Elsa at Hogwarts: The 1st Year

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Hi Everyone! Thank you SOOO much for finding time to read this, and I hope you enjoy! (For the rest of this chapter I am going to go back to screen play style as it is much quicker and easier that way.)

In McGonagall's office. McGonagall is sitting at her desk, having recovered from being frozen solid. There is a knock at the door.

Minerva McGonagall- Come in!

Elsa enters.

McGonagall acknowledges Elsa's presence but doesn't say anything.

Elsa- (to her shoes) I'm sorry.

Still McGonagall doesn't say anything.

Elsa- I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to. I became scared and angry and...

She trails off. McGonagall still refuses to say anything.

Elsa- It's this horrible power I have inside of me- it won't go away! I'm bloody stuck with it, forever and ever and ever until I die! And I can't freaking control it. One minute I'm fine and the next second- KABOOM!!

Minerva- I know.

Elsa- You know what?

Minerva- About your rather unusual powers. Your father explained the circumstances to me in his letter.

Elsa- (shocked) My father wrote you a letter? But, then, why isn't my name down for Hogwarts?

Minerva- What are you talking about, child? Surely you must know that your name is down for Hogwarts?

Elsa-  But, why wasn't my name called out?

Minerva- Didn't your father explain to you?

Elsa- Huh? Explain what?

Minerva- We thought that you were far too advanced to be put with the first years. So, your Father and I decided that if we let you skip a few years, you could join the third years.

Elsa-  Wait, What?? Father didn't say anything to me about this!

Minerva- You heard me.

Elsa- No.

Minerva- (In a are you mad tone of voice) No??

Elsa- No. I don't want to join the third years.

Minerva- Why ever not?

Elsa- (Firm) I just-don't. I want to fit in- but, by starting with the third years who've already settled in and made friends... I won't be able to.

Minerva- But you'll find the work the first years are doing far too easy. Surely you want to join the third years?

Elsa- I said no and I mean it.

Minerva- Well, I guess at the end of the day it is your choice. Very well, then.

She gets up.

I'll go and get the sorting hat.

Elsa- There's no need. I already know which house I'll be in.

Minerva stops in her tracks.

Elsa- I know I'll be in Slytherin.

Minerva's eyes widen in horror.

Minerva- Even so, we will still need to check with the sorting hat.

She gets the sorting hat down from a shelf.

Minerva- (she hands the hat to Elsa) There you are.

Elsa eagerly places the hat on her head.

(The conversation between the sorting hat and Elsa happens in Elsa's head.)

Sorting Hat- It's Elsa, isn't it?

Elsa- Princess Elsa of Arendelle, actually.

Sorting Hat- Ooooh, fancy! Hmmm, let's see what house I should put you in... Good brains, I see. Quite a bit of courage, too. And powerful. Very powerful. But the question is, what house should I put you in?

Elsa- Slytherin!

Sorting Hat- Yes, you would do rather well in Slytherin, but, I'm not really sure if that is the house for you.

Elsa- I, Princess Elsa of Arendelle, command you to put me in Slytherin!

Sorting Hat- I'm afraid that you can't boss me around like that.

Elsa- Oh but please? Scorpius says it's the best house.

Sorting Hat- I have decided. You are going to be in...

GRYFFINDOR!

Elsa flings the sorting hat off her head.

Elsa- (angry) That bloody sorting hat put me in Gryffindor!!

Minerva- (confused) And what do you find so wrong with Gryffindor?

Elsa- It's the house for cowards and arrogant idiots! And I'm not, I'm not an idiot.

Minerva- Who told you that?

Elsa- Scorpius.

Minerva- Scorpius Malfoy?

Elsa- Who else would it be? Scorpius is hardly a common name!

Minerva- Well, I can tell you this. Scorpius Malfoy is the son of Draco Malfoy, who had a certain talent for boasting and telling lies. I am assuming that Scorpius inherited Draco's talent. I would try not to believe everything Scorpius tells you.

Elsa- Oh, well, in that case I guess I don't mind being in Gryffindor.

Minerva- I am glad of it. One day, Elsa, you will make Gryffindor proud.