Cold Hearted

To The Rescue

Elena POV

I tried my best to keep my head held high as I watched the pirates all around me, Harry tied me to a post a few minutes ago and had to promptly leave when Uma called him, so I've been alone for a good while now. To be honest, no matter if the pirates were actually paying attention to me, it felt like I was being circled by dozens of hungry sharks. Luckily none of the pirates have seemed to take too much interest in me, Harry's yelling the other day must have really frightened them into that. Well, apparently all but one pirate was frightened by that.

I spotted a pirate wearing mostly brown with orange and black... face paint on? I think it's face paint, if so that's a little funny to be honest. He came trotting over to me with a smile as soon as we made eye contact, I haven't seen such a happy face here! If anything that just gives me hope for humanity, even though I won't lie I was still a little paranoid that he was going to try something why Harry isn't here to fend him off,

"Hi! You must be the princess Harry caught! I'm Gil, what's your name?"

Ah, well, uhm...I awkwardly looked around to see if there was something I could do to actually tell him my name since well, I'm gagged and all. I looked down and saw footprints on the ship deck, so I reckon there's a layer of dust on the wood. Therefore I took one of my legs and outstretched it, I pointed my toe and began writing my name in the dust with my foot. He silently watched my foot as it moved and as soon as I spelled the last "a" in my name he gasped,

"Elena? Elena Árnadalr of Arendelle? Woah, you're Elsa's daughter!"

Oh, oh wow, he actually knows who I am! That's a first, not even Harry knows who I really am, but he just whipped out my title and my mom, sheesh that's kinda impressive. I smiled and nodded despite the fact he couldn't see my smile. He laughed with disbelief and jumped around some,

"You know, I've always loved princesses and stuff so I try to learn as much as I can, so is it true that you have magic like your mom? I've heard both that you don't and do and I really wanna know!"

Oh... he really does know a lot about me. As he said that, the worst timing ever happened. Harry was walking up just as he spoke and seemed to look a little taken aback when he seemed to hear what Gil said. Since the last time I saw him, he had put on his sleeveless jacket again and smudged a whole lot of eyeliner on his eyes which made them appear darker and colder than I know they can be,

"Gil, what are ye goin' on about?"

I immediately got a little panicked, I mean the main reason I've been concealing my magic from Harry and everyone here is because I don't want it to be used against me! I looked on in horror as Gil opened his mouth to speak and Harry was eyeing me with a suspicious look,

"You don't know? She's Elena Árnadalr! Her mom was the old Queen of Arendelle, the one with the magic?"

I went entirely pale as at this point I was a little bit more than petrified. Harry fully turned to me with curious eyes,

"Magic eh? Tell me Gil, what sort of magic are we talkin'?"

I looked in between them before I was hit with a pretty frantic shot of desperation, I began trying to talk as much as I could. Though my words were muffled, I could get a few coherent sounds out not that it meant anything to those who didn't know what I was trying to say. Harry tilted his head at me and slowly began smiling,

"I knew ye had something else about ya, besides yer siren-like voice that is. Gil, what magic does her ma have?"

At least he seemed genuinely curious, not devious or devilish with his tone or look. I looked at Gil and frantically shook my head at him hoping that he'd get the message. He tilted his head at me and looked from me to Harry, then me again, then Harry, genuinely wondering who to listen to right now it seems. I just hope that if he does tell Harry that this won't backfire terribly! Suddenly I was saved by the one girl I despise,