(A/N) This idea came about after having a discussion with several other jelsa fans about the lack of jelsa vampire fanfics, so I decided to try my hand at one. Hope you like it xx
Summary: The vampire hunter Elsa has been assigned the mission to kill the infamous vampire of whispered legends, Jack Frost. Will she be able to? Or has Elsa finally met her match?
Disclaimer: I do not own Rise of The Guardians or Frozen. If I did they'd be married by now. xx
The assignment sat innocently in front of her, silently awaiting to be read. Elsa looked at it with a bored expression, her fingers idly flipping through the first couple of pages.
It was a level B assignment, meaning that only a hand full of hunters within the coven could carry out the task. And unfortunately, Elsa was among those people. The only other options where Hans and Eugene, but both men were currently working on another mission half way across the country, leaving Elsa seemingly as the only alternative.
Surely though, with such a high ranking task, they could call in other hunters from sister covens? The Alexis Coven had plenty of far more experienced hunters who can carry out the job better than she.
In all honesty Elsa had no desire to go through with this, or any other mission. Tomorrow was supposed to be the start of her three week vacation. A vacation that she had quite rightfully earned and deserved. There was no time to initiate a hunt.
Yet here the paper work sat before her. Weselton had insisted that it be dealt with as soon as possible. He had also insisted that Elsa and Elsa alone be the one to deal with it. According to him she was the most suited for the job and no other would suffice. That and apparently a high paying client had refused to accept anyone else for the job, instead requesting that Elsa be assigned the mission.
Taking a sip of her coffee, she placed the cup down and dragged the paper closer to give it a more proper inspection.
The mission summary read as thus:
Level: B
Target: Jack Frost
Species: Vampire
Current whereabouts: Unknown
Allies: Unknown
Enemies: Pitch Black.
Mission: Eliminate
The rest of the paper work was typical safety guide lines and disclaimers. There was also more information about the target; where he was last sighted and previous encounters other hunters had had with him. Usually there was an in-depth file built up against the target but not this time. Most of the papers were brief and vague in their descriptions.
This Jack Frost was quite an illusive vampire. Though Elsa could recall his name in tales and rumours that had been whispered among the higher ranking hunters.
From what she could remember, the vampire in question was said to be as cold and cruel as the harshest winters. Yet others claimed he had a playful boyish charm.
Some said he always carried with him a carving staff that supposedly had the ability to conjure the elements of snow and ice at will. Others quite contradictory said he had two swords that he would take with him on occasion and that had the magic in them to bring forth burning flames.
It was like a game of Chinese whispers. You could never tell who was telling the true truth. Everyone thought their tale to be the real story. But as stories are past on people change them, sometimes on propose and other times accidentally as they try to recall them from memory.
With a sigh Elsa pushed the documents aside.
There was a knock on the door and Weselton entered Elsa's office. "Good afternoon, Elsa. Have you finished looking over the documents?"
Elsa picked up her coffee, taking a sip from it and nodding.
"Excellent. When can you start?" Weselton grinned, clapping his hands and rubbing them together.
"I've skimmed over it and I've decided to decline" Elsa stated flatly. "I have no time. My holidays start tomorrow and I plan to take them. I'm afraid you'll have to tell the client that his request has been, respectfully, denied."
For a flicker of a second, Elsa swore she saw a flash of fear appear on Weselton face. It was gone in a blink, hidden behind a forced smile.
"My dear, that is simply impossible. You are the only one capable of pulling this job off. You're one of Nighten Gale Covens best vampire hunters, surely you are aware of this? Your skills are unrivalled" Weselton insisted, clasping his hands behind his back and straightening his posture.
What he said was true. To a degree. Yes Elsa was a promising hunter who knew what she was doing. From the young age of sixteen she had followed her parents footsteps, just as her younger sister Anna later would, and entered into the world of the hunters, the protectors of mankind. Her parents had trained her well, teaching her everything she needed to know and more.
But that didn't mean she was the best. There was no shortage of professional, skilled hunters out there who would be more than happy and able to take on this job. Elsa saw no reason that she had to be assigned it and the other hunters had not.
"Flattery, Sir, will get you no where" Elsa sighed, sipping more of her coffee.
"Miss Elsa. This is of vital importance that you destroy this blood sucker. Do you know how many lives he has taken? How many more he could if you do not fulfil this mission?" Weselton exclaimed heatedly, his face starting to flush red with anger.
He quickly moved to stand in front of her desk, grabbing the documents and waving them in the air. "This night crawler must be destroyed! The lives that he takes from this point onwards will be blood on your hands if you do not destroy him! Is that what you want? How many more lives must he-"
Elsa slammed her cup down, rattling the desk and bringing Weselton to an abrupt halt. Elsa's eyes narrowed. Slowly, she rose to her feet, both hands planted firmly on the desk.
"Do not dare ever to even think of trying to guilt trip me into accepting a mission. What lives a vampire takes is not blood on my hands and never will be. I risk my life on a daily basis to rid the world of as many of them as I can. I can't stop all of them, but I sure as hell will try to."
Weselton took a step back at the quiet, dangerous edge to Elsa's voice.
"There are plenty of other vampire hunters out there in sister covens who are far more capable than I of taking out this vampire. I'm only human. There is only so many cases I can take before I need to rest. If I don't take care of myself how am I expected to carry on working? If I fall ill how many more vampires that I could have stopped will still be out there killing people?" Elsa hissed, her voice stained from the rage burning inside her.
Who did Weselton think he was? How dare he try and put the blame of the vampires wrong doings onto her when she had done everything in her powers for years to try and stop them! Her and the others did everything they could to prevent people from being hurt.
"I'll accept the mission this once. But if you ever try and guilt trip me like that again-" Elsa locked eyes with a startled Weselton. "It'll be the last thing you do. Understand?"
Weselton nodded, taking a step back.
"Now, if you would be so kind. Leave my office. Now."
Weselton scurried out, nearly colliding with Anna as she entered the room.
"What was his problem?" Anna asked as she approached Elsa, a large brown parcel in her hands.
"Nothing" Elsa muttered, sitting down. Elsa dropped her head into her hands, her fingers massaging her temples.
"This came for you in the mail. No name or return address" Anna said as she placed the package down.
Elsa frowned, glancing up. "I haven't ordered anything of late."
Anna grinned. "Come on then! Hurry up and open it! I want to see what's inside!"
Elsa complied, opening the package to find a smaller rectangular blue, velvety box, tied shut with a silver ribbon. Curiosity sparked, Elsa picked the blue box up, carefully examining it. Pulling the end of the ribbon, Elsa untied the box and opened it.
A gasp escaped her. Inside was a single beautiful blue rose that gave off a faint radiant glow. Attached to the green stem was a small piece of white parchment.
"A rose?" Anna gasped, jumping up and down excitedly. "Oh my gosh, Elsa! You have a secret admirer! Who is it from? Does it give you a name? Come on you have to tell me!"
"Calm down, Anna" Elsa laughed.
Through bright, curious eyes Elsa checked the parchment. A frown of confusion settled on her face as she found only a small blue snowflake printed onto it. "Doesn't say who it's from. It just has a snowflake on it. What does that mean?"
Picking up the rose, Elsa gently place it under her nose, taking in the sweet fragrance. Her fluttered shut as she ran the rose across her lips, a small smile forming there. Strangely, wherever she trailed the rose against her skin, she could feel the soft, gentle bite of something like frost nipping at her skin.
Pulling it away, she took in it's icy beauty once more.
Ever so faintly, a light blush spread across Elsa's cheeks. Who oh who could this be from? A giddy feeling of excitement bubbled up inside of her at the mystery before her. Despite herself, she could hardly suppress the grin that threatened to overwhelm her.
Weselton shook his head, straightening his posture as his hand reached for the golden knob of the door. He'd be lying to say he wasn't nervous. And who wouldn't be under the circumstances?
He was a traitor. A spy. An ally of the other side. If the Nighten Gale Coven ever discovered where his true lineage lied then he would be done for. Betrayal was not something they took lightly. Backstabbing them was seen as the equivalent to betraying the entire human race.
And in a way he was. For soon he hoped to no longer be apart of his original species but of something greater. He sought out to become a creature of the night; powerful, fast, strong and blessed with immortality. No one would be able to stop him. He would be invincible.
If he pulled this job of correctly then that dream would become reality... soon.
He opened the door.
The room was pitch black. The only penetration to the darkness was the soft moons rays bathing in from the double window. Weselton's eyes instantly fell upon the long shadow in front of him and followed it up to it's owner, sitting by the window, one leg brought up to his chest and the other draped over the edge of the window sill. The figure was silhouetted in darkness. The only feature beside the black mass of his body that Weselton could make out was the glowing blue rose that the person twirled idly in their hand.
"Is it done?" the figure asked, his voice as soft as twilight.
"The girl has been assigned to the mission, just as you ordered, Sir" Weselton announced, bowing respectfully with one hand across his heart.
The silhouetted shadow nodded his head, a tooth grin lighting up in the darkness to reveal two pointed teeth extending from the roof of his mouth.
"Perfect, Weselton. Be sure to leave her the old map that leads to the castle. I wouldn't want her having difficulties in finding it's location."
"I hardly think a bread crumb trail will be necessary, Sir. This is the famous hunter Elsa we're talking about it. If she's out to find someone the poor soul hasn't got a chance of escaping her" Weselton explained as he fixed his gloves. "She's one of the best hunters we have available. Which makes me curious. May I be so boldest to ask why you want her to come after-"
The shadowy figure held up his rose-less hand, bringing Weselton's words to a halt. "I have my reasons."
"And they are?" Weselton dared to ask.
Weselton quickly began to regret asking his question as a heavy silence descended upon the room. He felt his heart beat accelerate and prayed that the blood thirsty creature before him would not notice.
It was a prayer spoken in vain because the shadowy figure did hear. He always heard the sound of his prey as its heart rate sharply sped up as fear flooded through its veins.
The figure turned its attention which had been all but focused on the rose towards Weselton. He titled his head, watching him curiously. "I don't think that's any of your concern."
"I was just-"
Quicker than human senses could register, Weselton found himself slammed and pinned into the wall by a hand wrapped around his neck. He felt his legs leave the ground and began kicking out frantically.
"Never question my motives again" the figure snarled, leaning in close to Weselton's ear. "Do you understand?"
Weselton shut his eyes as he panicked and clawed at the hand around his jugular. He could hardly breathe and he could feel the world around him start to fade into blurs.
"I... under...stand!" Weselton gasped, trying with all his might to remove the hand.
"Good" The figure smiled, dropping the breathless man to the ground.
Weselton collapsed to his knees, his hands instantly massaging his neck. He sucked in as much air as he could.
"That will be all. You can leave now" the vampire said quietly, turning away from the human and heading towards the fallen rose by the window sill.
"Forgive me" Weselton coughed, raising to his feet. "I was out of line. I shall make sure the girl is sent on her mission at the first given chance. "
Before Weselton left, he addressed the creature once more. "I wish you all the best with dealing with her, Jack Frost. I fear though, that even you may not be quite a match for her as you think you are."
And with that Weselton exited the room, leaving Jack in the company of the shadows.
"Oh I'll certainly be a match for her" Jack smiled, lifting the rose to his lips. "In far more ways than one."
(A/N) So what do you think? I wonder who gave Elsa the rose? And why oh why did Jack Frost assign a mission to Elsa to hunt him down and kill him? Any theories? xx Anyways do let me know what you think of this xx I hope you enjoyed reading it xx