A/N: Yeah, I’m a couple days late. Nothing came to my mind and I ended up immersing myself in the first book of Game of Thrones. Takes place sometime during the first movie before the school’s name change. Probably not the best thing in the world.

Anna carefully walked down to the end of the darken hall towards the room that intrigued her most since her first day. Ever since she arrived at Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters she heard whispers about the girl who could control ice, but few have ever seen her. They say she walks the halls like a ghost in the night, other students claim to have heard her crying among the shelves in the library, and the creaking of ice crawling up the walls. Coming to the hall fire blazed in her hands and she ventured onward having a mission to complete. The closer Anna got to the end a deathly chill filled the air causing the fire to wave in near submission.

Coming to the door Anna placed her hand on the wood feeling how truly cold it was. Pulling away she noticed frost on her hands, but quickly melted away. She knocked once, but no answer. Again, nothing. Growing rather worried the determined redhead grasped the knob ignoring the bite of cold nipping her scorching hot hands. Turning the knob she found it unlocked, slowly pushing it opened Anna entered and was greeted by a blast of cold air. The darkness gave off an unwelcoming feeling as did the daunting chilling air, but Anna carried on driven by unbridled curiosity and her task.

“Hello,” she called, “is anyone home?”

“Leave,” a small voice squeaked.

Skimming her hand along the wall Anna found the light-switch blinding herself briefly with the sudden pale yellow glow. Blinking a few times her eyes adjusted still not seeing anyone in the room. Removing the books from bag she placed it on the bed. “I was told by Professor Storm to give you this today’s assignments. Still don’t why we have to learn boring school when we got awesome powers.” Rubbing the back of her head Anna added, “I mean I guess it’s to help us control out powers, and to learn from the mistakes made by other mutants and human’s in the past.”

From the corner by the bed a figure emerged starting with snowy blonde hair, brilliant blue eyes the color of frost, and skin so pale the moon would be jealous. Wearing a pair of teal gloves she reached out with a hesitant hand grabbing the books. “Thank you, can leave now,” she said an edge in her voice.

“You sure?” the redhead took a step forward, “I figured I could-”

An icicle protruded from the ground. “I said you can leave,” she snapped, “Go back out to tell your friends all about the Ice Queen. That’s what everyone else. Even among other mutants I’m still a freak.”

Anna flinched at the word to most in the school it was used a joke or hateful slur. Melting the sharp tip Anna stayed to avoid another one. “I find that hard to believe I mean we’ve been call it all at point or another. I remember this one time as camp when I first found out about my talent all the kids wanted me to make s'mores for them in the middle of the night. Though there was this on girl – a real bitch told on me. I think she was jealous, but the next morning my parents came and got only to be horrified by my gift. A few weeks later a few strangers people came to the house, and told me of this place.”

Elsa took the girls words to heed, but she didn’t trust her. The naive girl nothing about the cold harsh reality of her life. “Making a s'mores is nothing compared to what I have done,” she whispered, wringing her hands. The room dropped several degrees, and snow fell harshly. “I’ve harmed people with what you call a gift I think of it more as a curse. I am sure you’ve heard rumors how I froze my home, and the people who I once thought cared for me kicked me out after they were thawed. So, I will tell you again to leave before you get hurt too.”

“But,” Anna tried, a blast of cold air hit her like a brick wall forcing her out of the room. The door slammed shut and she heard the click of the lock. Shaking the snow out of her hair Anna walked away, but she wouldn’t give up so easily.

The next day after class Anna headed back hearing the whispers of cruel children trail behind her saying she was foolish for trying. She placed the things her teachers gave her by the door, and found them gone either during moments she fell asleep, or the next day. This filled the fire starter with hope and renewed vigor.

She kept her routine up for two weeks straight doing her homework by the light of her fire waiting for an answer or for the door to finally open. The chiming of the clock around midnight woke her up with a start. Standing up, packing her stuff the redhead figured it was time to leave until tomorrow. Turning away for the hall she paused hearing the distinct click of the door. Whipping around she met icy orbs. “You can’t take a hint can you?”

Anna shook her head, “Nope, I can be quite persistent.”

“What exactly do you want?”

An innocent smile crossed her lips, “Well, I’ve always wanted to build a snowman in summer.”

Elsa couldn’t believe what she heard out of everything people have said to her or about her asking for such a childish request was the last thing she ever expected. “That’s it?” she asked unable to hide her disbelief.

“No,” she began.

Once again the temperature dropped to an icy chill. “I knew it there was a catch. Why did I even bother to open the door?”

Seeing her chance fading Anna grabbed the girl by the arm unfazed by the ice coating her skin. “Wait, let me finish. I also want to be friends.”

Pulling away Elsa felt unsure, sure the girl had sincerity glowing her teal eyes, a seemingly trust worthy personality, and a strange warmth about her other than the fire she controlled. Knowing she would be taking a huge risk if she dared to trust the girl made Elsa her choice. She stretched out her hand. “Elsa,” she introduced.

Anna grasped her hand with a little too forcefully, “Anna! So, how about that snowman?” Elsa quickly pulled away feeling the burning sting from the girls hand. “Sorry, that happens sometimes when I get excited,” the redhead quickly apologized, hoping she didn’t hurt the girl.

“That sort of thing only happens to me when I get depressed or scared.”

A laugh escaped Anna’s lips, “I guess we kind of balance each other out.” Flames blazed in her hands. “Fire and ice,” she said playfully.

The blonde bit her bottom lip holding back a smile wishing to curve her lips. She found it hard for the girls smile was completely infectious slowly consuming her like a wildfire she surrendered smirking at Anna’s joke. “Have you ever ice skated on the fountain’s water?”

“Sounds fun though. Come let’s head outside!” Filled with excitement Anna grabbed Elsa’s hand leading her out her darken depressed dungeon and to something brighter and warming.