A/N: I don't own frozen, x men, marvel, or any other characters or things mentioned, all mistakes are mine, other chapters will be added later. sorry for a delay but i wasn't able to continue along the same style as this used to be but i hope that you guys enjoy it all the same.
Looking down on the shattered remains of a woman who fell five stories, the detective slid on the gloves she HATED to wear. She leaned next to the large pool of blood that laid like some modern art on a shag carpet. "How cliché" she said to herself as she lifted the carpet for a reason that escaped her. Her partner looked up at her his face full of question only amplified by the half-finished sucker he had in the corner of his mouth. "Kris look at this" she stated pulling the carpet up carefully as to not disturb the blood. She lifted up a loose floor board that was hastily replaced revealing a baby blue brick of powder. Brining some of the powder up to her tongue on an icicle that somehow appeared "pop up" she grimaced. "I'll get narcotics on the horn" Kris muttered as he tuned on his heels and walked out of the room. The detective was left in the room alone except for two uniforms standing at the door. She drew in a deep shuddering breath as she looked at the blood stain before proceeding to the bed room of the apartment of the victim. She opened the door to find a lover's night in set out with rose petals and the works. She thumbed her chin thinking. "Those narcotics creeps are on their way and…whoa" Kris showing his freshness to the job. He looked in on the room "I don't think this was a normal drug deal" Kris said carefully picking where to step. The detective stood on the other side of the bed sniffing "do you smell that" she said inquisitively to her partner who deeply inhaled before gaking and holding his mouth and nose closed with his sleeve. "Bleach isn't so romantic huh" she said before she reached down. She looked at him "can I get some help here" she said drawing Kris away from trying to get the bleach smell out of his nose. Grabbing the bottom of the mattress, they flipped it over. Underneath was the body of a man with horrible chemical burns around his face and chest tucked into the fetal position clutching a note. Taking the note while Kris looked away trying not to gag the detective grabbed the note and stuffed it in her pocket.
Passing under the tape the detective squished against the wall as the evidence collection department hustled in. She walked to the elevator rubbing her temple and flexing her jaw while sporting a slight limp. "busy night partner" Kris smirked as he walked to the elevator and pressed the button waiting for his partner who was massaging her leg through her pants. She slapped him on the back of his head as he slowly walked into the elevator and pressed the first floor button. Leaning back against the wall of the elevator Kris looked at her pouting. "It's Kristof by the way and why do they call you the ice queen?" he huffed only eliciting a turn of the head from his partner who stood with excellent posture after working off her soreness from last night. Huh, so that's it she's cold hearted but knowing this job it doesn't surprise me.
The ding of the elevator gave them sight of a crowd gathered on the cement outside the glass doors. A woman stood over the body holding a clipboard standing independently thinking. The woman looked down on the sheet staring at the mess of skin that lay there. The woman was startled by the detective's cold words "corona what was the time of death." The woman recovering tuned around and ran towards the detective capturing her in an embrace. "still cordial and grabby as ever I see" the detective said slyly as she stiffened. "You're still as cold a heart as ever cousin" she said looking at the professional looking woman she was related to. Looking to her partner she extended a hand covered in a white glove he took it "Kristof, this stick in the muds partner" motioning a thumb in the detective's direction. The woman shook it firmly her lab coat flapping gently in the wind revealing a purple blouse and matching skirt "Rapunzel, Rapunzel corona cousin to said stick in the mud." Kris looked over to find his partner ignoring him and his new 'let's bug the hell out of a person who is too uptight' friend. Rapunzel sensing she was about to be asked something looked down at her clipboard running her finger over it "looks like she was killed at around midnight to two in the morning due to liver temp including her exposure to the elements." She finished dropping her clipboard down to her hip and walked off to the new dead guy who was waiting for her. Kristof turned to his new partner who was colder than he had ever seen a person, literally when he want to clasp a hand on her shoulder he got chills. Smirking and seemingly at random he questioned "why did you become a detective?" without expecting a response from the woman who was now leaned over the sheet. "Humans intrigue me, I guess because I never was one." Her cold tone and even colder answer made him shiver and look at his boots in shame. Sorry I asked but I can relate he thought remembering his time before this job and how he hated it more than his sudden new job. His partner picked up one of the pieces of rubble laying around the body in a gloved hand inspecting it under extreme scrutiny. "what is it?" he said idly walking back to his partner who asked a CSU officer for an evidence bag. "This piece of concrete wasn't here from the side walk it was left here by the killer." Kristof scratched his blonde hair dumbfounded "why on earth would someone do that." She turned to him with a sense of unease spreading across her face. "I've seen this before and it's mainly because he wants to be caught but just keeps us far enough behind to escape. His targets are usually random or follow a certain pattern. Usually their just mutants or people he deems unworthy of life." Digesting his partner's words Kristof squatted down. " so how is this not just a drug killing" he said trying to guess what his partner was thinking. " Because he staged the crime scene, notice how the woman has no blood around her head he must've dropped her off of another building then just dumped the body here." Kristoff let out a relieved sigh, "so their unrelated thank god." The detective got up putting her hands into the pockets of her trench coat and cocking an eyebrow "don't get along well with the narcotics department?" she mused still keeping her straight face. " they keep trying to run me into internal affairs for weed use." The detective cocked her head her white-blonde hair sparkling in the sun that beat down from the east. "do you,…you know smoke it I mean?" she asked curiously, he shook his head laughing "it's a long story" he said touching the stubble he had grown. "I've got time," she said looking at him so normally it threw him off, her partner who had a hand on one of the many pile-ons that surrounded the crime scene causing him to fall flat on his butt. " uhhh...sure we'll grab some coffee after our shift and I can tell you why Hercules is breathing down my neck." With a hearty laugh he got to his feet and followed his partner to the squad car they arrived in.
Outside of a local coffee shop Kristof sat across from the woman whom he deemed beautiful to be honest even though he wasn't even remotely like most of his douchebag friends. "So I was part of a circus show in Sweden and I was the freak who could lift a reindeer even though I was skinny as a rail. Anyway I grew too old and I was kicked to the curb after thirteen years there. So after words I wandered around and ended up in a boxing gym in chi town and was a prize fighter and after I was undefeated thirteen times I was not anyone's friend and I was framed for steroids and narco boys liked me to take the fall but after testing me thirteen goddamn times I was exonerated but many of them didn't like it much when I joined their beloved academy." The woman was snickering covering her face. Shell-shocked Kristof leaned back in his chair sweeping his hair back trying to register what was happening in front of him the ice queen herself was capable of laughter stop the damn presses. She composed herself placing her hands in her lap resuming her same straight face on hiding her teeth which shown in the sun. Not paying attention Kristof leaned back too far and fell with a clatter of his chair.
Kristoff got up righting his chair his partner still bolt upright straight faced. Kristoff righted his chair and sat down sighing looking at his half-drunk hot chocolate. "so what's your deal I'm a sideshow freak with super strength were you just captured by a refrigeration company." Now, Kristoff knew he fucked up majorly because his partner's stare was of hate this isn't good abort, abort, abort. Kristoff took this as a sign he should go as the surrounding air started to grow extremely cold and snowy. "I see I hit a nerve, sorry… I should go," with that Kristof got up and ran to his car. A thin layer of frost coated the ground around her and a light snow started to fall, her face contorted from that of rage back to the same of indifference she normally wore. Her eyes were the only part of her face that usually conveyed emotion. She sighed letting her eyes relax as Kristof pulled away. Pulling out the slip of paper she found at the crime scene she remembered how she needed to control her emotions. Replacing the note in her pocket she rubbed one of her shoulders trying to ease the tension she felt and slowly the frost receded in small amounts until it wasn't any more. Aware suddenly of her surroundings she got up slinging her purse over her shoulder and heading towards the nearest bar. I need to get wasted, today was just too bad to need anything else.
Inside the Lilly pad the detective let her purse drop on the bar and saddled up a stool in the relatively empty bar acknowledging the bartender, Aladdin whom she was friends with especially when she would restock his ice machine when it ran low, the woman ordered a scotch straight a drink she seemed familiar with. After a few hours of self deprication and sulking the detective was greeted with a group of cackling women who seemed to be just going out for drinks. However, though one slid onto a stool right next to the blonde who was wallowing in self-pity. Smiling the redhead ordered the woman another drink and herself (who was already wasted another drink. "why the sad face white you look like someone shit in your cereal." The woman sighed looking at the ginger next to her but becoming speechless after seeing her face. Turning to the bartender the woman who was drunk not as much as the redhead but close asked "make mine a triple." After downing her drink, the redhead turned to the detective who just sat there wide eyed and trying to keep her jaw closed as she was wondering if she was still alive. "so cutey why is a gumshoe like you doing in a jazzy lesbian bar like this." Still speechless the woman turned around and stared into the glass that was just sat in front of her. Downing the glass in one go the detective slapped her glass down on the bar before turning to leave. "Hey," the voice stopped her half way to the door and suddenly hearing scribbles followed by steps in her direction the detective was once again met with the petite redhead who stuffed something into her bra cupping the detective as her hand moved away. Leaning close to the detectives ear "call me" the redhead said in a raspy seductive voice as she staggered back to the bar. The detective who was now weak in the knees sauntered towards the door. "hey Sherlock should I call in just a transport or are you gonna need heavy support?" said Aladdin who opened the door for her. "call in the tank please" she said before covering her mouth and running out into the street.
The detective seemed to black out slouching over a parking meter as a escalade pulled up and a tall man got out his stature imposing but not overbearing. He wore black sunglasses and black cargo pants and seemed to be out of place among all the party girls who seemed to fawn to him as he picked up the detective looking into her hooded eyes with sorrow and placed her in the back of the SUV and belted her in. Walking back around to the front he grabbed the driver side door taking a parting look at a group of redheads who had just got past the bouncer. "Tough night ice cream, should be if rag head called me of all people." The man said putting his buckle around his stomach which squidged a little as he tightened his restraint. A grunt came from the back seat with the woman who had been causing a freak snow shower in the middle of the city just seven hours ago reduced to a mess of cried out mascara and disheveled pants suit. The man sat in silence driving his very inebriated passenger home. Arriving at a small apartment complex in the middle of well to do central he parked the escalade and got out. He picked up the woman who was slightly more sober but still bawling her eyes out. He walked up the stairs carrying her all the way to the door and carefully opened it so as to not wake the woman who fell asleep as he carried her in. placing her on the bed the man quickly and expediciously undressed the woman but was careful enough not to reveal too much so as to be lewd. He tucked her in and exited the room only stopping to plant a kiss on her head as he left. "goodnight Elsa "he said as he shut off the light and left the room.
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