Jafar's World

Year 2

Jafar was assigned to start teaching Jasmine basic knowledge and language. It was another job that would take more of his time, but it was one he happily accepted. She really was just too adorable. Whenever she finished her work or performed well on a test, Jafar couldn't help but squeeze her cheeks or muss up her growing hair.

Still, he didn't let his feelings intensify beyond a simple fondness. There was far too much at stake to risk becoming a pedophile. He was so paranoid of a hidden inner fetish that he started each day by pointing to himself in the bathroom and declaring, "you will not become a minecraft youtuber."

On a purely education level, Jasmine was a genius. Barely at the age of 2, she was already grasping complex ideas and stringing together words into sentences. Under his guidance, he would make sure she would prosper. The more successful he was, the more grateful the royal family would feel towards him.

In the middle of the year, the leaders of Arendelle visited with their 5 and 8 year old daughters, respectively. Jafar approved of this interaction. He thought it was a good idea to get the next generation of rulers introduced to each other early on.

To his relief, Jasmine got along with them well. They acted as the sisters she never had, playing with her and regaling her with stories of their homeland.

It was amusing to watch Jasmine's chocolate brown eyes light up in wonder and see her gasp, mouth agape, as she learned of a land that was somehow not hot and dry all year long. The idea of snow itself was a foreign concept to her. Smiling at their antics, Jafar inwardly promised to bring her around the world once she grew older— as a learning experience if not a fun vacation.

He was also surprised by the number of scholars that visited along with the royal family. He occasionally published his alchemical and magical findings, but didn't realize exactly how famous he was. To them, he was 'Jafar the All-Knowing' or 'Jafar, Master of Elements.' Some highly prestigious academies from Arendelle had even invited their top students to the trip as a way of expanding their learnings.

After the initial greetings, he was bombarded with questions by the scholars. It was tiring after a while, but he felt somewhat rewarded for his efforts in growing his repertoire. The previous Jafar would have probably brushed them off with a glare, but he found no reason not to share his knowledge. Especially with the incoming loss of their two rulers, Arendelle would be in no shape to use his knowledge against the Agrabah. Meanwhile, he would gain renown and respect throughout the kingdoms.

Afterwards, he personally met Princess Elsa and Princess Anna. Apparently, part of the main reason for the royal family's visit, apart from strengthening diplomatic ties, was Jafar himself. With his knowledge he could guess the reason behind it, but they took many precautions to create a secret meeting only known to them, the Sultan, the Sultana, and of course himself.

In the middle of the night, while Anna and Jasmine were fast asleep, he led the worried couple, their eldest daughter, and the rulers of the Agrabah to a private, isolated room. Just to keep them assured, Jafar used some of his magic to make it difficult for sound to leave the chamber.

Only then did the Arendelle royal couple reveal the secret that Jafar already knew: Elsa's magic powers.

"We're worried… She's already had a terrible accident and feels guilty enough. If there's anything we can do to get rid of these powers, we're willing to try anything," Iduna confessed.

They explained how they had tried many things, even erased Anna's memories, but the best solution they currently had was simply to hide her powers. It wasn't a permanent, long-term option. Eventually, something would happen, and they wanted to help Elsa before it could become too large of a problem to handle.

"Compensation isn't an issue," Agnarr added, his tone filled with desperation.

Jafar waved off the unnecessary concerns.

"Compensation was never on the table to begin with," he assured, sprouting words that the original Jafar would absolutely abhor. "We're allies. Making sure there's a healthy heiress before the crown will mutually benefit us."

At his words, Iduna almost broke out crying. She held a slender hand up to her mouth, eyes moist and lips quivering.

"Th-thank you," she gratefully whispered.

"You have nothing to thank for now," Jafar calmly said. "It would be rather embarrassing for me if you shower me with all this praise and it turns out that I couldn't do a single thing to help your daughter."

"Still!" she assured him. "I must thank you. Please, if there's anything you need, come talk to us directly."

Agnarr led his wife back to their guest chambers with a nod of thanks, and the two leaders of the Agrabah also left after bidding Jafar good luck. From there, it was just him and Elsa left awkwardly in a room far too large for only two people.

He could see her initial hesitations as well as a hint of suspicion. It wasn't a surprise to him, and if anything, it gave Jafar some comfort to know that the 8 year old was mature enough to refrain from wholeheartedly trusting a stranger, even if her parents trusted him.

Thankfully, he had prepared for this situation. He had a lot of time to spare once he was off duty, so Jafar used them to prepare for the many hypothetical situations. Most of the time, he considered the domestic issues involving his own storyline. However, the Huns' inevitable invasion, solving Elsa's magic, and saving Rapunzel were all situations that ran through his mind more than a few times. Therefore, he wasn't completely helpless with the situation and had some decent preparation.

Firstly, he knew that completely erasing her powers was a stupid idea. Not only did he not know if it was even possible, but doing so would also erase her storyline. Nothing he knew of her plot would occur. More importantly, erasing her powers would rob the Agrabah of a potential badass, ice-shooting ally. This was an issue with helping any of the other kingdoms as well. Doing anything to disturb the original story would cause unimaginable ripples through the timeline, making his foreknowledge useless.

Luckily, he had a lot of time. The royal family was not in a hurry to leave.

"So… Elsa," he started the conversation. "How are you feeling?"

He cringed as the words left his mouth.

'What am I, a psychiatrist? A pediatrician? I mean… I kinda guess so? A magic, voodoo healing shaman is more accurate, but 'doctor' is apt.'

"I'm okay," she quietly responded.

"Really? Not cold or anything? You don't have to hide anything, princess. The desert night can be quite frigid."

He wore his usually thick layers and was used to the Agrabah's changing temperatures, but he wasn't sure if an 8 year old felt the same way. And then remembered this was Elsa.

"Really," she said. "The cold never bothered me anyway."

Jafar blinked at the iconic line being so casually sprouted from her delicate mouth. It felt wrong not having some kind of twinkling, enthusiastic music accompanying her words.

"Okay then. Why don't we have a seat? I know it must be difficult staying up so late, but we'll adjust our meeting times later to account for your sleep. Such a young princess needs adequate hours of rest, after all."

He gestured towards two exotically crafted chairs that each had a plush cushion for a more comfortable seating session.

"Mm."

With a hum of agreement, the future ruler of Arendelle walked over and, with a little bit of difficulty, hopped on the chair in an absolutely adorable manner. He would have paused to control his expression had he not experienced such cuteness in his hours with Jasmine.

His first attempt was trying to do the same as the movies. If disguising and hiding her powers only made her feel worse, then perhaps letting it free would work. His memory was a little hazy, and he wasn't sure if her gain of control was due to making up with her sister or another factor. Nevertheless, he was sure having someone to look after her who knew her powers and wasn't scared witless would help to some degree.

Tink

Jafar rummaged around in his pockets before pulling out a strange orb he had prepared beforehand.

"Here, try pouring your magic into this," he instructed Elsa.

This orb was the result of many nights of alchemical ingenuity, costing more than just a few pieces of gold for the final product. He imported many different materials from various nations. Essentially, it was a durable ball that absorbed all kinds of elemental magic.

The princess tilted her head in curiosity at the unfamiliar object.

"It's a nifty invention that I crafted in my spare time. Try it. I assure you that the worst you can do is make this room a few degrees colder."

Elsa still had a look of hesitation in her bright blue eyes.

"I… don't know. Are you really, really sure?"

Jafar's eyes softened. He could see her scars from having her powers turned into fuel for her nightmares. This was the very source of her precious sister's injury. Anna could have even died that night.

"I can't do this on my own, princess. As scary as it is, you'll have to try your hardest too. But if you do, I promise that it'll get better."

She shivered a little, and he was sure it had nothing to do with the temperature. Her eyes quivered and her slender legs kicked back and forth in a nervous pattern.

"You… you promise?"

With a little smile, he offered his pinkie with his open hand. In this frightened little girl, he could hardly find the similarities with the frigid ice queen who dominated all those who stood before her.

"I promise."

Elsa paused for just another moment before her shining eyes flooded with determination. She reached out and locked her own little pinkie with his.

"Okay. I'll do it."

He grinned.

'Good. Now for the experiment…'

Jafar now held the orb with both hands and held it delicately in front of Elsa. Despite his excitement at success with connecting with the princess, a wrong move would end up with an amputated limb or worse. Frostbite was no joke.

Now… How stable would the first experiment be? Well, no better than the present to find out. At worst, he would be able to use it as a bomb. He had layers of protection wards in case he turned out that his alchemy skills were lacking or Elsa's powers were stronger than he expected.

With a nervous glance, Elsa asked him in a concerned tone, "Ho-how should I start? I don't know if I can control the output."

Jafar chuckled, lightly patting her mop of white-blonde hair. Although he initially thought he was close enough now to do at least this much, the Royal Vizier quickly wondered if he was intruding her physical boundaries much too quickly.

'She's just a kid,' he assured both himself and his crotch. 'You're not the past Jafar. You're not a horndog who gets his rod up towards minors. This is a perfectly acceptable, friendly amount of physical affection between a doctor and a patient.'

Meanwhile, his mouth sprouted something completely different to distract Elsa from the weird look in his eyes.

"That's the point. You've spent too much of your life trying to control everything. It's about time you let things go, no? Come on, princess. Let it go."

He once again cringed at his words, but they weren't wrong. She really needed to let things go.

Elsa took one last glance at him, then back to the orb. With a heavy swallow, the princess placed both her soft hands on his ball.

Then, Jafar's vision turned white.