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 ARENSON, Elsa I., queen elsa | n. dormer | mally
elsa arenson
 Posted: Mar 19 2015, 05:51 AM
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Mally • 13
Queen Elsa • twenty four
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elsa i arenson

Elsa Irene Arenson


age:
Twenty four

nicknames:
Queen The Woman None, thank you very much.

canon character:
Queen Elsa of Arendelle

fandom:
Frozen

blood status:
Pureblood

member group:
Hogwarts Staff

occupation:
Music Professor, Arithmetician and Head of Ravenclaw House

wand:
pine wood, dragon heart-string, 10 inches

patronus:
Snow Leopard (not fully-formed as of yet)

face claim:
Natalie Dormer

other:
Proficiency in Ice and Snow wand/wandless magic. Older sister of Anna Arenson. Norwegian/Swedish descent.

Anna wasn’t moving, and while Elsa didn’t know how this had happened, she knew it was her fault. As much as she cried—as much as she screamed—the snowflakes that fluttered around the crib and their room, refused to dissipate, as if they were mocking her, and Anna was practically frozen in such a cruel, misleading manner that had Elsa’s blood run ice cold. It was winter; isn’t there just so much cold one person can take?

Painfully aware how cold her fingers were, Elsa held little Anna, only six years old, and cried tears that froze on her cheeks as she carried her to her parents.

"Elsa’s so young, she didn’t know what she was doing," her mum said later that night, when the girl mercifully woke up and Idunn Arenson was examining the new white lock of hair midst auburn. (A mark of magic, surely.) "It’s just her powers—she’s a witch, and she’s so young, she has no control—"

"Anna could have died," was her dad's reply and that would be the end of it.

That was it, of course—that sentence, that terrible ‘could have’, was what hurt most and that was what would have Elsa lock her bedroom door and never open it to Anna again.

* * * * * * * *

Elsa had never been... well... Anna. Other than an affinity for chocolates and snowmen, the two could perhaps not have been any more different. Elsa was quiet. Elsa was serious and reserved and looked at things logically and analytically, often wondering what it would be like to be perpetually cheerful and optimistic. Elsa preferred the safe solitude of her room and the quiet contentment of silence. Besides, when she was alone, who could she possible hurt?

‘Herself’ had never truly been an option.

* * * * * * * *

The Pyrenees mountains were beautiful, and not only this time of year. 'This time of year' being start of the term; Elsa's first day at school. Of course it would be Beauxbatons... Hogwarts would be Anna's. She saw herself fitting in here better, anyway. Elsa tugged nervously at her braid, not feeling her hair beneath her fingers from the intrusive—no, it’s necessary, Elsa, you know that—gloves.

Necessary on her own accord, anyway. Her mother insisted she didn’t need them... In some far recess of her mind, Elsa knew that, too. But it was something physical, something tangible to rely on that wasn’t ‘hope’ or ‘faith’ or ‘love’, that would keep it at bay. And Merlin, did she need to keep it at bay... She didn’t think her dad would appreciate another letter from the Ministry.

Elsa didn’t notice, of course, that a lonesome snowflake had rested ‘top her hat and didn’t go away until the prefect ushered them to the dorms, or that the window near her bed was frosted in a way peculiarly unusual for August...

First day? Well, she had to admit, those ice statues in the main hall was quite impressive, and the periwinkle robes fitted in quite nicely with her whole demeanor.

* * * * * * * *

Whatever was wrong with her, it wasn’t normal. At least she knew that. “Yes, I know, but have you heard her sing?” the Music Professor pleaded in rapid French in Elsa’s third year.

Elsa strained her little ears to listen. She wasn’t supposed to eavesdrop but... Oh, let’s call it an intellectual pursuit.

“She’s trouble! Unquestionably bright, yes, but... Professor, have you seen Miss Arenson emotional before?”

Elsa could only guess that he’d taken a moment to frown. “Well, no.”

“You don’t want to. She clearly does her best to hide it, and she's always so composed and gracefull... but for good reason. Camille Barreau called her a Squib once and, frankly, I’m surprised she survived.”

The professor lowered her voice, like she just knew they weren’t alone.

“It’s ice magic. Snow, frost, all that... I don’t know how she does it, but she has a certain affinity for it and... I’m not sure it’s safe. She seems to need a wand, but when she gets emotional... I don’t know. She might just sing a sad song, and then, the next moment, freeze those frogs you like to use so much.”

Elsa tried not to cry; she was fine, honestly. And the soft trial of frost that disappeared as soon as it was formed definitely did not mean she was hurt in any way.

* * * * * * * *

Elsa liked rules. And that little smile she'd hide when something actually was really funny is just in your imagination, surely.

She liked being left alone in the corner of the library, as she always was, with an old runic book and nothing but time, to read and think and relax as best she could. She was, on this particular occasion, trying to get used to the feeling of the paper of pages underneath her bare fingertips. She’d forgotten her gloves on her bedside table—stupid, stupid—but she was sure she could last for a bit... At least a bit.

If only she hadn’t made herself so bloody dependent; if only she’d conditioned herself to not feel fear. To not feel that tug at her heart when she thought of her baby sister, breathing, alive and well, as much as she could have been dead and buried with Elsa’s help.

She shivered and it had nothing to do with the cold.

She flipped a page and her ice blue eyes fell onto a scribbled down note in the corner of the page:

Let it go.

She slammed it shut, put it back, went to her dorm room, and threw her gloves into the fireplace.

* * * * * * * *

Anna went to Hogwarts for the first time, when Elsa was made Head Girl of Beauxbatons Academy of Magic.

It must have been her good work; it must have been her kindness towards everyone, even if she kept a distance; it must have been something she hadn’t noticed she had, because why on Earth...?

Her mother said it was because she smiled more.

* * * * * * * *

What money they had left, went into Anna’s education. Elsa didn’t mind, of course. She was Anna; she could ask for Elsa’s literal arm and leg and she would give it without question. She'd even moved back to England; God, how she missed France.

Quite uncharacteristically for someone who preferred not to be seen, Elsa found herself on a stage. She’d started off just working behind the curtain of the world of Magical Theatre, but, with a tendency to sing to herself, she was found out for having as beautiful a voice as her professor had enthused.

It wouldn't last. She was far too private.

Still, she was more than just a pretty voice. A bundle of anxiety, sometimes, and riddled with loneliness, but really very clever. But, as clever people usually are, she was a closed book. Closed shut; glued shut; glued shut and locked in a vault more unbreakable than that of Gringott’s itself...

Isn’t it strange how lonely you can be with a spotlight shining right at you?

* * * * * * * *

Elsa took a deep breath, but one turned into two and two into three and soon, she's heaving rapidly. Her room is a blizzard. She paced, back, forth, back, forth, and ice climbs like ivy up the wall, coalescing on the ceiling in a multitude of snowflakes that glisten almost menacingly. The wind swirled around her, dresses and drapes, whilst only having one, crystal clear, deafening thought; Our parents are dead.

She grabbed at her hair. She needed to calm down. She needed to tell Anna. She couldn't let this escape her room.

It takes her twenty minutes to calm down. This, in her room, with the news of her parents' death, in the summer of Anna's last year at Hogwarts, is the last time Elsa Arenson let her powers get the better of her.

She knocks on Anna's door, and the look of utter surprise on her face breaks Elsa's heart all over again.

* * * * * * * *

Elsa liked numbers. They were reliable and predictable, and Arithmancy challenged the witch in a way she quite liked. Heavens, she'd even gotten a book written over time.

It was ever so difficult to decide whether she wanted to be Hogwart's Music Professor, or Arithmancy Professor.

* * * * * * * *

Through the years, even as Elsa grew more confident in herself and her abilities—and her ability to control her emotions and therefore what came with it, most of all—she never did really trust herself with Anna. Or anyone, for that matter. As cold-hearted as she may seem, or as distant and uncaring, Elsa was and always will be an extremely compassionate person, who finds herself caring far too much, and selflessly putting others before her even at disadvantage to herself. If only she’d let herself have fun every now and then, because... well, she kept it a little known truth that she loved nothing more than fun. She loved laughing. She loved when she could make anyone laugh. She loved that playful part of herself, but perhaps not enough to allow it access...

Still, sometimes, she would think:

What was wrong with building a snowman, anyway?

And seeing little Anna around the school... Well... would it really hurt? Could they finally be a family?


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Natalie Dormer is human Elsa, do not even argue with me on this, it's uncanny.

Proficiency for Ice Magic for obvious reasons, though it being wandless in her older years is up to the staff's allowing it.

Her job is obviously from the fact that Elsa can sing (oh, Idina, how you can sing) and the Arithmancy thing is because Elsa shows a canon love for geometry, and it's the magical alternative.

Her middle name (and the spoof nickname) is for my upcoming plotting with Basil (Sigyn) where Elsa will essentially be Irene Adler.

The rest is pretty straightforward? The gloves, the personality, all that.


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elsa arenson
 Posted: Mar 21 2015, 01:44 PM
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 Posted: Mar 21 2015, 01:45 PM
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Hoorah! She's complete and she's lovely and she's going to be barrels of fun and interesting plots. I'm glad Cait finally has her Elsa and you're both on the same page~ Now scoot, wummun! Get your claims and shipper done so I can pelt her with Mel and Kristoff and my two Ravenclaw students XD
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