Elsa at Hogwarts

2. Platform 9 3/4

Still full of disbelief I go aboard the ship that'll lead me to London, wherever that place may be. Anna and Father wave me goodbye, Anna with a confused look on her face and tears in her eyes. 'Where's she going, dad?', I hear her say while the ship starts leaving the shore. What Father replies is too soft for me to hear.

The wind in my face makes me feel a little bit better. In a few days time I will arrive and, with the help of North, buy supplies for school. 'On the first day of September I need to...take the Hogwarts Express from platform...what?', I mumble to myself. 'Platform 9 3/4? That's odd.'

'What're saying, dear?', someone asks me. 'Nothing, ma'am. Just...thinking out loud.'

Ship arrives at London

'Wow, it's so crowded here!' I say under my breath while leaving the ship. North is waiting for me. 'Hey Elsa, over here!', he shouts.

Taking my hand, he leads me through the crowd of people. I'm feeling nervous. My gloves are itching, but my attention's somewhere else. What if these people find out about my powers? They'll kill me, or lock me up to die. It's quite the same.

The rest of the walk is a blur. We pass lots of people, and after what seems days we are standing at a brick wall. 'What's this?', I ask North. 'Hush, dear. Let me remember...' He taps some bricks, which part ways, reveiling yet another street. But this one is different. Everyone wears cloaks and I hear owls screeching from a shop nearby. North finally turns around. 'Welcome to Diagon Alley, Elsa. Shall we begin?'

After a long day of shopping I now have everything I need. Robes, books, parchment, all of it. An animal is allowed, but I don't want to put any of the owls or cats in danger with the possibility of freezing them. I'm staying in a hotel room, because North had something 'urgent' to do. Well, I'm too tired to care. Off to sleep. North told me these rooms are magic-proof, so for the first time in forever, I can sleep well...

The next morning I wake up confused. 'Where...what...who?' Oh wait. Hogwarts. September 1st. Today.

Carrying all my supplies to the station was difficult, but I made it. 'Now what..?', I say to myself checking the platform numbers. What to do? I feel fear inside of me. Am I wrong? Was this a joke? 'Conceal, don't feel, please stay calm...', I whisper to myself.

'Yes Mother, I'll be careful. Now please let me go.' I see a girl with long blonde hair standing not so far from me, with the same supplies I have too. 'I love you very much, flower.' The woman says. She looks really young. The girl seems emotional. 'I love you more.', she says. 'I love you most', says the woman while walking away. The girl now turns around, and sees me staring. She starts walking towards me. 'Hey, ', she says, 'Are you going to Hogwarts too? Are you searching for the platform?' She looks sweet. 'Yes, platform 9 3/4.', I reply. 'Well, come with me then! Follow me and stay close.' She faces the brick wall between platform 9 and 10. She starts running. 'What?!' I just run after her, expecting a crash any moment. The moment we touch the wall, nothing happens. We go through it!

On the other side there's a huge train standing. 'Here we are.', says the girl. 'Is this you first time?' 'Y..yes..yes it is. Wow...' The girl smiles at me. 'Lets get inside! Do you want to sit together?' One moment I hesitate. But I can't be alone this whole year, right? This is a chance for change. 'Sure', I smile as we get in.

We have a compartment for us alone. Sitting across from each other, there's a moment of silence. 'So...what's your name?', the girl asks. 'I'm Elsa. I am a-' No no no. Not allowed to say I'm a princess. 'You're a... what?', she asks. 'I am a...ehm..first year!' 'Me too! My name is Rapunzel.' Her name sounds familiar. She looks like Anna. The thought of Anna makes me sad. 'Hey, are you alright? Is it hot in here? Maybe you can take your gloves off and-' 'NO!!', I scream, feeling stupid immediately. I have to act normal, not like this. 'Sorry...Elsa. We can just open a window instead.' While she's opening the window, I observe her hair. It's really long, and looks heavy. 'Hey, a question: can you braid?', she asks me. Everyone's been stepping on my hair, and I can't braid myself...' I look at her hair and smile. 'This is going to be a challenge. Sure, why not?', I say while the train slowly begins to move.

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