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Well, that’s winter for you. Always unpredictable. Probably why it’s my most favorite time of year. I don’t dance myself, but if that’s how you want to spend your evening, go for it.

I’m Elsa by the way. I don’t think we’ve met.

#c: milo #e: white witch

From the Moment I Met You || Pirate Queen

Will followed her into the next room and sat beside her, moving his arm around her. “You’re right. Jack does himself no favors,” he said, rolling his eyes. It was something he told his best friend many times over, but of course, Jack wasn’t one to listen…especially not to Will. “I can’t say if he’s attractive, because that would be weird, but James is a good guy. We used to be really close friends, actually. I completely trust him with Anya, if that’s what she wants.” He paused for a moment, before adding, “But she’s adventurous. James is safe. Jack is…daring, so I wouldn’t be surprised if it happened.”

As she leaned her head on his shoulder, he smiled, kissing it and resting his own on hers. He knew she hated being around a lot of people, but the ball would be good for her exactly for that reason. Hiding away wouldn’t help her. “Terribly sorry I can’t fix that issue for you, though. You’re the host, love. I can promise you that I’ll be there, if it helps.”

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, wrapped gift. “Still, I hope this makes up for it, at least a little bit. Go on. Open it.”

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“Should I even be considered the host if I’m the host unwillingly against my will, because I don’t think I should be,” Elsa said with a huff. She pulled herself to a sitting position when Will reached inside his pocket. “You didn’t have to.”

She smiled at him and took the gift from his hands. It took her a few seconds to get it open, but when she did, a key fell onto the palm of her hand. Elsa flipped the necklace over when she realized something was engraved on the back of it. My heart belongs to you. “Will...” She fell silent for a moment, what he was implying registering with her. Which was exactly what she never wanted and always told her sister she’d never have. Because she was stubborn and fiercely independent. And then there was the added bonus of her ice powers, but Will understood all of that. So, she figured it was time to get over that.Elsa closed her hand over the key and leaned over to kiss him.

She smiled when she pulled back. Reaching up, she brushed a curl away from his face and asked, teasingly, “But you do realize this means you have to stop locking it away, right?”

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The sight of the young woman was enough for the bright smile to appear on Mary Margaret’s face. “Elsa! Its been ages since I saw you.” She said, returing the hug just as tightly.

“Oh! Thank you sweetheart. You look gorgeous as well.” She complimented looking her friend up and down before frowning. “But you look a little pale. And thin. Have you been pulling all nighters at your job again?” She asked, her voice suddenly stern. “Or have they been overworking you?”

She had been so busy with her duties lately that she hadn’t had the chance of meeting her friend. Any of her friends. Mary Margaret made a mental note of working a little less and giving time to her friends a little more.

#p: mary margaret #e: white witch #ice ball

“Darling, I’m always pale,” she said, smiling. Mary Margaret was always overly protective and very motherly. Not that Elsa minded. It had helped her through a lot over the past few years. “But you know how the Ministry is. That on top of school and running my Dad’s business....yeah, you could say I’m overworked.”

She nodded for Mary Margaret to follow her, handing her a drink. “But how have you been? I’m sure that whole dementor thing had you overworked.”

From the Moment I Met You || Pirate Queen

“Cute? Oh, come on, love. I’m dashing,” he teased, wiping the flour from his nose and passing her the rest of the vegetarian toppings. He had made sure to buy plenty that he knew she could eat. With a smile, he began to help her finish adding the toppings evenly across the pizza. “Anyway, no. Put them on in whatever order you want. I don’t believe there are any pizza specific rules, but don’t quote me on that one,” he shrugged.

“But like I’ve said before, there’s more to Jack than there seems to be. It’s weird. Usually he is kind of a flirt, obviously, but there’s something different about the way he is with Anya. He really likes her. It’s obvious that she’s not just a conquest or something to him, not that I would let him be that way with her, anyway,” he smirked. “But yeah. I’m glad I managed to bribe him enough to get him to stay away for a few hours. I like it being just us too.”

He looked down at the pizza one more time, making sure it was to his satisfaction. Once he was sure that it was, he picked it up and brought it to the oven, placing it inside to bake. “Now, we wait,” he said, walking back over to his girlfriend. “Oh, and for what it’s worth, I don’t consider you my second. By all accounts, you’re my one and only.” He paused and smirked. “Too sappy?”

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“A little sappy,” she said with a smile as he walked over to her. “A few months ago, I would have been completely turned off by the sappiness, but somehow you make it endearingly adorable.” Elsa paused and shook her head, moving her arms around him, “Sorry, my mistake. Dashing.”

She leaned up and kissed his cheek, before walking out of the kitchen to the next room. Elsa sat on the couch and tucked her legs underneath her. “It’s sweet you so readily defend him. Jack, I mean. A lot of people wouldn’t, then again, he’s not really doing himself any favors by acting the way he does.” She moved forward and rested her head on his shoulder, “But I don’t think she dislikes him as much as she says, even though James obviously has a thing for her. Tough decision, really. James is sweet. And attractive..-” She lifted her head and smirked at him, “Sorry, you know what I mean.”

She put her head back on his shoulder, falling silent for a few seconds. “You know what would be the best birthday present? If you could somehow get me out of going to that stupid ball Christmas Eve.”

Wow, that sounds almost like something out of a rom-com.

Hm, perhaps. So who is this British metal worker? Anyone I might know? I’ll just sort those out for you the now, and I’ll definitely try and stop by.

Right? Probably why I fought it so much. So not my thing.

Will Turner. As for the metal working thing, he’s a fencing instructor who apparently loves the beach. But yes, try and stop by. These fancy balls and dinners are not my favorite thing in the world, so it’ll be good to see you.

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“Nothing too fancy, so don’t get your hopes up,” Will laughed and went over to the fridge, starting to take some ingredients out of it. “I basically thought it would be fun to make pizza from scratch. I hope that’s okay with you? Oh, and I have cupcakes for afterward. You can’t have a birthday without cake.”

Coating his hands with flour, he started rolling a ball of dough for the crust, hoping to achieve just the right softness. He wouldn’t tell his girlfriend this, but the reason he picked the dish was because it was one that, in his opinion, isn’t easy to screw up. Like always, he wanted to impress her. After all, it was her birthday. She deserved a good meal made by her boyfriend, and not one that turns his kitchen into a complete disaster.

“I’m glad you’re okay with this, though…with it being just us, I mean. I figured Anna would want to go all out for it, but I know you. I figured you shouldn’t have to fight two people about doing a big party. Plus, it’s more fun this way,” he said, flicking a small amount of flour at her.

“Oh, and getting Jack to get out wasn’t easy at first…until I offered to buy him some rum. I don’t know if that makes me terrible or not, since I practically bribed my best friend,” he shrugged. “But as much of an idiot as he is, he’s not stupid. He knew what I was doing and gladly accepted it.”

He looked over at her and smiled. “Dough is all rolled out. Feel free to top it with whatever your heart desires, love.”

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“You’re cute, you know,” she said with a small smile. She was silently cursing herself for allowing herself to become her sister around him. But he really was adorable, albeit awkward sometimes.

She rolled her eyes when he flicked the flour at her and pushed herself off of the counter to stand beside him. “Ummm, I guess every edible pizza topping that doesn’t come from a dead animal. I know. Eloquent, right?” Elsa turned to face him. “I still stand by what I say. Rum is a horrible drink that turns even the best men into complete pigs. Having said that...” She ran her hand through the flour. “I don’t know if there’s much hope for Jack Sparrow left, considering he stares a Anya like a hawk staring down its prey.”

Reaching up, she wiped the flour on the top of his nose and smirked, “I’m not complaining, though. I’m glad it’s just us.” Elsa held his gaze for a moment, before lowering hers and turning back to the pizza. Reaching for the toppings, she asked, “Mm, but of course he knew what you were doing. I’m sure he’s done this a million and a half times with other girls. Tell me I’m wrong....- does it matter what order I put the toppings in as long as it goes on the pizza?”

She stared at it for a second, before shrugging, “Whatever. But you know he has and Anya is not the kind of girl who will want to be added to a list of Jack Sparrow’s all time conquests. I, on the other hand, am perfectly okay with being your second.” Elsa turned around and smiled up at him, wiping the flour from his face. “Just so long as I stay the first.”

I suppose, it must have been quite scary having random bursts of magic and not having a rational explanation for it. Luckily my Papa’s a wizard so he was able to explain it all to me and my mother.

Oh so you’ve found him already? That’s pretty lucky, but the smells don’t have to match your partner completely. Maybe you just subconsciously like the beach? Hm, I don’t imagine book-reading and tea-drinking will narrow anything down, but I’m not desperate to find them so it’ll happen when it happens.

Uh, yeah. I think so. I wasn’t exactly looking for him, but he sort of ran into me, literally. So, here we are.

Mm, I doubt it though. I’m not a summer person at all. I hate warm weather like most people hate cold, so I still subconsciously hate the beach. Well. not hate it, just not prefer it. Maybe he likes the beach or something.

But I should return the books I checked out last week when I was studying for finals. Maybe I’ll see you sometime this weekend? You should stop by my place after you leave Lottie’s party.

That must have been exciting when you found out then, although if I had been muggleborn and then someone told me I was a witch, I’m not sure how well I would have believed them.

That is quite an odd combination, although I’m sure there are weirder out there. But the smells are meant to be what you find most attractive, maybe it means you’re going to end up with a metal worker from Australia? Because Australians usually celebrate Christmas on the beach, right?

Well, lucky for me - or unlucky, however you want to look at it. I’d already shown some signs of having powers, so getting my letter was a relief.

Oh, that explains why it smelled like burning metal. I just thought I brewed it wrong. So, a metal worker. That’s right. British, though. Not too far from Australian, but doesn’t really explain why I smelled the beach, huh? Funny, because I don’t normally like summer or the beach. Now we just need to find your tea-drinking, book-reading hottie and figure out what that third smell is.

Oh she’s muggle? Probably best to keep it away from her then, she probably wouldn’t be too pleased at finding out what had happened to her.

It would make a lot more sense for it to be done that way, but I don’t think the ministry’s changed the way they do things in quite a while. And Amortentia smells different to each person, like for example I smell books, tea and something else I wasn’t able to identify. What’s it smell like for you?

She is. I’m the only witch in my family, so that was fun being stuck in Elysium as one of very few muggleborns.

Oh, so that’s true then? I always thought that was just something silly everyone would say about love potions. Yours would smell like books and tea. That’s cute though. Come to think of it, I think that’s what mine smelled like. Kind of like a peppermint tea, almost Christmas-y. Which was weird because the other part smelled like the beach and burning metal or fire. it was an odd combo.

Happy Snowman || Elsa & Olaf

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“Yeah, it’s such a nice name.” Olaf settled into the couch as Elsa rewound the movie. He held a cupcake in each hand, ready to eat the second themovie started.It was such a good movie; he wanted to watch it every day. He gasped at the mention of someone new. He liked new people. But no warm hugs? That was sad.

“Well, I’ll try,” he said with a slight tone of disappointment. Then the theme for the movie started and the sadness melted away. Olaf jumped off the couch and ran up to the television so he could watch as the kids rolled up a big ball of snow. He danced when Frosty was completed. A big happy snowman! “Oh! Here comes the hat!” He cheered, looking back to Elsa with a big smile on his face. The kids looked so happy when Frosty came to life to play with them. He wanted to play too. At least he had the little doggy Olaf to play with. Doggy Olaf was fun. But he couldn’t talk and give warm hugs like kids.

Warm hugs! That’s right… He wouldn’t be allowed to hug this new person. But Elsa sad he’d like him! And Olaf liked to hug things he liked. That made him sad again as he walked back to the couch and climbed up on it as best as he could with his short snowy legs. “I promise…no hugs.” He said before finishing his last cupcake.

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Elsa was fairly certain she knew every line of this movie backwards and forwards because, coincidentally, it had been her favorite movie when she was little too. She looked over at Olaf and realized for the first time that while her powers were connected to her subconscious and emotions, that didn’t mean it was all bad. Olaf came from the part of her that longed for things to go back the way they were before Anna’s accident. He came from the childlike, not-so-prim-and-proper part of her. She built him with such control over her powers it made her think that maybe - maybe- she could gain complete control over them once again.

She gave him a small smile and tucked her legs beneath her. Would everyone freak out upon seeing him? Would it really be that weird at for a primarily wizarding community to see a talking, walking snowman? Maybe not.

“Olaf?” She glanced over at him, picking up his puppy counterpart and placing him on her lap. “After you meet Will...I’ll let you come to the ball. But you have to promise me that you’ll be on your best behavior and stay where I can see you at all times, okay? And you can’t tell anyone that I made you.” Elsa smiled at him, knowing that command fell on deaf ears and Olaf would more than likely get into something at the ball, but whatever. it was Christmas, after all.

Elsa looked down at the Maltese puppy in her lap. She and Anna had named him after the snowman they created as a child. But now that that snowman sat to her right, they might need to come up with a new name. “We should rename him, don’t you think?” She looked at Olaf, “What should we name him?”

From the Moment I Met You || Pirate Queen

“Not in the least, love,” he smiled and led her outside, dropping her hand and moving his arm around her waist instead. “But I figured you’d probably prefer a quiet time in, just the two of us, instead of a big party or something. Don’t get me wrong, I thought about it for a split second, but I realized that I would rather it just be us. So, we’re going to my place for lunch. Before you ask, yes, I cooked something vegetarian, especially for you.”

He also made sure that Jack would be out of the apartment before he brought in his girlfriend, bribing him to stay out of their place for a few hours with the promise of a bottle of rum. It worked.

Will led Elsa to his car and opened the door for her, just as he had many times before. Once she was inside, he joined her in the driver’s seat and started down the road toward Port Royal. It was going to be the first time she was at his place. He hoped the entire previous night he had spent cleaning had made it at least somewhat presentable.

“You look beautiful, by the way. Like always,” Will said with a smirk, glancing over at her as he parked the car in front of the apartment building. “So. Feel any different? Older? I’m guessing not, but you never know.”

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“Thank you for being okay with me not wanting to make a huge deal out of my birthday. Anna was so upset I wouldn’t let her go all out like I did for hers,” she said, looking out the window as they drove. “Maybe next year I’ll let her, but not now.” She tore her eyes from the window and looked at Will, smiling, “But I’m glad one of us can cook, otherwise we’d be in a lot of trouble.”

She reached over and took his hand in hers when they parked in front of his apartment. “Mm, not older. The same as I did yesterday. But I will tell you that this birthday is already better than last year’s. So, you’re doing well, Turner.”

Elsa smiled and leaned over to kiss his cheek. Will got out of the car and walked around the car to open the door. She got out and wrapped both of her arms around one of his, following him to the steps of his apartment. “So, you managed to get Jack out of the apartment for an entire day? I’m stunned.”

She waited for Will, resting her head on his shoulder as he fiddled with the keys. Elsa smiled and kissed his cheek, taking a step back so he could open the door. Some people might have been surprised to see that the apartment Jack Sparrow lived in was actually decorated and stylish, but Elsa wasn’t. Honestly, if he wasn’t such a womanizer and obsessed with one of her best friends, she would be a little worried about him. but she knew better.

“Really, though,” she said when Will turned to face her after shutting the door behind them. “Thank you for not making a huge deal about it. I know my friends and my family wanted to but...” Elsa shrugged and leaned against the counter. Truthfully, Will’s suggestion about possibly being able to communicate with her parents had been weighing heavily on her mind for the past few days.

She shook that thought away and boosted herself onto the counter, “Anyway, I’d rather it just be me and you today. I told Anna her and Kris can take me out to dinner or something later, but I wanted it to just be us.” Elsa smiled at him as he prepared their lunch. “So, what’s on the menu, then? Or is it a surprise.”

Well thank you, but I still think you would have been fine.

Is your sister likely to drink potions lying around? Hopefully she won’t touch it before you can take it to the ministry, or if she does that the first person she sees is someone decent. At least until an antidote can be made for her.

It is quite strange, they really should consider teaching it.

Well, she is the hopeless romantic type. But she’s not a witch, so I’m thinking she’d probably think it was juice and drink it without knowing. Actually, that sounds just like my sister. I probably need to take it to the Ministry today.

But yeah, you think they’d make you brew the antidote before the potion. It’d make a little more sense before it got out of hand. It’s certainly a weird smelling potion, that’s for sure. I don’t see how anyone could drink it.

#p: will #from the moment i met you #pirate queen #e: birthday #//BECAUSE WE SKIPPED HER BIRTHDAY #//timeturner back in time #//lol time turner

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She might have gotten Anna to disregard the party thing, but she had a feeling she wasn’t going to be completely let off the hook. Elsa just didn’t need that on top of the ball that was in just a few days. Her stress level was already high without the added bonus of a surprise party. Her nerves were shot. Still, she had yet to freeze Arendelle, so she figured twenty-two was off to a good start, so long as Kristoff didn’t call her singing the Taylor Swift song.

Elsa walked down the stairs when she heard the knock at the door. She didn’t see Will being the type to go against her wishes and throw her some ridiculous party, so for that she was thankful. Elsa glanced in the mirror and fixed her curls, before turning to open the door.

“Hi,” she said, smiling when she saw him.

Elsa leaned up on her toes and kissed him, “Really, we don’t have to make a big deal out of this. I promise. I’m totally okay with not making a big deal out of this even though I can tell by the look on your face you’re totally going to make a big deal out of this regardless of what I say.” She pouted, taking both of his hands and giving them a squeeze. “Let me get my purse and we can go.”

She walked down the hall and grabbed her purse, before meeting him at the front door. As they made their way down the steps, Elsa looked at Will with a look of feigned surprise. “No horse drawn carriage? My name’s not written in fireworks, shooting across the sky? Are you losing your touch, Turner?” She smiled, lacing her fingers with his, “I’m kidding.”

Happy Snowman || Elsa & Olaf

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“Oh, yeah.” He said, pausing at the fireplace. He forgot they talked about ornaments and presents. He loved the idea of presents. Getting things for being good? He could do that. He hoped some were for him. He had been very good since Elsa brought him home.

“Cupcakes?!” He liked cupcakes better than cake - but not better than ice cream cake. That was still his favorite. And the movie. He wished he could play with kids like Frosty. But Elsa was right. Most people weren’t used to seeing a talking snowman. But why was there a movie about it? Even if he couldn’t join, he liked the watch the kids play outside. They always looked so happy. “You know, I wouldn’t have named him Frosty.” Olaf said, wobbling beside Elsa. “He looks more like a Henry. Oh! Or a William!” He always liked the name William.

Olaf waited patiently by the counter for his cupcakes, wondering if there was anybody who didn’t like them. That would just be crazy; they’re delicious! And little and cute and - oh! These ones had little reindeer on them! He reached up and took the cupcake, bringing it close to his face so he could get a better look at it before he ate it. It was so pretty. He hoped it would be as good as it looked. But he had to wait until the movie started. “Come on! Let’s go, let’s go!” He said, trotting off to the closest television.

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“Mm.” Elsa smiled and went to fetch the cupcakes. She realized she probably shouldn’t have let him get so addicted to Frosty - which it was far too late for that considering they had watched it at least 87 times since Thanksgiving - because now he wondered why he couldn’t do the same. To be honest, he probably could. Besides, the magical world had seen weirder things, right?

“Red frosting is vanilla, green is chocolate. Take your pick or try both,” she said, but before she could say much else, he’d already eaten it. “Well, okay, then.” She allowed herself to be pulled to the next room, Olaf eagerly waiting for her to turn on the television. Elsa grabbed the remote. All she had to do was hit rewind and play because that silly cartoon had been on constantly for the past month. She said a silent a promise to herself that it was going to be deleted from the DVR come January 1st.

“William?” Elsa shook her head and smiled. “That’s an interesting name for a snowman. I would have said...-” Elsa stopped mid-sentence. William. She groaned and glanced at the clock, knowing he’d be here in a few hours. “Um, okay. Olaf...” She turned to face him. “I have to introduce you to someone tonight and you’ll probably like him because you already like his name.” Elsa reached over and wiped the frosting off of his nose. She wasn’t sure what was weirder. The fact that there was a talking snowman sitting on her couch or the fact that she was acting motherly towards said talking snowman.

“But, Olaf, you cannot...you can’t just run up and hug him, okay? I need to sort of..explain things first. But he’s really important to me, so I think it’s time for you to meet him.” Elsa turned to look at him, “But please promise me that you won’t startle him? Promise me, Olaf.”

Happy Snowman || Elsa & Olaf

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As much as Olaf had enjoyed the snow in the ballroom, the cake was by far his favorite thing so far. It was an ice cream cake. His favorite. And is was so pretty. He just had to try it. He paused, about to take another bite when Elsa walked into the room. Olaf looked at the piece of cake in his hand, then to the rest of it sitting on the table. “It’s for the party…” he mumbled, placing the cake he was going to eat back in the dent it had come from.

“Oh, I walked.” He answered and climbed off the chair. He walked back into the other room to play in the snow. He was a little sad it didn’t fall to the ground though. He wanted to make snow angels. Oh well. running in the indoor snow would be okay, too. “What’s all this for?” He asked, pointing to some of the decorations as he chased some of the snow. Elsa had seemed very concerned with how the room looked. But why? It looked fine, normally. Why did she need all this stuff? But he liked it. It looked nice. The colors were bright and the round things on the tree were shiny. He liked the shiny things. And the lights - he couldn’t forget the lights. Ooh, but what were those under the tree? He liked those. “What are those for?”

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Elsa watched, horrified, as Olaf made his way into the ballroom. Thankfully, most of the hotel workers had cleared out. Especially considering half of them weren’t magic. For the ones that hadn’t, Elsa politely excused them before they could see the walking - and talking - snowman.

“Ornaments, darling. They’re ornaments. But don’t...” Elsa pulled the one Olaf had plucked from the tree out of his curious hand, lest it shatter - could he even get cut from it if it did? “And those are presents. Remember? We talked about Christmas when you asked me last night.” And the night before. And the night before that. Elsa noticed Olaf looking a little droopy, thanks to the fireplace, and waved her hand in front of him, giving him a little more snow.

She created his own personal flurry above him. “Come on. You can test one of the cupcakes and we can watch Frosty.” For the millionth and a half time, but who was counting at this point? She tapped him gently on the nose and smiled, taking one of his hands in hers as she lead him back to the kitchen. “But you really need to be careful, you know that. Some people aren’t used to seeing a talking snowman walk around town.”

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Mary Margaret smiled as she looked around at the decorations. Everything looked so magical and festive. Then again this was a Wizard Ball so there had to be some touches of magic here and there. Like the falling snow inside the hall where the party was. Gathering her skirts delicately in her hand, the young Witch stepped into the room, allowing one of the attendants to take her cloak, while quietly slipping her wand out of her cloak pocket. So absorbed was the brunette in her surroundings that she did not notice as she nearly walked into someone, until she collided with the lightly. “Oh! I’m so sorry! Are you alright?”