Ice

I wrote this a while ago, lets read it! It for some reason a frozen and Danny phantom. My mind Is weird. I was watching Frozen and I was like, Danny has a ice core. I have an idea! What is wrong with me.
Danny paced nervously, hands shaking a bit. It wasn't cold in the gigantic ballroom the two rulers had directed him to, but there was an odd chill that seemed to linger throughout the castle. It was icy, calling to Danny's ghostly core.

When he had arrived in the past, the last thing he expected was for a queen, a king, and some kind of magician to be standing before him. The two royals had been desperate enough to result to summoning in hopes that someone could teach their daughter how to control her icy powers.

Danny had been given a very quick and simplified rundown. As soon as their daughter could control her powers, they'd send him back to his home, no questions asked (Danny easily forgot to mention it was the future).

He knew exactly what it felt like to not have control over ice. Thankfully, in his little bout of no-control, he'd only really hurt the bad guys and no one close to him. From what the king and queen told him, their daughter had hurt her sister, and they were desperate to raise their child in a way she wouldn't have to hide a huge part of who she was.

When Danny learned their last resort was to have their daughter never even brush her powers, to hide them deep inside, he'd been horrified. His ice powers had nearly killed him from the inside out; what kind of damage would it do to a young girl?

Danny quelled his shaking hands by putting them into his pockets, sucking in a deep breath. He wasn't so much nervous about being here, in the castle, but more about not being able to help the child. Hopefully, it would be like his brief instruct with Danielle. Danielle had picked up Danny's harder powers fairly well with his help, even if she didn't seem to have an affinity for ice. Danny really, really hoped Elsa's ice powers worked similar to his.

The doors opened and the king walked in. Following him, the young blonde girl was staring at Danny cautiously. She was fairly short and looked very... pristine. Almost up-tight, really.

"Danny," the king began, giving him a small smile. "This is my daughter, Elsa." The girl stepped next to her father and stood proudly. It looked almost like a scene from a movie.

Danny nodded. "It's, er, nice to meet you, Elsa." His gaze fell down to her gloved hands, which Elsa was clenching tightly, as if she was afraid that any kind of loosening would make her powers go unleashed.

Elsa's face moved into a bit of a relieved smile, but she remained tense. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Sir Danny."

Her father took a few steps back. "I'm going to leave for a while. I have some business with a messenger from Corona. This lesson can last until dinner, and after that, I'll have a maid direct you to your quarters."

Danny nodded, his blue eyes never leaving Elsa. "That's fine."

Without a moment of hesitation, almost as if he was fleeing, the king left the room and closed the huge doors behind him. The curtains were all closed, the room was steadily growing colder (not that Danny was complaining), and it suddenly seemed too big and too silent.

No time like the present, right?

"Well, Elsa, I guess I should really introduce myself first." He held out his hand, generating a small amount of snowflakes to dance around it. "My name is Daniel James Fenton, though I prefer Danny. I'm going to be your ice teacher. I'll show you everything I learned from my friends, who taught me."

Elsa stared at the hand, mouth parted slightly in awe. Then, regaining herself like a young royal should, she lifted her hand to shake his.

Danny pulled his back quickly. "First rule: no gloves."