The Fantasia Coalition
Chapter 1: The Invitation
Sirens wailed in the distance. Snow softly drifted down ever so softly from the grey, mid-December skies. This is Arendelle City at its most beautiful. And its most dangerous. All the punks like to come out around Christmas, in hopes of crushing just a little bit of the holiday spirit. But not this year. She had received a tip that a couple of The Weasel's thugs are planning to hit Oaken National Bank at midnight.
This is what I live for.
The sound of glass tinkles as two oblivious crooks entered the bank's back window.
It's good that the cold doesn't bother me but I can't say the same of those two.
Elsa chuckled to herself at the old joke. Skating down from her hidden perch overlooking the bank, she landed with a dull thud. After pausing briefly to curse her own obvious lack of stealth, she swooped through the now broken window.
"What the hell was that? Weasel said we'd be all good on this one!" The bearded man barked in alarm, brandishing his handgun wildly.
"Shut up, this is just a smash and grab. We'll be long gone before she even thinks of showing her stupid face!" The pointy nosed one answered snarkily.
Shooting them an invisible smirk through her blue-grey facemask, the Ice Queen quickly formed a dagger of solid ice and, with a flick of her well trained wrist, sent it sailing towards the bearded thug. Flying straight and true, the blade struck the bearded man's hand. No sooner had ice met flesh, than crystals began to grow out from the dagger, encasing the thug's hand and arm with ice. The gun and the man weakly collapsing to the ground.
"Shit, shit, shit! You're not supposed to be here!" The long nosed man squawked.
The remaining thug tried to throw a roundhouse towards Elsa. The key word being "tried". Dodging effortless she swung her body fluidly around. Using the recently frozen ground to build up momentum, Elsa lashed out with a single graceful kick, causing the man to tumble very ungracefully to the ground. These thugs had at least some basic training, because as the second the man hit the ground he plucked his gun from its holster and rolled away, simultaneously firing off more than a couple shots. The loud crack of gunshots filled Elsa's ears as she threw up a hastily constructed wall of ice. Taking cover behind the teller's counter, the man shouted at Elsa:
"Hey can't we all just be friends here? You know I'm sure the big man would be more than happy to pay you very nicely for your services. I wouldn't mind paying too, if you know what I mean."
That does it.
Feeling the cold bubble up ferociously from within her blood, Elsa exhaled. Working her eldritch energy deeply into her breath, Elsa felt the orgasmic rush that comes with "letting it go". The man felt the room drop at least 15 degrees the second the breath left her perfectly shaped lips.
"Y-You d-don't have to do t-this! We-I could p-pay you!" The man stuttered his skin turning blue, the gun he clutched becoming quite shaky.
"What does the Ice Queen need with money? All I need is the ice and snow."
That was awful.
Elsa groaned internally.
Note to self, please check list of catchphrases before tomorrow night!
With a quick snap of her finger a wave of frost flew from the Ice Queen's fingers, flowing over the counter and smashing into the man. He uttered a single defeated groan before crashing to the ground, unconscious.
Well that took longer than it should have, Elsa grimaced to herself as she sealed the two men's hands together with ice. As the glaring red and blue lights refracted off the frozen room started to glow even brighter, Elsa left her signature snowflake mark on their bodies before nimbly slipping out the window and returned to the shadowed rooftop. No sooner had she returned to the shadowed rooftop, than the police swarmed in, guns and flashlights blazing, only to find that their job had already been done.
Amateurs.
Hopping down to the hard asphalt of the alleyway, Elsa snapped her fingers once more and her costume dissolving into a fine watery mist. She dashed briskly off to what she had humorously nicknamed the Ice-Mobile, her father's old blue-grey Maserati that she wouldn't have been normally able to afford on her meager architect's salary. It still gleamed and shimmered as brightly as the day her father had bought it all those years ago. The ride back to her apartment was a rather uneventful one, listening to the soothing sound of Edvard Grieg's Peer Gynt, with a bit of Mayhem and Darkthrone thrown in as well. She smiled, looking forward to the comforts of home and her sister's smiling face. The car parked outside, Elsa trekked up the stairs to her shared apartment. As she leaned in to grab the doorknob, it suddenly swung away from her, revealing Anna's tear-stained face.
"Anna, what's wrong?"
"Why? Why, didn't you tell me? I would have loved you anyways, no matter who you are."
"What do you mean, Anna? I'm straight!" She stammered anxiously.
"God, no," Her younger sister hiccupped. "Elsa, he told me you were...are… the Ice Queen. You know I always worry about you. With all these late nights, I should have known..."
He. Oh god. Who? The Weasel? Sitron? Silver Wolf?
She embraced Anna, holding her tightly, "I'm so sorry. I was trying to protect you. Did he hurt you?"
"N-No, he didn't. But he did brew me some tea."
Elsa pulled away from Anna's clinging embrace with a puzzled expression on her face.
"Who?"
"You know, Anna, I am still here." A smooth voice emanated from the direction of the living room. Elsa stalked into the house, ice dagger in hand, ready for anything. Peeking around the corner, she was surprised to see a very nicely dressed man sipping tea in her armchair. His perfectly quaffed auburn hair and sideburns framed intelligent green eyes.
"Hello, Ms. Kristensen. I'm sorry if I frightened you or your very kind sister, of whom I have already been acquainted." The man stood up, offering his gloved hand in invitation. Elsa declined it, remaining at attention in the doorway. Unconcerned, the man continued.
"I'm very sorry, I must have left my manners at home. My name is Hans Southerland. I am here as a representative of sorts, or perhaps I should say ambassador…"
The man, Hans, started to pace about the room.
"Ambassador. That sounds right. I have been sent here by my superiors in order to find the Ice Queen, and upon contact deliver a message."
He paused for dramatic effect.
Oh just get on with it. Elsa rolled her eyes. I want this creep out of my apartment.
"We would like to personally invite you to come sign up with a special initiative of sorts. A group for special individuals like you. We call it the Fantasia Coalition."
[CASE FILE: Elsa Kristensen]
Codename: Ice Queen
Gender: Female
Age: 21
City: Arendelle City, Maine
Abilities: Advanced Cryokinesis. Limited aquakinetic abilities allowing for the condensation of water particulates from the surrounding atmosphere into ice crystals. Further linked to minor aerokinetic abilities manifesting as rapid shifts in air temperature.
Author's Note:
Hello, so this is my return to the fanfic game after many years! I've already written a couple chapters and once I get them beta'd and edited will be releasing them every couple days or so. Oh and the two thugs were obviously supposed to be the Duke of Weselton's bodyguards. I will be taking Hans a different root in this story, he will still be a manipulative bastard but a good law abiding one. I estimate this to be around 30 chapters long. Also expect this story to expand out into the entire Disney universe! I appreciate any feedback, ideas, or comments! Thank you very much! Next chapter, The Offer.