The Other Prince

By Alex H S

Summary: After the war, Harry was dumped through the veil; "He must be dark!" they said, "no one can control elements naturally!"

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or Frozen, it would be awesome if I did, but I don't.

-T.O.P-

Chapter 1

The Execution

The man looked around dazed when he woke up. He was in some sort of room. The walls were a dank, dark stone covered in lines, like someone was counting. There was a constant 'drip, drip' noise coming from somewhere. There was a small window high in the wall of the room. It seemed to be roughly 6ft by 6ft the room did. Wait, only one place had rooms like that…if only he could remember! Where was he?

The man couldn't remember anything, his name, where he was, where he went to school…

How old was he? He couldn't remember…wait! He was…nineteen? Yes, that's right, nineteen. Things started coming back to him in little pieces, he remembered his name next, Harrison James Arcturus Potter. His parents, James Charlus Potter and Lily Rosalie Evans. Then he remembered his friends, Ron and Hermione; Neville; Luna. Ginny.

As things started to tumble into his brain like a flood, Harry started to remember his whole life. In chronological order. The memories and information were so painful that he curled up in a ball in the corner of the room and rocked back and forth. Some people were drawn by his whimpering as they walked past the room. As they looked in the door, they saw him clutching his head in agony. Unconcerned, they closed the door again and walked off.

Harry barely registered the presence of the two people, so withdrawn in memories he was.

The river of information flowing into his brain stopped as suddenly as it had begun. Harry sighed in relief but shivered, the room was too warm. Way too warm. He started panicking when he realised that. His body didn't react well with heat, it was too accustomed to the cold. He lifted his hands to cool the room but panicked when he found that they were covered in metal shackles; he was in so much pain before, he hadn't even noticed. Looking closer, he tried to see if there were any runes to prevent his magic. He found some around the rim, but; after further analysis of the runes, he found that they only prevented magic.

Closing his eyes, he focused on cooling his hands. He smiled as he felt the metal becoming brittle. Opening his eyes, he focused on making the locks come undone. He sat there for merlin knows how long. Eventually, the metal cracked and Harry withdrew his hands from the encompassing metal. Sighing in relief he rubbed his hands to regain circulation.

Analysing his accommodation once again, he realised that he was in Azkaban. Brilliant. Not remembering how he got there, one of the few things he couldn't remember.

Retreating his consciousness behind his Occlumency shields, he opened his eyes. He looked around his mindscape and was thankful that it was still intact. He was suddenly glad that he never told his friends about his mindscape.

He started to walk through the snow that covered his mindscape and let his thoughts drift. He was wandering why Ron and Hermione weren't there to visit him but he had an inkling why they weren't. Looking up the biggest mountain in his mindscape, he started his trek upwards. He could, technically, move about his mind as he wished with no problems but he found that the walk to the centre of his landscape to be very calming.

Reaching the small, flat walkway that ended at the cliff-face, Harry went through the small gap at the edge of the mountain. On the other side was a snow covered plain that was a fairly steep hill. At the top of the hill was the centre of his mindscape; it was a large ice palace and it was absolutely beautiful…well in his opinion anyway. It was a beautiful thing that he was very proud of.

Walking in the front door, Harry pet the snow wolves that guarded his palace on the head. They had a sort of consciousness of their own, only having basic instructions to attack anyone that tried to enter the palace that wasn't accompanied by him. As long he was there, willingly, they could enter. The pack were Harry's pride and joy, he found them even better than his ice palace; he had spent almost two months in his mindscape trying to build them.

Giving them one last pet, he moved forward and up the staircase that led to his memory room. This room was created with the purpose to contain all of the memories that he hadn't sorted yet. It wasn't really very full, and of that he was thankful. His memories took the appearance of snowflakes, each one different. To confuse any intruders, he made it so that one snowflake was everywhere in the palace. It was his 'signature' snowflake.

Getting his thoughts back on track, he looked around the room. His eyes were automatically drawn to the centre of the room where there was one big snowflake that seemed to be cracked. It also seemed to be red and pulsing. Harry frowned, that was not good. Moving behind the snowflake, he came across some smaller ones that were perfectly fine, except for one. That one was black.

Processing the smaller snowflakes took some time, but was fairly easy. They were mostly conversations that he'd had with his friends before the…something. He couldn't remember. That memory was most likely the big scary looking one in the middle of the room. Next, he touched the black snowflake. He was instantly drawn within its memory.

FLASHBACK

Harry looked around, it was horrible. The battle had taken place at the ruin of Hogwarts. The once beautiful castle had been ruined by the first major battle between Voldemort's army and his. He had been sixteen; god was he naïve back then.

Looking around, he saw Hermione and Ron. Moving over to them, he decided that he was going to tell them his big secret. The secret he had kept since he was a small child.

"Er…Hermione, Ron, can I…er…talk to you…alone?"

"Sure mate."

"Of course, Harry."

Harry led the two of them to the remains of the room of requirement, amazingly, it still worked. Summoning a version of the Gryffindor common room, Harry faced his two friends.

"I…haven't been entirely truthful. I want to tell you this now…instead of you finding out in the battle."

Hermione and Ron were looking at Harry strangely, wondering what the hell he could be talking about.

"It can't be that bad mate, it's not like you've still got that Horcrux in you or anything is it."

"Yes, Harry stop worrying, we're your friends; we won't up and abandon you."

Harry stood there in front of them and looked at them. Ron was about to say something when Harry slowly removed the notice-me-not charm on his hands. Hermione frowned when she saw a pair of silver bracelets but Harry took them off slowly, one at a time. He stood there looking at them when he suddenly turned around and held his hand towards the fire. Out of it shot a blast of ice. The fire froze immediately.

Harry heard Hermione's gasp and felt, rather than heard, Ron stiffen. He didn't turn around to face them, he merely melted the ice with another gesture, allowing it to continue to flicker and burn.

"Harry, what have you done?! Only dark wizards can influence the elements! You are an idiot, how could you betray all that we stand for and perform one of the darkest rituals known to us!"

When Harry turned around he saw Ron sat there staring at him in anger and disgust whilst Hermione went off on her rant.

Harry merely had to turn to face Hermione for her to stop her rant. He looked at her in sadness, "I haven't performed any rituals, Hermione. Nor was I cursed. I was born like this, have you never noticed how the fire never burned as bright when I was there? My body doesn't react well to heat. It is fine as long as there is no fire near me. Ron did you never notice how in the winter I wore only shorts and a t-shirt when I was outside, the cold never bothered me."

"Harry don't lie to us! There is no such thing as a natural born elemental!"

"The founders were."

This brought Hermione to a stuttering stop.

"No they weren't Harry, don't be stupid. It's not in any books I've read."

Harry snorted, whilst Ron rolled his eyes, "Books don't contain everything you know. Godric controlled fire, Helga controlled earth and Rowena controlled air."

"What about Slytherin?" This question came from Ron, not Hermione.

Harry hesitated for a moment but answered at Hermione's accusatory look.

"Salazar controlled snow and ice. Like I do, I suppose."

"You have the same powers as Slytherin! Slytherin was evil!"

"Ron, elementals aren't born anyway. He's lying."

"No I'm not, Hermione! I was born like this, just like-"

Harry stopped, not wanting to reveal that particular piece of information.

"Just like what?"

Harry didn't answer.

"See he's lying, let's go Ron."

End Flashback

Harry stumbled back out of the memory. He sank down against the wall and sat there in shock. Seeing the damning snowflake still there, he glared at it before sending it to the centre of the tallest mountain. No one would ever find it and he didn't have to think about it.

Shuddering, he stayed there and distracted himself by making small ice statues of the Marauders. A stag, a grim, a werewolf, a lily and a wolf. He coloured the statues as well, a talent and ability that he'd only just learned that he was able to do.

He ended up with a sandy blonde werewolf, a brown stag, a black grim, a red lily and a grey and white wolf that had a black lightning bolt down its muzzle.

Looking up, Harry remembered the large menacing snowflake that was in the middle of the room.

Glaring at the item like it had offended him, Harry decided that he didn't really want to know what it was as it looked to contain an even worse memory than the one that he had just sorted. With his decision made, Harry sat there ignoring it whilst trying to figure out what it could contain. Thinking back to the blackened memory, Harry tried to remember his thoughts that were at the beginning of the memory.

He sat there for ages trying to remember when he suddenly realised that he was thinking of a battle. That, he decided, was what the red snowflake must contain.

Scowling at it, Harry moved it to the room that contained every single battle that he and Voldemort had ever fought. The room was almost as big as the Great Hall and the walls were completely covered in snowflakes.

Deciding that he had spent enough time in the, now empty, room; Harry morphed into his Animagus form and bounded through the castle. Coming to the front door, Harry greeted the pack that guarded his mindscape. He went up to the alpha and tackled him in a show of playfulness. The alpha understood that that was what it was and reciprocated in the play fight.

Harry used the play fights to unwind and was about to leap at the alpha when he was jolted out of his mindscape by his magic warning him of the presence of two people outside his door.

Opening his eyes, he gazed at two guards that had just entered his cell. They were dressed in the dark grey unspeakable robes but they had their hoods down. He smirked when they looked at his, clearly, unshackled hands in fear and confusion. When they hesitated coming closer to him, Harry rolled his eyes.

"I'm not going to hurt you, but they were slightly uncomfortable to wear, you see. Are we going somewhere?"

Harry almost laughed when he saw one of the guards puff up like a peacock and walk towards him.

"I don't have to speak to you."

"Nope, but you're doing it anyway. Plus, if I'm right, this is probably going to be my last human conversation so I think I'm entitled to babble."

"Whatever, but no…snow or ice…no dark magic at all, understand?"

Harry scowled when they called his abilities dark magic, why did no one believe him when he told them that he was born with the powers? Just because it hadn't happened in a thousand years didn't mean that it wasn't possible. It was made even better by the fact that Voldemort almost died when he used Harry's blood to resurrect himself, the elemental powers didn't like that. They soon returned to him.

Harry continued scowling on the way to the prison. He knew every corridor by heart and traced his way backwards from the start, after reaching the front doors of the prison, Harry realised that he had been in Sirius' cell. That was probably why there were scratch marks on the door and walls.

He internally scoffed at the irony of the situation, he and his godfather, both innocent men, had been stuck in the same cell in Azkaban. A sudden thought came to him.

"Hey, do you know how I'm going to die?"

The question was asked so casually that the unspeakable's got a bit nervous, "The veil. The dementors have all been destroyed so we have to use the veil now. That's your fault, it means loads of extra work for us."

Harry grinned, it seemed that his friends wished to give him the same experience as Sirius. He always wondered where the veil led to, whether someone would really die when they passed through it. He'd become almost obsessed by the question in sixth year, trying to discover whether Sirius was really dead. Eventually he decided that it didn't matter, the only way he would ever find out was if he ever passed through the damned thing; looked like he was going to get his chance.

"Potter, why did you do it?"

The question given by the puffed up git startled Harry out of his internal dialogue.

"What? Do what?"

"Sacrifice everything to become an elemental? I know what the ritual contains, it's disgusting."

"I didn't do any ritual, or spell, or take a potion. I was born like this."

The peacock snorted, "Elementals aren't born Potter. They're created."

"Why does no one believe me when I tell them that?!"

"Because you're lying."

"No, I'm not but you would never believe me if there was proof right in front of your face."

The peacock opened his mouth to retort when the boat docked against the mainland. The unspeakables hauled Harry out of his seat and slapped a timed portkey onto him. Harry laughed at the fact that it was a 'Potter Stinks' badge, it looked like they were really trying to depress him.

The portkey activated and Harry felt the customary hook behind the navel sensation of that accompanied that particular method of travel. He let himself become consumed by the vortex of colours that surrounded him. He flinched when he felt his magic protest at the method of travel but there was nothing that he could do about it, they were already traveling.

About five seconds after they left, they arrived in a ministry holding cell.

"Goodie! Another cell!" Harry whooped sarcastically, "Will there be any free water in this one as well?"

The unspeakables ignored him and walked out of the cell, making sure to lock the door behind them. Harry would retreat to his mindscape, but he didn't want to be in it when the guard's came to get him, being unwillingly drawn from your mindscape was painful and dangerous. It could completely rip it to shreds and drive you mad; or it could trap you inside with no way out, meaning you would die if no one was maintaining your body's life systems. And no one would do that for him. Yep, definitely not going into his mindscape.

Harry sat against the wall for five minutes before he decided that he was bored. To provide some amusement, he created a ball out of a mixture of snow and ice, and threw it at the wall. He continued this routine for hours, throw, bounce, rebound, catch; repeat. He did start counting how many times he was doing it at one point but there wasn't much point as he had already been doing it for a good hour or so.

Eventually, after what must have been five hours after he left Azkaban, he was collected from his cell. He dispersed the ball in front of his escorts just to unnerve them. Smiling, he whistled a wordless tune that he vaguely remembered his mother humming to him when he was a child.

The guards quickly increased their pace, wanting to get rid of the clearly mad prisoner that they were escorting.

Eventually, the three of them arrived at the room that contained the Veil of Death, in the Department of Mysteries. Harry opened the door before either of the guards could stop him, and waltzed on in. the guards hurried through after him.

Looking around, Harry moved to stand in front of the veil; he traced the indecipherable runes that surrounded the edge of the arch. He shivered in anticipation as he heard the whisper of voices that always accompanied the Veil when he was present.

"Scared, Potter?"

Harry sighed when he heard the voice, he never thought he would live to see the day when his best mate started to call him by his last name in an almost exact impersonation of Malfoy. Speak of the devil, Malfoy was there too. He had a smug, superior look upon his face as he stared at Harry. Harry just smiled at him; this caused Malfoy's smirk to falter just as Harry had planned.

"Right," he said, clapping his hands together, "I'm sure you all don't have all day; let's get this over with."

The last thing that Harry thought of whilst stepping into the Veil was Sirius.

Right, so this is the first ever crossover that I've actually gotten around to posting. Honestly, I've written over fifty stories, ask my friends. I made a powerpoint that had one slide for every fic. There were fifty three slides, not including the title slide. A lot, considering I've only posted four.

I should tell you now that I am addicted to Disney. I also have a 'Tangled' fanfiction in progress, but it's not got many chapters. I probably shouldn't be posting this story, considering I haven't updated on the other three in over six months, roughly, but cut me some slack! Writer's Block is a cruel mistress.

Now, about this fic.

I know that Harry seems very blasé about the entire thing, but this war went on longer than that of cannon. Harry is currently...what...19? So, yeah... Ah, about Elsa, Anna, Kristoff etc... Harry WILL be paired with Elsa. Those hoping different, I'm sorry but I hate Hans and I love Anna and Kristoff too much to split them up. Also, Elsa has SERIOUS confidence issues. But, who can blame her?

What guy - or troll in this case - says to an 8 year old girl, who has just accidentally hurt her younger sister with her powers, that she has to learn to control them or people are going to kill her?! It's the most stupid and unbelievable thing to do! How insensitive is this guy? Not to mention, he sounds really reluctant when he compliments Elsa's powers, "There is beauty in it..." I mean, come on dude! She was eight years old!

Right, sorry about the rant; once I start, it's difficult to stop...

Anyway, I hope you enjoy this fic enough to rate and review if you wish to.

Alex H S