AN: I swear I came up with this one the drop of a dime, I don't know where this came from or why I decided to write this but here we go. Do welcome to my new story The Wonderful Destruction of Anna Anderson's World.

Disclaimer: I don't own Disney or Frozen

Warning: There's a big fat G!P coming your way ElsaxAnna

"God why does it always have to rain in this fucking city?" Shaking the excess water out of my boots, instantly my shirt met the same result as my wet socks. Taking in a drag of my cigarette, I watched as a small group of trolls scurried by as they held their noses in contempt for the smell of my tobacco.

"You know, you really should cut down on the smoking." My ears perked to the sound of my childhood friend Kristoff Bjorgman; smiling I flicked the rest of the bud into the wet streets. "You're really one to talk about a habit, how's that ice obsession going for ya?"

"I don't have an obsession and since when is ice-art a bad thing?"

"Since the government made it a sport for Warlocks and the freakish creatures that come with them." Walking into the building as the tall man followed, automatically he picked up on my comment, "Really Anna; that again?"

"What..."

"You're doing it again."

"I'm doing what?"

"You know denial and racism, is really bad for business," Kristoff warned despite my building annoyance. "I'm not racist and I'm not in denial. Really Kristoff, just because I don't share the worlds sentiments with those freaks of nature doesn't mean I'm a racist. Besides theirs more killing this business than my political viewpoints."

"I should certainly hope not, I mean you did open a private investigator business right in the heart of Arendelle." Snorting I took my desk kicking my chair back watching as the rain poured; hearing thunder, I wondered how and when the world got itself into a big damn hurry.

The great migration, at least that's what we were taught in school. No one knew where they came from and no one knew how they arrived, but they were here. Creatures from fantasy and myth roaming the earth in a request to live with humans. From Trolls to Spirits, Ghouls, Centaurs, Unicorns and many other freakish monstrosities; the Grim-More was what we called them. Creatures so grim only a story could tell them, and only more could emerge from the depths of nowhere and everywhere.

Whatever the case, they flocked like moths to a flame when it came to our world; causing the fear of humanity to bare their fangs as we went to war with them. The War of Eden, a battle my great grandfather fought and died in; the errand that would create fools of humanity insinuating mankind's biggest mistake. It was from that moment, that they showed.

No one knew who they were, and no one knew what they were; as science couldn't explain as they were left with the same mystery that had been discovered in their DNA. They were called the missing-link; a new breed of evolution, or an old link left from the gods or a world humanity simply forgot. Smarter, stronger, resistant and quicker, they were like nothing anyone had ever seen. Folklore from the old days called them mages, witches, sorceresses, but humanity knew better. To simply put they were devils, who fed their potions, spells, and soul-trees the blood of their enemies. After a ten-year war and many failed attempts of control; both sides saw to a truce. Calling to set stone to the peace, a great city of rot and splendor was built.

Arendelle, humanities attempt at kissing ass when it came to the Warlocks. A city within a city where humans and Grim-More lived in harmony and peace; but I knew better. It was just like any other city; under it's technological marvel of floating train-carts and futuristic buildings of dwarven craftsman ship, it was rotten under the core. Even with freedom to live among us humans, still the underlining of corruption flourished and grew into a cancerous mold. From local authorities being understaffed when it came to Grim-More refugees and from corruption coming from the authorities itself; all Arendelle looked like a powder-keg ready to blow. That was until last year, when they came again.

Warlocks, the noble leaders and saviors to the Grim-More when it came to the War of Eden. From day one they ruled, as the city of Arendelle flipped in and on itself at their arrival. Clarity and order was what they called it; but in a time much more older than humanity itself, they were much more known for their cleansing of other races. Cleaning the corruption from the streets within a year; they came in with a uniformed silence, as they built their schools and communities within the city all without spilling a drop of blood.

The Warlocks were freaks of nature and even the other Grim-More knew it; whispers within the cracks of the slums within the city spoke of it. Many would say they were a cursed abomination of a bond between the Gods and human women; others claimed them as walking gods themselves. Stories, lies, and mysteries danced around the Warlocks; but mankind knew better as they called them products of the devil, but I called them a pain in my ass.

Hearing the phone ring I picked up, "Anderson's Answers, how may I help you?"

"You got my money kid or what?" Rolling my eyes, I was back at it again as I noticed the voice on the other side of the line.

"Olaf isn't here Marshmallow, I got him running an errand."

"The fucking name is Marshal. You tell that punk to get his scrawny ass in gear and get my dough, else I'm going to kick his ass from hell and back got that?"

"What the fuck, do I look like his secretary?"

"Nope, but you got a sweet ass like one."

"Fuck you!" Hanging up with a slam, I watched as Kristoff dug into last-nights take-out. With a mouth full of noodles and chopsticks he spoke his eyes curious, "Let me guess Marshmallow again? How much does that asshole of a little brother of mine owe this time?"

"Must be enough for Marsh to call here," I commented gathering my hooded-leather jacket. "Where are you going?"

"I'm going to find your little brother; god knows I don't want to kick Marshmallows ass again. Then again, I don't need him trashing up the place since we all live here now."

"You gonna try the race track?"

"In this weather hell no; also remember he was kicked out of the indoor races last year. If he's anywhere, it's going to be at Mushu's."

"Makes sense, but you sure Mulan's gonna let you in? You did bust one of her men last year; I mean the Nephilim took him and no ones seen him since."

"They were peddling fake spells, it was business. You know it and even Mulan knows it; we got the assignment and it was good money, case closed."

"Still just be careful, I mean she does own a fucking underground criminal organization. I heard she's not in the best moods these days; since there's a turf war with Marshmallow's gang and hers and all."

"No need for sympathy now my good friend, god knows the fucking Warlocks have none since they're bleeding us dry."

"Whatever, you're seriously going to go out there; I thought you hate the rain?" Opening the door heading outside to the rain filled streets, the cold from my wet socks came once more.

"I do but getting outta here is better than waiting on a fucking call or waiting to go out of business. Keep your phone on in case I run into trouble."

"Good luck..."

"Seriously Kristoff I mean it! Keep your damn phone on, you nearly got us killed last time."

"Yea…Yea…"

Arriving at my destination, it wasn't hard to tell where I was within the city; the smell of rain and the pungent smells of garbage and fish had guaranteed as much. The streets were still as busier than ever; even within the rain as more water-nymphs came and went, they thrived on the weather and the prices their merchants had to offer. Small lines formed in stalls where venders served, along with others who window shopped.

Getting out of my car, it didn't take long for some to notice me. From the suspiciousness of the vendors to some of the glares from customers, eyes seemed to be on me. With some even packing up and leaving their stalls, others stayed continuing business.

Finding my destination, I stopped in front of a stall as it was connected to a building. With the only stall being empty, I knew it was more than just a slow day for the small fish market. Observing as the large Centaur served the stall; like many Centaur he was just as fierce and intimidating as the next Grim-More. For a small space his large body moved within the tiny confines of the stall, as naturally as any human would.

Heavily swinging down his cleaver to chop, his blade came down and roared like thunder. Without looking; the large muscular apron-wearing man slid another large fish to the chopping block, automatically starting the process again. "Whatever you're looking for Anderson, we don't got it and whatever you think we did we didn't do it."

"Cut the bullshit Sinclair, is Olaf in there?" His four-legs turned as he leaned over the register with large cleaver in hand; watching his long horses tail flick the oncoming fly's away he glared.

"I said fuck off."

I stared at him for a moment glancing at his hardened features, I knew this wasn't going to be easy. Everything about a Centaur spelled danger, from his strong muscular jaw to his stupid goatee that hung long and braided from his chin. His long black hair was neatly folded under his hair-net making me want to rip out my own due to his stubbornness. His bronzed skin smelled of oils and lavender despite the conditions he worked in, making me question my very own grooming routine. Glaring into his crimson-fires he called eyes, he stared at me as if I were a maggot.

"Look I'm just fucking looking for Olaf, I'm not here on a job." Taking his cleaver, he pointed it at my chest pushing me back, "Bullshit Anderson, Mulan lost a shit load of money thanks to your last job."

"Hey that was business, besides your fucking lucky I stopped the operation; better me than the Nephilim or the police."

"I'd rather take the Nephilim than your human police, you fucking humans don't have any decency when it comes to our kind."

"Well it's your kind that makes kids like Olaf drop out of High-school; that and the fact that your kind is building all these fucking magic academy's and guilds all over the place. Hell, can't humans get a decent education in this rotten city anymore?"

"Arendelle wasn't built for your kind, it never was." The small silence of rain rested as the horseman pulled back returning to his task, noticing a small tablet with a security camera feed, I noticed the gambling tables as everyone filled at least one.

"If you're looking for your boy; he's in the back and about to get in a whole mess of trouble with our guy named Fish. Anderson; I don't know what shit your guy is pulling, but if you don't get your ass in there and get him out before Mulan shows up, I'm going to be chopping more than our friends of the sea."

"Well now, turns out you're not a piece of crap after all Sinclair," I smirked as the horsemen did not find my joke amusing.

"If you get caught, I'm washing my fucking hands clean. Seven knocks this time." Taking his hand; he reached under the table pressing a buzzer, his red-inked eyes shifted to the empty dark alley to the left of me. Taking out a twenty I slid it into the tip jar speaking up, "Thanks Sinclair..."

Walking within the alley the smell lightened to the familiar scent of cigarettes and alcohol, until I arrived at the seven-foot tall metal door. Knocking seven times, I didn't wait long. Nearly falling back at the swinging door; I lost my balance as a tall slender black-haired man was thrown into me, landing us both in the trash. Straightening my vision, a short pony-tailed antler headed man's green eyes glared at us, before throwing a medium sized metal suitcase in the familiar face that I knew.

"Make sure you keep his ass outta here Anderson! You got that!"

"Screw you Yao! When I'm rolling in it, you're going to be sorry!" The loud creaking slam of the metal door eased the tension; making me more than happy that I didn't have to face Yao's more than usual piss-poor moods. Getting up, I brushed myself off leaving the skinny kid to linger in the trash before speaking, "Wow, this makes the third place you've been thrown out of."

"Great, your gonna give me shit too?"

"Yeah, considering it's a miracle that you're not at the horse races spending all of our food money. You do know we're fucking sleeping under our desks night after night in our own office, right?" Getting up he brushed himself off picking up the medium sized suitcase. Under his messy black-hair he pulled his brown-leather jacket close to his face before walking ahead of me to the outside streets. "Don't tell me Kristoff sent you? What a fucking day." Quickly catching up, we were on the move as we headed to my car as my patience was running thin. "Just so you know Kristoff didn't send me, I'm here to get your fucking ass because Marshal called. So, sorry Olaf we're not here for another one of your goddamned episodes. That and I'm not fighting or getting my ass kicked by a fucking Yeti," I shouted getting in the car with Olaf following.

"Tell him I'll have his money by the end of the week."

"Are you fucking serious, you think Marshmallow is going to wait on his fucking money? I don't know about you, but we can't bail your ass out, business is slow enough as it is."

"Don't you think I know that shit! Look, I'll call him when we get to the office." Watching the slender frame hug the metal suitcase as I started the engine, I paid no attention as my phone rung. Instantly picking up it was Kristoff as he spoke, "Hey Anna…"

"Hey, why are you sounding like a nervous idiot?"

"It's no big deal, you know when you told me to leave my phone on before you left?"

"Yeah…"

"Well it's a good thing you did, because Marshal and his guys are here." Turning to glare at Olaf, in a flash I was on the road.

AN: I hope you guys enjoy it.