Authors note: This is my first fanfic, I'll try my best to make sure that the characters aren't OOC, just tell me if they are and I will change it. As you will see, english is not my first language, so if you see mistakes, send me a message and I'll correct it. To be totally honest I was so scared to publish this, hopefully you will like it. Um...
Ps: I don't own frozen and all that jazz... Oh, and this chapter there is blood, you have been warned.
Gazing down from the huge mansion, all Anna could see were palm trees and a sandy beach, filled with families. Kids smiling and running around shoeless, while parents sat on towels, tanning. Her hands gripped onto her chair. Teenagers walking barefoot down the beach, hand in hand. The redhead's knuckles tightened around the armrest. Past memories rushed through her head as her knuckles turned white. Face morphing into displeasure as she glared down at the floor.
"Anna!" Hans said agitated. The redhead turned towards her brother, harboring an angry glare. "What got you so worked up?" Hans said. Realizing that she was glaring at her brother, Anna felt the wave of anger fading slowly as her gaze met her brother. She sighed. "Nothing, just thinking back." She said, gazing back at the beach. A tense silence fell between the siblings, as Anna continued to space out.
"Haven't you ever wished to be normal? Having a normal childhood?" Anna said, breaking the silence, crestfallen. Hans looked at her with confusion. With a raised brow, he put his hand on her shoulder, almost comforting as he made eye contact with her."Nope." He said, popping the p. Before a wolfish grin graced his face. Anna scoffed and shook off his hand from her shoulder, making Hans roll his eyes.
"Come on sister. It's not like we can change anything. We are amazing at what we do, end of story. It is a family trait after all." He said, earning an eye roll from his sister. "Whatever." Anna said. The redhead took one last glance at the ocean, before stepping into the bungalow. Hans looked as she left, muttering something under his breath.
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"When will he arrive?" Anna said, looking at herself in the mirror. She bit her quivering lip. Eyes betrayed worry. Her two trademark braids fell over a blue plaid shirt, which would most likely be soaking in red fluid by the end of the night. She could see Hans through the mirror, who was putting on a shirt and dress pants. He turned towards Anna. She stepped forward to fix his tie. He playfully puffed out his chest, smiling at his sister. Anna rolled her eyes playfully at him, swatting his shoulder. "You´re so weird." She said lightheartedly. He smirked at her, before looking down at his watch.
His facial expression stiffened. And he looked at the wall behind Anna as she started fixing the tie. "He will be here soon. You know what to do?" He said serious. He would've seemed completely normal in the eyes of a stranger, but Anna could see the slightly uneven rhythm of his breathing and the way he didn't look at her. "Yes." She said softly, patting his chest. It calmed her down knowing she wasn't the only one that was nervous. That's when they heard the knock on the door. Both redheads hurriedly went to their positions.
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Nothing goes as planned, Anna realized, as she walked further into the house with a gun to her forehead. "I'm sorry…" The man had said. She saw that he meant it. The way his expression was filled with inner turmoil. The way his sweaty palms held around the glock made Anna feel even more scared. He was jumpy. One wrong move from her and she would be staining the carpets. Hans would never clean those carpets, and parts of her would forever be stuck in this hellhole called Southern Isles.
The sound of Expensive dress shoes echoed through the halls. The man jumped, gripping around Anna's neck tighter, making her cringe. The man gazed at towards the main hall, waiting for Hans to make his appearance.
"It's a pleasure to meet you…" Hans said with a smirk.
"Don't move closer Hans, or else I shoot her." The burly man said.
It was never supposed to go like this. The situation had turned sour too early, Anna thought. The brunette man, held around her neck. The head of the gun pointed straight at her temple. Anna closed her eyes, face as stoic as a person who had a gun pointed at their face. Her gaze met her brothers, who seemed disinterested. "Is that all you got Jason?" He said, counting the bullets in his gun. The man looked at Hans with disbelief. "I have your sister under gunpoint, and you are asking… You're crazy." The burly brunette said and pressed the gun harder into Anna's head, making her let out a slight whimper.
"We both know I will kill you no matter what Jason, you won't get to go out here alive." Hans looked thoughtful up in the air. "Unless… you drop my sister, and tell me why you are here." The smile gracing his lips were sinister. Anna knew that face. It made her feel uncertain about how this would end.
Hans would walk out of here with no remorse, no matter the outcome. It was funny that her youngest sibling seemed to be the one most like her dad. She tried to shift slightly, but gasped as the man coldly said. "Don't move."
Her face was turning pale, the hand around her throat rendering it almost useless to breathe. Anna gazed at her brother with desperation, but he didn't even glance at her. Not a single emotion was on his face. They were having a staring competition, and by the way the burly guy was shivering, made her absolutely certain he would lose. "You won't let me survive anyway. I was sent here to warn Anna."
He looked at her with an apologetic look, before turning towards Hans. Hans looked at him amusedly. "Well then…" He said, lingering on the words, almost as if tasting them. "Then we can say that the warning has been taken to consideration." Raising his gun, a smirk plastered on his face. His sinister green eyes looked at Anna for a second, making her shiver. The click of the safety being removed was ringing through the walls.
"I'm sorry Anna." Jason said. The loud sound of a gun going of was heard. The ringing in Anna's ears were unbearable. Suddenly she felt something push her down to the ground. She fell with an umpf, deadweight pushing her further onto the ground. She whimpered. "Am I dead?" she said to no one in particular. The feeling of a substance trickling down her face made her gasp. She looked up at Hans, seeing his amused expression. "You're fine sister." He said, same wolfish smirk as before plastered onto his face.
With the help of Hans, she stood up, only to see Jason on the ground, blood prickling from the bullet wound. Anna huffed, arms crossed as she looked at her brother. "Next time, you better be the one under gunpoint."
Anna went to change her now bloodied clothes as Hans started cleaning up the mess. She walked to the bathroom, only to see herself in the mirror. She wanted to scream so loud. The redhead had bags under her eyes, drops of blood stained her freckled face. She bit her lip. Eyes that used to shine like the sun were dull and tired. Huffing, she took off her clothes and changed. That's when she heard the sound of the doorbell. She froze, heart beating rapidly as she heard Hans swear in the other room. With no time to clean her face, she ran to Hans.
"Please tell me that is the cleaners." The redhead whispered. Hans dragged a hand through his hair, before he said no. In unison, the siblings took out their guns. Anna motioned her brother to be silent, as she walked towards the door, hiding the gun behind her back.
The doorbell rang again as she opened the door. "What do you want?" Anna said angrily. Looking up, she was met a pair of icy blue eyes. The woman who stood in front of her had blonde hair in a flawless bun. One of the blonde's brows were raised, mouth quirking up slightly. The uniform graced a snowflake crest, making Anna scream internally.
"Uh, are you looking for someone?" she said nervously, biting her lip. The blonde crossed her arms, looking the redhead up and down, stopping at the spots of red clearly visible on the redhead's face. "I like to paint and I must've gotten some on my face. Clumsy me" the redhead said, trying to not raise suspicion, but failing miserably. She used her hand to remove the blood from her face with, only to blend it further into her skin up, making it seem like she had blush on. "Nice that your paint works as blush too." The blonde said with amusement.
They looked at each other, both trying to analyze the other. The blonde broke the silence. "My name is Elsa Snow. Are you by any chance Anna Westerguard?" Anna nodded. "Ms. Westerguard, I need you to come with me to Arendelle. Your father is awaiting your arrival." Anna gasped, unable to restrain her shock. Looking suspiciously at the blonde, Anna opened the door slightly, only to find Hans dragging the body downstairs, a trail of blood following him. She looked back at the blonde, and to her horror, the blonde seemed to have seen the trails. A long slender brow rose on the blonde's face. Icy blue eyes shone of distrust, making Anna cringe. "Um, do you mind if I grab my purse?" The redhead said. The blonde shrugged, before walking down to the black car waiting. "Don't be long." She said and knocked on the front window of the car.
Anna slammed the door shut, before sitting down with her back to it. Her heart beat rapidly, eyes blurry. This was it, her father would know soon enough. That crest was his sigil. "Hans." She said crestfallen. Hans walked upstairs again. "What did the person want?" he said nervously. Anna looked at him, her mouth opening and closing, but no words came out. She took a deep breath, before looking up at her brother again. "Father wants to see me in Arendelle." Hans' jaw clenched. He tried not to seem scared, but Anna could see straight through it. Biting her lip, the redhead looked at her brother, before looking back at the door. She picked up her purse. "We will see each other again soon Hans." Anna said, before opening the door and walking towards the car, not noticing the glint of anger in his face.