interact with Anna to prevent a repeat of the incident, Elsa pretended to bend to his wishes and trained in secret.

It hurt to have to send her sister away when she would come and ask to play again, but the newfound amount of time to herself proved to be useful for her power's development.

She could make it snow in specific places in her room if she concentrated enough, learned to create toys and animals and other shapes with her ice.

She knew she had full control of her powers, now, three years after the accident. However, whenever she tried to tell her parents that, her father blocked her off, using the excuse of just trying to keep her safe.

They wouldn't allow her to even really talk to Anna, so the sisters did so in secret, at night.

Anna would sneak to sit in front of Elsa's locked door, while Elsa sat on the other side of it. They'd talk and make fun, but couldn't play or interact any other way.

Even though it pained Elsa, she knew it was better to keep Anna in the dark about her powers for the time-being. Just in case it could do things to her sister's psyche, maybe even trigger something that would make her comatose again.

The trolls would've had their reasons to erase Anna's memories of her powers.

Still, she knew she could hide her powers if needed, so she didn't understand why she couldn't go outside and play with Anna again. She didn't get why her parents wouldn't give her a chance to prove herself.

It was frustrating on so many levels.

The now eleven-year-old moved to her bed, smiling weakly as she let it snow in her large bedroom, the thick flakes dancing beautifully in front of her eyes.

Her parents have been acting strange in general since the accident. They shut Elsa out, especially her questions about her powers. There had to be a reason she had them, but the only answer she got that she was born with them.

Elsa once had asked about her appearance too, since she looked quite different from the royal couple.

While the queen had dark brown hair, the king had the same strawberry blonde shade as Anna. She could see the similarity between them.

There was no answer to that aside from "That's just how it is sometimes.", which wasn't satisfying Elsa's curiosity at all.

Also, her recent dreams were not helping that hopeless curiosity.

They consisted of her being trapped in a baby's body, laying in a crib and reaching for a woman with light blonde hair that was definitely not her mother, the Queen of Arendelle.

Another sigh escaped the young princess' lips as she rolled to the side, playing the the fabric of her comforter, damp from the melting snow.

She frowned at the wet patches. The woman from her dreams wouldn't leave her mind.

Maybe she's been a servant back then when she's been a baby? That would be the only logical explanation.

Elsa must've dozen off, because the next thing she knew was awakening at night to tapping sounds coming from her window.

Puzzled, she rubbed her eyes as she got up to investigate the sound.

A light brown owl was continuously tapping her beak on the glass. Elsa didn't know what to think at first. Why would an owl try to get inside a building? Her room, especially?

Elsa lit two candles by her desk and finally realized that the owl had a letter with her.

Curious, she opened the window. The bird flew inside, let an envelope fall to her bed and landed on the desk, sitting comfortably and observing the princess.

The blonde frowned as she took the envelope.

Crown princess Elsa of Arendelle

Second floor, third bedroom to the left

Royal Palace of Arendelle

A gasp escaped her lips as she saw the address. Who sent this letter? Nobody outside of the castle knew where exactly her room was. And how did this person train an owl to bring the letter to her room specifically?

Why did she even get a letter? She had no relatives who would write to her, and the village only knew her as a baby before she started showing her powers according to her parents.

Trembling, she turned the envelope around to break the seal and open the letter.

Dear Princess Elsa,

we're pleased to inform you that you have been accepted into Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment. Term begins on 1 September. We await your owl no later than 31 July.

Yours sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall

Deputy Headmistress

Elsa re-read the letter a few more times, also taking a short look at the attached shopping list, consisting of a cauldron, a wand, and so on.

A school for witches and wizards? Who was this McGonagall person? How did they know about her powers? The princess couldn't believe this could be real. But... what if it was?

The idea of more magical people, that Elsa wasn't alone with her fate, it was tempting. She didn't need a school to help her control her powers, as she had already mastered that feat, but the thought of meeting others like her was really exciting.

However, as the crown princess she couldn't just go and try to find a place she didn't even have directions to. That maybe even didn't exist. It could be a trap, after all.

An ill-meaning person could try to kidnap her, to use her against her parents, for example.

What if it was real, after all? Would her parents let her go? Probably not, she concluded.

With how closed off they were, she'd be surprised if they would even hear her out. Maybe they'd just declare her insane and have her locked away in one of the asylums she's read about. No, that wouldn't be worth it.

She needed to make sure this was real first. Then she could make a plan of action. Didn't that Lady McGonagall write that they'd be waiting for a response? Perfect chance to ask for evidence.

Grabbing a quill and a piece of parchment, Elsa sat down at her desk and started the reply, trying to sound as sophisticated as she could.

Dear Deputy Headmistress,

I was surprised to receive a letter of a school for witchcraft and wizardry. I'm sure you'll understand my suspicion. How can I be sure this is not a trick? As a princess, there are many foes that try to assassinate me in order to get to the King and Queen of Arendelle. I hope you understand that I need evidence that you are speaking the truth. I would like to visit your school. However, without any evidence, I have to assume that this is a bad joke and stay where I am. I hope you understand.

Yours sincerely,

Crown Princess Elsa of Arendelle

Satisfied with the letter, she put it in an envelope and carefully tied it to the owl's foot.

Stroking her feathers with one finger, she spoke to her, hoping she'd understand.

"Could you take that to the Deputy Headmistress?"

The owl hooted, before flapping her wings and starting out the window.

Figuring it would take a while for the letter to reach this McGonagall and probably even longer to get a reply – if she got a reply – Elsa sat back on her bed, deep in thought as she stared at the open window.

It was no use thinking about the "maybes". If she got a reply, Elsa could think about the next step.

If she decided to tell her parents in the end, she'd find a way to persuade them somehow.

xxx

Three days passed without a response from the mysterious lady, and Elsa began to think it had been a dream, after all.

Of course, being caged inside her own room for so long would make her crazy, she figured.

So she concentrated on fulfilling the duties her parents gave her. Specifically her training to become the queen.

One would think eleven years was too early to start with such a heavy topic, but in the eyes of the royal couple it was necessary so she'd be prepared in case of their possible early death.

With them barely leaving their heavily guarded castle it wasn't likely, still it was something to do instead of just sitting around all day.

The dry content of the numerous books about etiquette and lady-like behavior weighed heavily on Elsa's mind, so she was quite relieved to have a distraction from it as there was a knock on her door.

"Come in."

The queen entered her daughter's bedroom, a smile meeting Elsa's.

"How are you, honey?"

"I'm fine. Just a little... bored." Elsa's eyes lowered to the book in her lap, playing with the silken string posing as bookmark.

"Have you finished your book already?"

"No. It's a little heavy to read in one go."

The brunette sighed and put a hand on her daughter's shoulder.

"I know it's hard, Elsa. It would be easier to learn by doing, having someone show you instead of reading it. And having other people to interact with." She squeezed the shoulder with a sympathetic smile.

"But you know we can't let anyone in. Nobody can know about your powers."

"Mother, I won't use my powers when others are around. I really don't think these safety precautions are necessary..."

"You heard the trolls. Your powers are growing stronger, and your father and I don't want a repeat of the incident with Anna."

"That was an accident, I slipped, it had nothing to do with my powers being too strong or getting out of control."

"Elsa, we've been over this. You know your father's wishes and I want you to respect them."

When the child didn't reply, the queen retracted her hand and tapped the book instead.

"Please read the book. Ring the bell if you need anything."

With that the queen left the room and the lock was turned again.

Elsa let her head fall back against the cushioned armchair, glaring at the dark wooden ceiling. She loved her parents, she really did, but sometimes...

Why wouldn't they just listen to her? It was like every single thing she said was blocked off without a single thought. Just because of an accident that happened three years ago.

Just as she was about to go back to reading, a tapping sound caught her attention. She gasped when she saw it was the brown owl again.

Moroseness forgotten, she discarded her book and hurried to let the bird in.

This time she let the letter fall on her bed again, along with a small package.

Frowning at the extra, Elsa sat on the mattress and picked up the envelope first.

Dear Princess Elsa,

I was informed that you requested proof of the existence of magic. Of course I understand that you, as the crown princess, need to make sure you are safe. I, Headmaster of Hogwarts, will show you that magic is real indeed. Just take a look at the small present our owl brought. I'm sure that it is proof enough, and since I heard you like chocolate, I am sure you will approve doubly. I will be glad to meet you at September 1 at Hogwarts.

Yours sincerely

Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore

Headmaster of Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry

With thumping heart, she lowered the letter and glanced at the package. The headmaster himself wrote that? And even sent her proof?

Anxiously she bit her lip, reaching for the present. Her shaking fingers worked on opening the wrapping, revealing a royal blue box.

Having expected a wild show of magic Elsa was quite disappointed. She opened the box, a surprised yell escaping her as a dark brown frog jumped out of it.

When it made for the open window, she froze it to make it immobile.

A knock on her door made her jump.

"Elsa? Is everything okay?" The king.

Elsa quickly grabbed the frozen frog and shoved it under her pillows, along with the letter and the rest.

"Uh, yes."

The lock turned and with wide eyes Elsa hurried to shoo the owl outside, closing the window behind her just as her door opened.

She twirled around to grin at her father, hoping to appear as innocent as possible.

"Good afternoon, father."

"I heard you scream. Are you alright?"

"Yes, of course. I just thought I saw a giant spider, but it was just a shadow."

The king let out a relieved breath. "Thank God, I thought your powers got out of control again." He frowned at her hands.

"Why aren't you wearing your gloves?"

Elsa glanced at the gloves on her desk and shrugged.

"I didn't think I'd need them for reading." She bit her lip. "I can't properly turn the pages with them on."

That last part seemed to do the trick, as the king gave a short nod.

"Fine, but if you're done with studying for the day I want you to put them on again."

"Yes, father."

There was a fond smile on the king's face as he left the room.

The young girl wiped some imaginary sweat off her brow before carefully approaching her bed once more. Biting her lip again, she removed the pillow to examine the frog.

Didn't the headmaster say something about chocolate? Since the box was empty otherwise, was the frog made of chocolate?

The color sure fit. But... it was alive. She could never eat something that was alive, chocolate or not.

Elsa experimentally thawed one of the legs, watching it twitch and move wildly. She couldn't help the grin starting to tug the corners of her mouth upwards. Thawing the whole frog, she watched it jump around wildly in her room.

She grabbed the blue box again to see if there was any more information, and found a picture of an old man on it instead.

The princess blinked in surprise when the man winked at her. Did this really just happen? He definitely didn't repeat it when she observed him closer.

The thumping from the frog stopped, making Elsa look for the chocolate animal. It was laying motionless on her carpet.

Finding herself unable to eat it, she threw it in her waste bin, covering it with crumpled parchment.

Taking the box again she gasped when she saw the man had vanished. The name under the now black picture spelled 'Albus Dumbledore'. So the old man was the headmaster? But why was his picture in that box, and most importantly, how had it vanished all of a sudden?

Elsa couldn't help but giggle in disbelief and excitement. It really was magic! Different from her magic, sure, but who says there's only one kind of magic?

It was real, the school for wizards and witches really existed!

xxx

About two weeks before school would start, Elsa had her things packed and hidden under her bed. She had debated whether to tell her parents about the letter and the school, but in the end she's decided against it.

They wouldn't believe her, or if they did, they wouldn't let her go. So she decided to relieve them of the burden that was herself and just run away.

Elsa just couldn't let the chance slip to find others like her because of her parents' insecurity.

Of course it could be a trap, but she didn't care. She wanted to find out for sure, and would definitely grab the chance for a little freedom. She had no idea if she could manage being on her own, however, it was a risk she was willing to take if it meant finding people that would understand her.

After her parents had bade her goodnight, Elsa waited by her door until she heard the soft padding of bare feet as Anna made her way to her.

"Anna?"

"Yeah it's me." Her sweet voice rang out. "How was your day?"

"Listen, Anna, I need you to do me a favor."

The little girl frowned and strained to look through the keyhole.

"What do you need?"

"I'm going to leave. I got an invitation for... for some sort of boarding school. But mother and father won't let me go. So I'm sneaking out the window."

Anna gasped. "But Elsa! You can't just leave!"

"I can't stay either. It's like a prison in here..." she sighed, "And there's more. I have a letter for you that explains everything."

The younger was quiet for a few moments. "Will you come back...?"

Elsa smiled and rested her forehead against the wooden surface.

"If the school is real I will try to come back when the year is over. Well, if mother and father don't throw me out for running away."

"What do you mean 'if the school is real'? Mom and dad wouldn't just throw you out."

"Look, just read the letter. And don't show it to them, it's just for you. The thing is, I need a backup-plan in case this is dangerous. I will try to write to you as soon as I arrive, but if you don't hear from me after three weeks, you have to tell our parents that I'm somewhere in London."

"London? But that's so far away!"

"Anna, please. This is really important for me."

The younger girl sighed. "I don't want you to leave..."

"I'm wilting in here, little sister. I have to go and be my true self."

Anna was quiet for a few moments. "...Promise you'll come back?"

"Pinky promise."

Anna gave a small giggle at that. "Alright."

Elsa pushed the envelope with Anna's letter under the door, saying goodbye a last time before quickly grabbing her bag from under the bed and climbing on the window sill.

She hesitated and looked around her room one last time, before determination settled on her face. She had to do it.

A slide of ice appeared from the window, leading over the garden and the high walls surrounding it. Without looking back she slid over it, landing on a patch of snow that cushioned her fall.

Willing the slide and snow to disappear, she started walking away from the castle.

She knew she needed to go to London. But how? She couldn't just take a rowboat and hope for the best. And walking would take forever. Maybe she just should've left as soon as she got the letter at the beginning of July.

Pondering over her possibilities, she decided to go find the only other magical beings she knew; the trolls.

It took her quite a while without a horse. Despite loving snow, she was glad it was summer, so the first part of her journey wasn't as hard. She almost got lost in the woods, as it's been three years since she's been there.

Elsa was pretty sure she actually did get lost a few times, it was quite a wonder that she even found the clearing at all, just as the trees ended and the steep part started.

The sun was already rising when she reached the place. Her parents would soon notice her absence.

There was no troll in sight, though. Were they hiding?

"Please... I need your help." She tried, hoping the trolls would show themselves. Nothing happened.

Had she been dreaming the encounter with them? Was she going mental for real?

The adrenaline was wearing off, and she let herself fall heavily on one of the moss-covered rocks, trying to keep it together.

What was she supposed to do now? She had no idea how to get to London. If she went by foot, she'd arrive ages after school would start. And soon her parents would notice her gone, so sneaking on a ship was beyond impossible if they started looking for her.

Was this the end of her journey? To go back to her lonely room and rot there?

"Hey! Get off of my family!"

Elsa's head snapped up at the unfamiliar voice to see a young blond boy running up to her.

He was around her age, maybe a year younger. He came to a stop right in front of her, appearing to be mad.

"You're sitting on my brother!" A small reindeer tried to push Elsa off in vain.

Surprised, Elsa got up and watched the boy hug the rock and the reindeer licking it. Had the younger lost his mind?

"Um. Excuse me, your brother?"

"Yeah, my brother. You can't just sit on him, he has back problems."

Elsa blinked and started to move backwards, thinking the guy was indeed crazy.

"Wait, you can't just walk back! There are wolves!"

She tilted her head. "I didn't encounter any wolves on my way up here..."

The blond boy scratched his head. "Weird. Maybe they're hunting on the other side of the forest... Anyways, what did you want up here anyways in the middle of the night?"

"I could ask you the same question." Elsa frowned at the boy.

"Hey, I asked first. But, never mind. I'm not mad. I told you before, this is my family!"

"... Right. Well, they're just rocks."

Elsa jumped when something cold touched her leg, pulling at the hem of her dress. She gasped at the round stone troll glaring up at her.

"We are not just rocks!" The female troll frowned deeply, seeming insulted. "We are the best rocks ever. We... we rock!"

Despite her wildly thumping heart Elsa grinned widely.

"You're alive!"

The troll crossed her arms. "Of course I'm alive, isn't that obvious?!"

Suddenly the other rocks started moving too. More trolls appeared. An older looking female scolded the one yelling at her.

"Rocky! You can't talk like that to the princess!" Rocky wanted to protest, but was interrupted by another, bigger and older troll. He seemed to be their leader.

"Enough!" He came up to Elsa, the other trolls gathering around them, along with the blond boy and his reindeer.

He took Elsa's hand in both of his.

"Princess Elsa, what do you need our help with?"

The young blonde took a deep breath to calm herself before rummaging through her bag to retrieve the parchment.

"I received a letter. From a school for witches and wizards."

"Ah, Hogwarts. Congratulations!" The old troll laughed and patted her hand lightly.

Elsa smiled, gathering more confidence.

"Thank you. The problem is, I don't know how to get to London and where to buy the things I need for school. Or well, how things there work in general."

And that really was the main problem. Even if she somehow could travel to London, she wouldn't know where to go from there.

"Don't worry, dear princess, we will help you."

"Thank you, thank you so much!"

The old troll gave orders to the others, saying something about a fire and... flooing?

They were gathering wood for a campfire, busying themselves while the eldest sat on the ground with Elsa.

Saying something about bed-time, the elder female led the blond boy and his reindeer away.

"Listen, Elsa, there's something important you need to know before you leave for the magical world."

The blonde nodded, showing she was listening.

"Your powers are wonderful, and you can be proud to be blessed with them."

"I am proud. I can even control them fully." Elsa grinned, but it faded at the serious expression on the stony face.

"That's good. However, you can't let anyone know about them."

She frowned, disappointed. "But... I thought it was a magical school? I thought they would understand, that there were more like me."

"Some probably would understand. Most of them not. Your power is especially rare, even in the magical world. You have control over ice and snow, on top of being a witch."

The troll patted her hand again.

"To protect yourself, you should keep your ice powers a secret. While your witch-half can be sensed, your other powers can't. Nobody will know about your powers unless you tell or show them."

Elsa retracted her hand and wrung them together.

"What's the point of going to a magical school if I have to keep everything inside there too?"

"You can control your special powers, but the witch-part needs training too. If left untrained, they can lead to great chaos. Hogwarts will help you learning to control them."

The blonde sighed, looking down at her hands resting in her lap. She should've known there was a downside to this whole thing.

"Alright. I guess I can live with that. But... there are other witches and wizards, right? At least I can befriend others like me in that way."

The troll nodded, an easy smile on his stony face.

"That you can. You should, however, think about your royal roots and who you share them with."

"I'm sorry, what?"

"There are witches and wizards who are quite... ah, old-fashioned. Some of them will judge you for being the child of normal humans, muggles, as they call them. Others could try to use you for fame and fortune."

Elsa's mouth twisted as she frowned.

"How am I supposed to make friends when I can't tell them about myself?" The people in her books never had these problems.

"Of course it's up to you who you share your secret with. Though I'm pretty sure Albus Dumbledore would want to keep it a secret, to shield you from those trying to harm you."

The troll sighed.

"I know it must sound hard, but I'm sure you'll find friends by just being who you are, not because of you were raised to be."

Elsa looked up in confusion at the word choice and opened her mouth to speak, when the elder female troll interrupted them.

"The fire is ready, Grand Pabbie." The granny smiled and patted the girl's shoulder, urging her to get up and follow them to the campfire.

"Rocky, you will join her and help."

The little troll called Rocky rolled her eyes and started to protest, but one look from Grand Pabbie made her shut up immediately. The old troll faced Elsa again.

"Rocky is visiting Diagon Alley at least twice a month. She knows more about it than any of us."

The elderly female smiled. "She may sound a little rough, but she's a good girl."

Elsa nodded and returned the smile. She had no other choice but to trust them, as they were her only connection to the magical world.

Complaining under her breath, Rocky stepped right into the fire, taking some weird powder in her hand. Elsa watched with wide eyes as the troll did so. How did it not burn? Could it even burn her when she was made of stone?

"Diagon Alley!" With those words, Rocky threw the powder down, vanishing in the re-colored flames.

"H-How? Where... What happened?!" Elsa gasped, taking a step away from the fire.

"This is called flooing. It's a way of traveling in the magical world."

"W-Wait, so I have to step into the flames?"

"Yes." Grand Pabbie laughed. "But don't worry, it won't hurt. The flames are magical."

Elsa was still hesitating, the grip on the strap of her bag tightening.

"I... I don't know..."

"Trust me, it doesn't hurt." Pabbie waved his hand through the flames for demonstration.

"Easy for you to say, you're made of stone..." The princess gulped, taking a deep breath.

Gathering her courage, she reached out for the flames with shaking hands.

If this was her only chance to find more people like her, she had to seize it.

An unbelieving breath escaped her as she touched the flames without being burnt.

"How is this possible?"

"It's magic, Elsa. Get used to it." He motioned to the satchel filled with the powder. "You better hurry, Rocky is quite impatient."

Elsa took a handful of the powder, noting it felt more like sand between her fingers.

"Good. Now you stand completely in the fire." The trolls watched her as Elsa complied. "You have to speak loud and clearly, Diagon Alley. Then you throw the powder into the flames and magic will do the rest."

The girl took a deep breath and did as told, the flames instantly recoloring to green and completely engulfing her.