De Camino et Virtus Bellorum

Once they showed up Stan made an effort not to look at Stitch at all, since that would draw Elsa's attention to him.

Elsa, for her part, waited for Merlin to bein training her.

Stitch silently moved to a dark corner of the roof and watched from there, hoping nobody noticed him.

Merlin sat down "I know very little of your power. So sit down, tell me your story, of how you got your power and what you have done with them"

That...was not what she'd been expecting. "I don't know how I got my powers - I was born with them. And...well, you saw the castle I built, and the Jotun."

Stitch flinched in surprise when Cold Girl said she made a castle but had no idea what Jotun were at all. He then remembered hearing her say she was born with her powers before he looked at his hand. Even though he was created in a lab he too was 'born' with his powers and they set him apart from others. It took all his self restraint not to sigh in sympathy for Cold Girl.

"The jotun, an amazing creature. You see the scale of your powers, you have done something that magic users centuries to master, you made life"

"You mean," Elsa hesitated before continuing. "...there are others like me? Besides you and Hercules?"

"As far as I know there is only one. All other great magic users are long gone"

Stitch almost fell after hearing that tidbit of information.

"Who?" Elsa wanted to know.

Stitch smirked, having a good guess who it was.

"Maleficent"

The way Merlin said that name, Elsa felt like she should know who it was. She didn't. "I don't recognize that name."

"She is a dark mage. One of the most powerful in the history of magic, she rivals even Morgana Lefey's power. She was defeated by a brave knight, but make no mistake she is still on this earth"

Stitch was confused with that little piece of info but he shrugged it off and continued to watch the training.

Elsa was silent. The way Merlin was saying all this, he apparently expected her to fight this Maleficent woman. That was not something she had any particular interest in doing - she'd accepted his offer to learn how to control her powers.

"If it comes to it, I can deal with Maleficent. You have to work on control. Now, you had many sculptures in your room. Make one here, it doesn't have to be of anything"

Stitch raised an eyebrow when he heard bout Cold Girl's sculptures and wondered what she would create. Unknown to Stitch, his palms started to get sweaty as well as his feet and it wouldn't be long before he fell.

Elsa held up a hand towards a spot in between the two magic-users. A flurry of snowflakes and blue-white motes of magical power shot forth and swirled around the spot she had chosen, guided apparently by motions she made with her hands. Inside the miniature snowstorm, a form of ice began to take shape, rapidly growing into a four-foot high scale model of the Arc de Triomphe in Paris in exquisite detail.

"Wow." Stitch whispered before one of his hands slipped, throwing him off balance. Then one after another, Stitche's hold on the wall was no more and he fell. his landing was a loud 'SMACK'! For those who looked, they saw he poor creature face down on the floor and it looked like a REALLY painful landing. "Ow." Stitch groaned before slowly standing up and dusted himself off. He turned to look at his hiding place with a frown. "What happened?"

"Ah its about time we made introductions. Elsa this is Stitch, he's not from around here"

When Stitch heard his name, he tour towards the speaker.

"You already know Stitch, Old Man." Stitch said in a friendly tone, forgetting about Cold Girl all together. Stitch walks over to Merlin and finally noticed the girl near him. "This Cold Girl? She alright."

Elsa, who had gasped in shock and fright when Stitch had appeared from nowhere, took a moment to respond. "...A pleasure to meet you...Stitch?"

Stan, over to one side, facepalmed. That stupid gremlin...

Elsa continued, "I don't suppose Stitch is magical in origin as well?"

Stitch chuckled lightly before he looked at her.

"Stitch was made. Stitch experiment." He said as he looked at the sculpture. "You have beautiful power. Stitch jealous." The little creature said with an amazed smile.

"...Thank you." Elsa said after a moment, still waiting for Merlin to answer her.