Anna stared down at the lifeless body sprawled out on the ground just a few feet away from her. Even though she it was her third year working homicide, there was something strange about this murder that made her really, really, uncomfortable. It may have been the way the dead girl's eyes were open, just staring out at nothing; or maybe it was the smell of decay… both were equally disgusting.

Must've been hell. She thought to herself. The struggling, the screaming, just knowing that she was going to die and there was no one there to help her. Sometimes she hated working homicide. Even her mother hated her working the field, often ending their conversations about it with, "you're too sensitive for that blood and gore. Quit, work with your brother at the ice company, Anna… blah, blah, blah."

"Excuse me," a visibly annoyed voice muttered behind her, "there's a crime scene that we're supposed to be examining the area around the body, not just staring at the body."

Anna turned around, perhaps a little too quickly, nearly knocking her head into the person behind her. "Oh… um, yeah, I mean, that's what I was doing…" she trailed off after making eye contact with a woman slightly taller than her.

Strange, she thought. She had never seen this woman before in her life, yet she wore a similar badge, one that the department had obviously given her. Yeah, there was no way in hell that she had seen this woman before. She was way too striking to go unnoticed at the precinct. She had the bluest eyes that she had ever seen, and her hair was an amazing platinum blonde color that looked surprisingly natural.

"Who are you, by the way?" Anna finally asked the mysterious woman.

The woman cocked her head and blinked, shocked by Anna's frankness. "You don't remember…?" Anna shook her head. "I'm your partner," the blonde filled in, "we met this morning."

Already met? No way. Anna would've remembered her, for sure. "This morning, right… and you are?"

"Detective Snow. Elsa Snow, if you wanna get acquainted, which I don't. I like to talk as least as possible, just so you know, and if we do it's strictly about the case." The blonde woman gave a slight smile that quickly faded after she was finished speaking.

Anna blinked. Detective Snow? She was sure that she'd heard that name before… she just wasn't sure where. She wasn't the detective that accidently shot someone last year, was she? Nope, that was that small guy that had the obsession with summer and hugging everyone that walked by him… poor guy wasn't the same after that.

Oh wait… she knew who she was. Detective Snow was the one that Detective Frost used to work with. Everyone always said that those two would've been a good match together, but Anna wasn't so sure about that. Jack Frost was more of a social person. Elsa Snow, on the other hand, didn't speak to anybody ever. After Jack confirmed to everyone that he was moving back to Alaska to be with his sick sister, they had thrown him a party where he told everyone about how his partner, Elsa, was so quiet he thought she was mute for the first whole week he worked with her. He must've forgotten to mention that she was a bit of a bitch.

"Do you have a hard time paying attention, or something?" Elsa asked, impatiently waiting for a response from the redhead across from her.

"No, no, no, no," Anna answered quickly, waving her hands around frantically.

Elsa gave a slight nod. "So then I'm guessing you heard the uniforms tell us that we have a lead. The victim was seen at a club last night; The Southern Isles, you know, the place that the Arnesen family owns."

"The people that have thirteen kids?" Anna furrowed a brow. She knew the Arnesen family, all right. The youngest brother, Hans, was always after in in high school; he didn't even have a clue that she was about as straight as a circle.

"Yeah," Elsa snorted, walking away from the scene to her car, "damn people breed like rabbits."

Anna giggled and followed close behind her partner. "So we're taking your car?"

The blonde turned and narrowed her eyes at the bubbly girl in front of her. "Must you always point out the obvious?"

"It's what I do best," Anna jested with a smile.

Elsa hummed a small laugh and unlocked the door to her Camry. "That's great, I just love people like you."

Anna could feel her face turn red. She loves people like me? What does that mean? Oh wait, it was just sarcasm. Yeah, no doubt sarcasm.

"So, Elsa," she began, "how long have you worked homicide?"

"Hey, what did I say back there? I don't like getting acquainted, and I don't want to get acquainted; why don't people get that?"

Anna shrugged. "Well, you're really pretty, and you look approachable, maybe that's why." Uh-oh. She didn't just call her partner really pretty…

The two women exchanged looks.

"That's not a valid reason," Elsa hissed.

"If you don't want to talk to anyone, can you at least tell me why?"

Elsa shook her head and sighed. "No, I can't."

Anna groaned. Of course she couldn't tell. "I can respect that then," she glanced out the window of Elsa's Camry, "I've been in homicide for three years now. Yeah, I've seen some pretty intense stuff. Ever hear of the-"

"No, and I don't want to," the blonde cut in. "How about we just enjoy the car ride, hmm?"

Anna looked down and frowned. "Okay, fine."

After a long, boring ten minutes of staring out the window, Anna pulled out her phone and started up a game of 2048 the exact moment that Elsa slammed on the brakes, sending her phone flying into the dash.

"What the hell?" she asked, pointing down at the floor where her iPhone sat face down. "It's new!"

Elsa looked over at her and raised an eyebrow. "Is that something that I should care about?" she asked, cutting off the engine.

Anna picked up her phone and glared. "You know, maybe try showing a little kindheartedness towards others, it can bring you a long way. Why did you stop, anyway? We aren't even there yet."

"Short cut," the blonde replied, with a small nod. "Get your badge ready, we're questioning everybody until we get an official answer for Hans' whereabouts."

Before Anna could even reply, Elsa had already made her way out of the car and was halfway to the club. She couldn't help but feel like the platinum blonde woman had some secrets… not good ones either. She was rude, and oddly unsocial; what could make a person act like that? Whatever is was, Anna would have to find out about it later. She had better things to do than worry about her snappy partner.