* As usual I do not own Charlie's Angels or the characters except Ella, Sarah and other people you haven't seen in the show. This story is for entertainment/enjoyment purposes only.
* The story takes place after my other stories. I do look back a lot, and it's less confusing if you've read past stories ^^
* My Norwegian is very shaky, so I excuse upcoming mistakes ^_^ (and lol, that goes for my English too.)
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A Norwegian Christmas
Prologue.
Three older men were skiing fast down a steep, snow-covered mountain. They had been skiing their entire lives, for over 50 years, and they knew how to handle the steep mountain. The snow was flying up in big clouds as they carved down and by the time they reached the cliff side of the mountain, they all stopped within a second.
"Why are we stopping?" The oldest of them, Sven, asked in Norwegian as all three removed their glasses and pulled up their ski masks so they could see each other properly. All their cheeks were red from the cold, but -22 degrees was something they were used to up on these mountains. The men didn't complain. They didn't even think of it.
"I need to talk to the two of you." The youngest, Frode, said, also in Norwegian, which was all the men's first language.
"About what?" Arvid asked, putting down his poles into the deep snow. Half of the pole disappeared into the snow as he put them down, letting go of the straps that he had around his wrists.
"You know God damn well what it is about. I know what you're up to."
"What are you talking about?" Sven asked, but felt how he begun to get nervous. `How could he know?ยด
"I saw you! I saw you out there! How can you do that!? I'm going to tell the police, you better know that. This is insane!"
Sven didn't even have time to react before Arvid grabbed Frode by the collar and lifted him slightly.
"Don't you dare tell anyone!"
Frode might be the youngest of them, but Arvid was definitely the one that was in the best shape, and was by far stronger than both Frode and Sven.
"Are you threatening me?!"
"Yes, I am! Don't you dare tell anyone!"
"Let go of me!"
Arvid let him go, and put his hand into one of his pockets of the jacket. Frode turned to Sven and was just about to open his mouth when Arvid attacked Frode, and with one easy move he slit Frode's throat open with the sharp fisher knife he had removed out of his jacket pocket. Frode fell to the ground, and almost disappeared into the snow, coloring the crystal white snow around them bright red. Arvid had fallen down onto his knees from the attack, and Sven now grabbed him.
"Are you crazy!?" Sven yelled as he held onto Arvid's collar of his ski jacket, pulling him up on his feet. "Why did you kill him!?"
"He could damage the entire thing!" Arvid answered madly, blood all over his gloves from the body lying by his feet.
Sven let go of Arvid, and looked over the scenery, trying to decide what to do next. The two men were standing high up above the surface, on the edge of a cliff. The snow was three foot deep, and it was still coming down heavily from the open sky above them. It was almost 10 pm, but it wasn't as dark as it usually was since it was a full moon outside, and it helped to brighten up big parts of the country. Especially the edge of the cliff, and the dark fjord that was sleeping peacefully about 500 yards further down.
"Let's just get rid of him." Sven said annoyed, not wanting it to end like this.
He had lived his whole life in peace, never any disturbance, but since he met this man, Arvid Gjessing, his life had been turned upside down. But he was making more money every month than he had ever done in his entire life, and it was pleasing him. He was getting old, and when he retired, he wanted something to live off. But being a whale fisher in the Norwegian sea wasn't really paying that well. It had been okay until now, but he wanted more.
Sven reached down towards the body that had almost been covered completely by the snow by now, and then just knelt besides Frode. He pulled out the wallet from the back pocket and put it in his own pocket, so he couldn't be identified, at least not that easily. Then Sven put his hands onto the dead, cold body, and rolled him up towards the edge of the cliff, and let him fall over. Sven rose to his feet and both him and Arvid stood in silence and watched Frode fall over 500 yards before slamming into the water like if it had hit concrete. But it didn't take many minutes before the water was completely still again, and the body was sinking into the endless dark sea.
Arvid and Sven looked at each other for a minute before they pulled down the ski masks and glasses, pulled their hands through the straps of the poles before grabbing onto them, and then they carved their way down the mountainside.