Elsa Rogers is the daughter of Steve Rogers who is a super soldier and Kimberly Rogers who is a half Asgardian demigod. After inheriting powers from both her parents, she just wants to live a normal life. Well, as normal as life can be with Captain...
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Elsa's POV
Neither Harry or I could sleep that night in the hospital wing. The memory of being attacked by the dementor's still too fresh in our minds. I couldn't understand why the dementors affect us so much more than others. But it the last thing I needed was to be walking around the castle constantly on guard for dementors.
"Hey, Elsa. Are you awake?" Harry whispered to me around three in the morning.
"Yeah, I am. What's wrong?" I asked, rolling over in bed so I could look at him.
"Do you think there is something wrong with me and that's why the dementors affect me so much?" he asked, sounding like the scared thirteen-year-old he was for the first time.
"No, Harry. I don't. Because if there is something wrong with you, there's something wrong with me," I said, achieving my goal of making Harry laugh. "I think it's just both of us have been through a lot and the dementors can sense that or something."
"Do you ever wish you were just, I don't know, normal," Harry sighed.
"Sometimes. But then I remember all the amazing opportunities I've had because of the Avengers. But I can understand how you would feel that way. I can't even begin to understand how you feel. I mean, my Mum's in a coma and every time I think about her lying there, I feel like I'm the same little girl trying to understand why my Daddy wasn't coming home like the other all the other kids Dad's. Out of everyone I know, you have to be one of the bravest and I know your parents would be so proud of you."
"You really thing they would be proud of me?" Harry asked in a small voice.
"Definitely. Harry, you took on Voldemort. Twice. You are the youngest seeker in a century and you care about your friends so much that you would put your life on the line for them," I told him.
"Thanks, Elsa. That means a lot to hear you say that," Harry said, sniffing back his tears.
"Anytime Harry. Now, you should try to get some sleep. Actually, we both should. It's been a long day for both of us."
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