Modern!AU - Crime!AU - Elsanna, not sisters.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Frozen characters, all rights go to their respectful owners.
Welcome to "Martyr", an AU Elsanna story of crime, poverty, sacrifice, and faith. Warnings in advance, I enjoy angst. A lot. So there will be plenty of it. Mild gang violence. Abuse. Abandonment.
Romance in between. 3 Enjoy!
If I'm still worth saving, I'll leave this life behind me. I will show you who I could have been.
Red and blue lights radiated in a dark cold night with the sounds of sirens piercing the quiet air. Orders were being shouted from left to right and muffled voices were heard from static. Paramedics were running frantic, lifting stretchers into ambulances and rambling out codes and conditions.
Blood was seeping onto the alleyway slipping into the cracks. One girl was backed against the wall, wide-eyed with tears. Her clothing was tattered and disheveled. A broad shouldered man was holding her tight with his hazel eyes showing fear and apprehension towards the one responsible for causing the girl's distress. A body was covered by a piece of cloth with red staining through as it slid into a body bag.
A murder had occurred that night.
Silver cuffs were clasped around the wrist of another girl. Her hands were creased in blood and frost. That was all the proof they PD needed. She didn't struggle or resist while being escorted away.
She caught eyes with the girl against the wall and tried to smile. The smile came out as a grimace under the weight of her grief. The girl's eyes that held so much regret was not something she was used to. She missed those blue eyes that held so much child like wonder and zest for life. She ached knowing that she could never see that again. She destroyed that chance within her grasp.
The cuffed girl paid no heed to the holes being burned into her face by the man protecting the fearful girl who looked like a small child within his arms. His judgments did not matter to her, no one else's ever did. Except her. Reaching out was useless so she settled for a solemn question.
"Was it worth it?" she whispered, her voice cutting through the winter night.
The girl gave no reply but her tears were all the answers that she needed.
Elsa had murdered a man that night. Her fate was sealed. Her innocence was forgotten long ago. Along the way hope had reared it's head in the dark. But the hope that sparked was dimming as minutes past. The hope that she could be free. The hope that she could be loved.
The hope that somehow Anna could ever love her in return.