Year 1,
Scene: Elsa's Talk with McGonagall

*Transfiguration has just been dismissed an all of the students have left, except for one Elsa Granger.

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Elsa was nervous, what if her teacher doesn't believe her? She needed her to, to help the young girl understand her powers, how, why she has them. Els quickly drew in a deep breath, regaining her confidence, and became as polite as possible, which isn't hard for her to do. "Excuse me, Professor McGonagall?" the young witch said more in a statement rather than a question, acknowledging her presence.

The teacher looked up, surprised that a student was still in the classroom. "Yes my dear, what can I do for you?"

"Well, there is unfortunately not enough time for me to tell you in order to be on time for my next class, but, ma'am, I was hoping I could speak with you during lunch. It is a rather important and sensitive topic for me to discuss."

Minerva thought about the situation. The young student seemed genuine, wanting to be punctual for her other classes. "I hope you are right about this being urgent, because at lunch, I will come directly straight for you," the professor said, before adding, "Now, run along, you don't want to be late for your next class, do you?"

Elsa quickly responded, grateful that the professor would listen. "Of course not. Thank you." She hurriedly walked off to find her next class.

"What happened after Transfiguration? I thought you were right behind me?" Hermione asked.

"I talked to Professor McGonagall, I have decided that I should inform the staff of my winter powers. What do you think?" Elsa answered.

"While I appreciate you asking my opinion, it's your secret, not mine. Alo I believe that the staff here might be able to help your powers mature and grow stronger than they already are," Mione said, after a moment of thought.

"There she is, wish me luck," Elsa said, pointing out Professor McGonagall who seemed to gesture for Elsa to follow her.

After a moment of silently walking to the professor's office, Minerva asked the young girl why there was an 'urgent' need to talk about Elsa's 'important and sensitive' topic.

"Well Professor, I'm not quite exactly like most of the other students here."

"Are you saying that you're 'special'? That you require a different level of attention? That you are to be treated differently?" McGonagall said, questioning the girl's motives for having this talk.

"I am not trying to say that I am 'special', as you say, just different. You see, in many of the classes we take here, we use our wand, Transfiguration, Defense Against the Dark Arts, and Charms. Well I, can perform magic without using a wand at all; more like powers than magic. Have you ever read The Snow Queen? I do not expect you to with it being a muggle story and all. Anyways, one of the main characters, the Snow Queen, is a woman who has icy powers, like me. Just watch, please."

Elsa pocketed her wand and made a butterfly, one the size of her fist, out of frost in her palm. She cupped her hands together and blew on the butterfly, giving it life. The artificial frosty butterfly flew around the room, giving awe to McGonagall. As it passed a window, the heat and light of the sun started to melt the butterfly, so Elsa reached up and gave it a small tap, using the tip of her index finger, making the butterfly's wings thin solid ice instead of frost, while not seeming to melt again.

Elsa reached her hand out for the butterfly to land on and once it did, Elsa melted the beautiful creature and put the water back into the air o the atmosphere.

"When I was in Ollivanders getting my wand, Mr. Ollivander called me a 'Frost' and said that I had the same powers as my biological mother's sister, Ingrid. Here while we had been getting sorted, the Sorting Hat knew that I was adopted by the Grangers and it also called me a 'Frost'. Professor McGonagall, just what is a 'Frost' exactly, and how am I a 'Frost'? Why am I a 'Frost, where did my winter magic come from, and just who exactly are my parents?" Elsa asked in a flurry of questions.

Professor McGonagall realized what the young student meant by different and was shocked to hear that a Frost was still alive. As the Transfiguration Professor processed the information, she also realized one other important fact. "Oh you young child, you must feel terrible. I can only imagine what it must be like for you to question the people who gave birth to you, and with an additional set of powers, you must be so confused. Your situation is quite like Potter's, you know."

"Yes, I suppose it is, except that I was raised fairly by people who seemed to actually care about me. Do you know that Harry sleeps in a cupboard that is literally under the stairs? Maybe you do know considering that you put the exact room in the address of your acceptance letters. Did you not question why an 11-year old boy is living underneath the stairs? Other than that, yes, my situation is quite similar to that of my friend's," Elsa said/ranted, clearly upset that her Gryffindor friend was raised by such awful and rude people.

In all of her years, Minerva McGonagall has never met a student, nevertheless a first year, who was so fierce and headstrong in what she believed in to actually stand up to her. All in all, the Head of Gryffindor was impressed and knew to expect great things from this young student. Not knowing ow to properly give an answer, the Transfiguration teacher shifted the subject,"While on the topic of your cryokinetic magic, I will make sure that I talk to Headmaster Dumbledore about this. Thank you for telling me."

"Yes, well if I had just written you a letter, where one could have easily written lies, not that I would do anything like that, over the summer, I doubt that anyone would believe it. I mean, just written words that an 11-year old, a first year, can control winter magic like Mother Nature, or Jack…" Elsa trailed off, not believing what could be the impossible.

The professor understood the revelation the young witch was coming to and gestured for Elsa to continue.

"'Frost', Jack 'Frost'. Am I related to the Jack Frost? The immortal spirit of winter? The one who 'nips' your nose? THE Jack Frost is related to me? OMG, I can't believe this, it's totally insane! Did I just use two contractions? This is crazy!" Elsa said, partly talking to both her professor and herself.

"I'm just glad he doesn't attend Hogwarts now, Frost with those Weasley twins would just put everything into discord. He's from your mother's side, passed the genes to Ingrid, your mother's sister, and you too apparently."

"What about my parents? What were they like? Could there be any possible chance that they are still alive?"

"Your mother and her sisters had quite a bond, much like you and Hermione. They were all housed in Slytherin. Your mother was the bachelorette of the school, every boy from ever house, from basically every year asked her out at least one, it didn't help that she was ¾ veela. She was a prefect, Head Girl, Captain of the Slytherin Quidditch team, played as Seeker, and not to mention, she was also one of the brightest of her class. Even with all that, she was rebellious and got her cunningly sly attributes from Jack Frost. Your father, on the other hand, was strict, a by the book student. If he didn't know the answer to something, he'd be stuck in the library for days. Your mother actually got your father to loosen up, slouch his shoulders. She opened his eyes saying 'If you're gonna live in the real world, experience it.'

"Both of them were actually fairly good friends with Potter's. They were your godparents. Unfortunately, your parents died from the same cause, He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named. They had died just a little over a year before Lilly and James, Harry's parents, did."

"So if there were no Grangers, I would have gone to be with Harry and his horrible guardians?"

"Yes, you know, the whole Granger-Frost friendship actually started with Jack. Your Mother was always best in DADA and Care of Magical Creatures, she would always be found playing with the Thestrals. Your father was a Potions and CHarms person. They were both wonderful at Transfiguration, always managing to transfigurate within the first three tries. They couldn't help to attract to ach other. To your mother, he was a cute dork, to your father, she was a pretty rebel. Sometime she would dye her hair and could always be seen wearing leather boots. At first, they loathed each other, buut as they say, there's a fine line between love and hate, and they found themselves falling in love with each other."

"Do you have any old yearbooks with their picture in it? What was their love story like?"

"Well let's see if I can remember. It all started with your mother... "

"Thank you so much Professor McGonagall! You have helped me so much," Elsa said, collecting her things.

"It was a pleasure. I will make sure to talk to Headmaster Dumbledore about your… icy situation," Minerva said, almost struggling to find the right words to call Elsa's magic. "And, if you want to know more about your parents, ask Professor Snape, he attended here with both yours and Potter's parents."

"I will try to speak to him about it. Thank you very much!" Elsa said, walking out the office, feeling pride for finally being able to figure out her parents.

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A/N: This oneshot will be seen again in Chapter 5, right after the first Transfiguration class.