Waking up is often supposed to be a peaceful trial, but when the first thing you see after opening your eyes is a spotless mirror, confusion sets in. Once you realize your arms and legs can't be moved, that they are trapped, confusion fades and panic rises. Next to that something turns your stomach and bile enters the back of your throat.

The room is unbearably hot, you conclude, too hot for your liking. And you are trapped to what seems like a metal plate. Control panels, air vents and pale walls make up the rest of the room.

While the panic hasn't subsidized, you've long stopped thrashing. Considering whatever holds you down did not let you escape the first few times. Rational thought, that is what you need. Where is the door, what is behind that door, and how will you get out.

You turn your head as far as you can see to both sides of the metal plate, swallowing back more bile as you realize that there's no door in hind sight. Shit, you think once your eyes see what you have trapped. Chains and iron gauntlets keep to the plate, you start thrashing once more, like it will budge now…

A beeping sound makes it to your ears, has that been there all along? You look around for any clues and find yourself staring at the mirror wall. The hair on the back of your neck rise, because it feels like someone or perhaps something is watching you. The beeping sound, you quickly note, is coming from one of the control panels. And it is your own heart rate.

You grunt, even the sound of my heart beat is disgustingly annoying. Several things are diagnosed, you are trapped somewhere, you are being observed by panels and possibly a presence behind the mirror wall, plus the fact that you haven't said anything, nor screamed for help. Who would come and save your ass, you always saved your own by freezing the enemy.

"That's it!'' You yell, it comes out more like a hoarse whisper, but at least you still have your voice, and your ice powers. But with your quick breathing, thrashing and panic, you'll have to calm down first in order to concentrate. So you do, starting with controlling your breathing. You inhale deeply through the now, hold it for a few seconds before exhaling all the oxygen out of your lungs – then repeat. Closing your eyes as you hear the beeping of your heart monitor losing its fast pace. You decide that relaxing your muscles won't help, because you are strapped vertical to the damn plate. And you do not wish to find out how comfortable hanging in the straps will be.

As you concentrate on creating ice gloves to break the gauntlets you realize two things. Something really wants to keep you here, because there is no ice forming on your fingertips. And the heat might just be for that sole purpose, to keep your ice in check. As well as you did by calming yourself down, the panic resurfaces just as fast.

Something or someone might just be coming to hurt you, experiment on you, and possibly even kill you. To make matters worse, you hear a puffing sound of hydraulics and something akin to a whoosh. Doors. The small beats of sweat are now turned into full streams down your body and you are horrified of what you might find out within the upcoming seconds. You register your absentmindedly that heart beat has increased, again. That there are multiple voices by the door, that they are the cause you are here and that you cannot defend yourself.

The voices stop and footsteps close in on your left. Please God, I pray to you for a miracle, please don't let me die in here. You have your vision trained to your left, waiting for the thing responsible for this to show themselves.

A man with brown hair, long sharpened face and disgusting sideburns walks up to the mirror. His left hand tucked inside his white lab coat and his right hand holding onto a clipboard with papers. You are not sure if the water on your face is from tears or sweat, possibly both, but you wait for the man to speak.

His green eyes focus on your blue ones and he snarls a bit.

"Elsa Snow, I am doctor Hans Southern, and the Sentinel Mutant Facility is your new home."

AN: Uhm so, I've been off the grid for quite a while and uh I want to apologize for that. I'm gonna see and try if I can pick up older stories, but for now here's a Modern Frozen AU. What's to come of Elsa Snow, you tell me what you think. See you at the next update.

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