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Chappie One: Elsa and Mulan

A trail of frost followed the lone figure to her window. Unable to sleep, she was far too worried about other matters than the Quidditch match tomorrow.

She was getting out of control. She had tracked down any book in the library and had subtly asked a few teachers but she wasn't getting any real answers.

Her powers.

She wasn't all that extraordinary, everyone in Hogwarts had magical capabilities, but they all seemed to require a wand. All she had to do was feel her temper flare from an overeager boy and she would've frozen him before she could blink. Although that one time had been on a muggle boy and no one believed him about a beautiful girl literally giving him the cold shoulder.

She sighed and rested her head on the cool glass of the window. Opening her eyes she tried to relax and take in the view she'd been accustomed to over the past 5 years. Gryffindor girls were treated with a view of the Black Lake and a little of the Forbidden Forest, across the lake there were high mountains that vaguely reminded her of the holiday home in Arendelle, with its fjord gleaming in the moonlight.

"Elsa? Is that you?" a sleepy voice from the four-poster bed next to her asked. It was Mulan, a girl of Chinese descent who was probably one of the kindest people Elsa had ever known. They had become friends through Anna, who during one lesson of Magical Creatures had been a little too overexcited over a unicorn and Mulan had saved her from the agitated creature, as it turned out, the unicorn had been pregnant and simply had been over-protective.

"Hm?" Elsa turned to look back at the other girl whose head was poking from the bed's curtains. "Yeah, don't worry about me though, I just couldn't sleep."

Mulan rubbed her eyes and pushed the curtains back to give Elsa her full attention. "Is it the powers again?" Mulan had known about them about a week from saving Anna, and had found the powers to be cool (with absolutely no pun intended).

She was always there to listen to Elsa to try and think of a way to better control the powers, and had actually made a little progress thanks to her. She had suggested that Elsa's powers often flared out of control whenever she felt particularly emotional, but after seeing Elsa and Anna interact with one another had realised that love was the key to controlling it, and fear (as Elsa was often prone to feeling when her powers were exuberant) was the biggest enemy.

Elsa didn't reply and Mulan took that as a yes.

She sighed and ran a hand through her hair. "Look, we've talked about this before, Elsa. Being afraid of your powers are only going to make things worse. Stop worrying about all the bad things that could happen and start thinking about all the good you can do with them. It's a beautiful power and you should cherish it."

Elsa sat down on her own bed and kept her voice low too, so the other girls wouldn't wake up, "Mulan, I know okay, I know positive feelings are the way to control them but it's just getting… harder, and the scary thing is I'm not even trying to hold it back. Usually it's completely my choice whenever I want to make a snowman or whatever but nowadays it's like my powers have a mind of its own. I'm not freaking out and trying to hold it back with everything I've got, I'm past that now and better for it."

Elsa continued to try and explain it Mulan, who found the concept of not being able to control your powers a foreign thing since she was exceptional at it, but she was nothing if not compassionate. She watched as her best friend became more animated with her expressions and gestures, something which was rare for her as she was usually so composed.

To Mulan's amusement Elsa finally made the comparison of her powers akin to being on a constant sugar rush or having a severe case of tourettes. Only last week Elsa had made her potion freeze down in the dungeons and Mulan had had to use her illegal dragon Mushu to reheat the cauldron before Professor Slughorn came hobbling over, and the demonstration for the upcoming exam in Charms had the water Professor Jafar conjured from his glass (having turned wine into pure water) froze over into an icy hand complete with a middle finger when Elsa sneezed.

Shortly after that Elsa had frozen all the water in the girls toilets over with a constant snow cloud looming over the heads of confused girls (made no less pleasant by Moaning Murtle shrieking with laughter) in the cubicles, next frost had lined the goblets over the dinner table and everyone's tongues had stuck to their cups and finally snowballs constantly re-conjured themselves to pelt the backs of poor, innocent first-years.

Peeves was having a mixed reaction to all this, as much as he loved chaos, it was his chaos to inflict, and he had taken to hiding in hollow suits of armour before jumping out and screaming "Was it YOU?!" to any unfortunate, unassuming soul who happened to be walking up the stairs of the third floor.

"According to Filch, 20 students have been harassed by Peeves and sent to the Hospital Wing just this last week alone, when will it end?" groaned Elsa.

Mulan laughed, "Personally I think it all makes for a very entertaining year, I never thought I'd say it but things get kind of stale in a school full of broom-riding, spell-casting wizards when you've been here for 4 years."

Elsa jumped when she saw something slither across Mulan's lap, then relaxed when she realised it was just Mushu, the tiny Chinese dragon. He was quite a cute little thing, feisty but loyal to Mulan all the same.

"I know what you're thinking, and I'll release him soon," Mulan ran her fingers across the red scales fondly, "I just want to make sure he ends up in a good place, he's only a baby after all."

The two girls recalled finding Mushu who had arrived by an old Chinese firework going off somewhere near the school, one day both girls had been walking along the outer part of the Forest when they had seen him all shrivelled up and weak looking. It had been winter and the poor thing could've died in the cold, although Elsa said otherwise, since a dragon of its kind was known for radiating heat and never suffering from the cold. Still, Mushu had made for a great radiator the winter just gone.

"Maybe you should ask Hiccup, he's practically an expert on dragons." Elsa suggested.

"True." yawned Mulan. They both looked back at the window and the faint trickles of warm grey were lighting the horizon, the sun would be up soon, or as Anna liked to say "The sky would be awake".

Mulan briefly perked up. "Well my dear Snow Queen, I do believe I'm shattered from all this talk, if you don't mind I'll be going to back to sleep now, forthwith."

Elsa snorted at the ridiculous accent, an unladylike habit she had picked up from Merida. "Goodnight, see you later."

Mulan made some strange noise and fell back on her bed, falling asleep within minutes with Mushu curled up by her side, smoking curling from his nose and mouth.

Elsa climbed back into her bed after eyeing the moon one last time and nuzzled the soft pillow, surrendering to the pull of the dark behind her eyes.

She was soon woken up by an overexcited Hufflepuff shaking her awake about 30 minutes later.

Finito! For now anyways.

I seem to be able to churn out random stories every now and then, hope y'all liked it. I can't promise you guys this is going to be an actual story or anything, but if any more little inspirations pop up then I'll post them as unrelated one-shots. For now I just wanted to post something.

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