So yeah, I have a cool Idea for a fanfiction and the summary may not have been very good. But Don't worry, even though this isn't Elsanna I can assure all of you heartless, angst loving, dramateens and adults that this will be very worthwhile.

A More Detailed Summary: Anna leaves Arendelle after the death of her parents. Elsa is left alone to deal with the downfall of her nation. Out of the blue, she is given an offer that she cannot resist. One that will help her save the kingdom. However; the people that she agreed to work with are a group of mysterious and violent outcasts. They all claim to be united under one person and shared morals. Elsa can't tell if they're crazy, or just realistic.

Chapter 1: Pariah

"Your majesty!"

Elsa casually glanced up from her desk, the documents about trade with the southern isle sits ignored below the pen she held in her hand. Though it's unusual that she is bothered whilst working, she wouldn't put it past her either. Recently things have been going...badly for her empire. Increased thievery, fights, and murders. All in all an all a troublesome time. She assumed this was just another message about a local store being broken into; Or perhaps a new gang making themselves noticed.

The guard stood at attention, half his face hidden beneath his helmet, yet he appeared to be shaken, "The guards, your highness! They've broken into a fit of violence!"

"Where?"

"Outside! Near the main entrance!"

Elsa stood and gestured for the man to lead her toward the source of their disturbance. Hesitantly, he complied, marching with reasonable speed toward their destination, "It was all so sudden my lady! One minute they were guarding the castle doors, the next they were at each other's throats!"

"What of General Marshal? I'm sure he would've been more use to this situation than me." Elsa questioned the guard, keeping up with his speed with graceful ease. Whilst the man was sweaty, and breathing heavily, Elsa was swift and calm. Years of being conditioned to be nothing less than perfect could do that to a girl.

The man swallowed, "That's just it your majesty…" Upon arriving at the castle entrance, the guard shoved the doors open revealing the courtyard, bathed in the moonlight and cold air, as well as blood and bodies. Three men lay unmoving in the red stained grass. Throats slit and abdomens impaled. Above their rotting corpses stood the survivor of the scuffle. A man more than six feet tall, towered over the mess, his armor torn, great muscles ruined and soiled by blood leaking cuts and bruises. His nearly white hair was ruffled and pooled over his sharp blue eyes, in which Elsa noticed were foggy and unfocused. "...The general was one of the men,"

It wouldn't be the truth if Elsa said she weren't surprised shocked at the scenery before her. Three good men, dead by their general's hand. It would've made an amazing headline. In fact, the General was known by the people to be a quiet man. A humble and loving man. So this? This was completely out of character. Careful not to show too much emotion, for it was important a woman of royalty maintained her composure, the queen sternly called out to the rugged man, "General! What happened here? Explain yourself!"

He was still, mouth agape and completely dazed, "I..." he couldn't even form a sentence.

"How odd..." Elsa, now more weary than before, cautiously turned her attention to the lad beside her, "What is your name?"

"Uh, Charles, your majesty!" The man stuttered. With a closer look at him now, he appeared to be no older than twenty.

"Charles." Elsa repeated, "Have the general detained for now, and questioned tomorrow morning."

"Yes ma'am!"

"I expect a full report afterwards. I will have a verdict by then." As Elsa finished, two arriving guards made their way into the courtyard to take the general by the arms and lead him away. Their expressions turned to that of horror upon seeing the ground littered with blood and death, but they did not let it deter them. Without another moment to spare, they were quickly making their way to the dungeons. Elsa took this moment to make her escape as well. This would bother her for the night. She knew that. It was another situation that was added to her already overflowing work load..

Walking down the hall, back towards her study, she stopped upon passing portraits of her ancestors and blood line. The lit candles illuminated the many faces spread across the walls. One portrait stood out among the others. Her family. She smiled at the painting of her parents, and they smiled back. 'If only you were here,' She thought, 'You'd know how to solve this situation. How to help the kingdom….i'm so lost.'. Her eyes trailed down and landed on the face that would haunt her the most.

'Anna'

She'd been missing for some time. From what Elsa was told, she disappeared a few weeks after the death of their parents. Elsa never imagined Anna would actually leave...she was so strong. She never gave up on anyone...but she did. Now the princess was nowhere to be found. Elsa remembered the last time Anna came to her door. It wasn't their most pleasant meeting. In fact, Elsa would rather not remember it at all. The ginger girl stood still, smiling at Elsa through the painting. Almost taunting her in a way. Elsa let out a shaky breath. She willed herself to turn away and continue down the hall. Once in her study, She slammed the door shut, closed her eyes, and leaned against it. The chaos, the general, the missing princess, and her deceased parents. It was all just too much. Where did everything go wrong? Was all of this somehow her fault? She wanted to cry...but she couldn't. Tears refused to form in her eyes. She was partially thankful. The queen couldn't afford to be weak in a time like this. She wanted to move..but she couldn't. Was she that tired? How long had it been since she's had a good nights rest without nightmares or insomnia keeping her from it? She wanted to empty her mind and relax...but she couldn't. In fact she couldn't do anything at all. Whether that was a good thing or a bad thing, it was concerning at the very least. It was as if she were frozen. Fear began to tug at her rapidly beating heart. Elsa tried her best to move but she couldn't. She couldn't do a single thing. She willed her closed eyes to open. Although it was fortunate that she could do at least that, she immediately wished she couldn't.

Elsa's breath hitched as she witnessed the body before her. A person, about her height, dressed in a black tunic and black pants. Their black boots were nearly knee high, and their fingerless gloves reached up to their elbows. They wore a black cape in which the hoodie covered their head but rested above their eyes. The nose and mouth were covered by an extended piece of cloth. They were practically unidentifiable. Not a feature was visible besides their eyes and fingertips. The queen, once again, tried to move, but to no avail. It was weird. Not even her powers would work; and they went haywire whenever she felt even the slightest bit of negative emotion. The queen's breathing began to quicken it's pace. She didn't know if she was on the verge of a panic attack, or just extremely irritated.

The figure in black raised their hands in assurance, like when one raises their hands to calm a an angry animal and prove that they mean no harm "Calm down your majesty, i'm not going to hurt you."

So they were female.

"Like I trust you. Why are you here? What do you want from me!?" The queen struggled against her current position against the door.

"For starters?" The woman chuckled, "I want you to lower your voice."

Elsa went quiet.

"Now I want you to sit down." The woman gestured towards Elsa's chair.

The queen obeyed.

None of these actions were made by her choice.

"Who are you!?" Elsa growled again, this time much quieter.

The woman sat down on the other side of the desk. She crossed her legs and leaned forwards, intertwining her hands as well, "Don't worry Queen Elsa. Believe it or not, I'm a friend."

"How'd you get into the castle, friend?" She couldn't add more venom to that word than she already did.

"Through the front doors of course. I just kept your guards preoccupied."

A moment of silence passed before the young royal had a sharp intake of air, "You...you did that? You killed those men!?"

The woman paused. Her eyes were wide for the moment, comprehending what the queen had said, "What? Oh no, I didn't kill anyone. I didn't know... I need a little more practice…" Her eyes strayed away for awhile, unfocused and confused.

"Practice for what? Breaking and Entering? Murder?" The queen scoffed. If only she could use her powers…

"You wouldn't understand. No one ever does." The woman sighed, turning her attention back to the immobilized royal, "My apologies for the inconvenience, but I mustn't digress. So, back to business."

"Business…" If it was unbecoming of a queen to roll her eyes, Elsa sure didn't care within that moment.

"Yes, business. Your assistance and complete support is needed, Your Majesty."

A second roll of icy blue eyes, "My help? My support? You killed three good men, framed the general, and took me as hostage-"

"Technically, I didn't kill those men, and you aren't taken hostage."

"I can't move-"

"But you're within your own home, and you are no pledge pending a fulfillment of any agreement-"

"No. The answer is no." The words were practically forced through gritted teeth, "If you wanted my help you could've gone about this in a more civil and organized way."

"I could've." The woman agreed, "But that would mean that I'd have to risk your whole staff being aware of my arrival. Which would make my job a lot more hard. It's easier if people remain indifferent. Clueless."

"That doesn't exactly help your case."

"Right. Then, just hear me out." The woman leaned back in her chair, thinking for a minute, eyes narrowed and focused on the queen, "Arendelle's gone to hell. In the midst of this, there is someone we believe might just be the reason behind your difficulty restoring it to what it once was. We want him. Alive. It would benefit you in the long run, trust me."

"You blame this all on one man? For you to know so much about his capabilities and possible whereabouts, I'd say there's a bit more to the story." It was around this time that the queen was able to feel control in her body again. She wiggled her fingers for assurance.

"Smart woman." The imposter chuckled, "You're right. There is more. We know this man personally. In fact, we may even be part of the cause for your nation's dramatic turn...but not directly."

"Elaborate."

"Where I come from, there are teachings and morals. Things we truly believe are necessary for live to go by smoothly. For everyone to be happy. Everyone is thankfully on one accord in regards to this. A handful of us actively share our beliefs with those we believe need to hear it. In this man's case, he was one of those people. He just didn't go about it the same way. He chose to...force the world to convert. In his words, 'save the world from itself'."

"And how do I exactly help you with this? Why can't you just find him and leave?"

"Well, we need protection, your majesty. You heard what I said about wanting to keep off of the map. It's safer if you're aware and helpful than apprehensive and seeking out. I'm sure your guards wouldn't be happy seeing a handful of...outcasts doing their job. Think of it as vigilantism. Not exactly within favor of law enforcement. In addition to that, the man we are in search for may have gathered his own little team of goons and henchmen. There's no guarantee violence won't ensue. The only way to bypass the law and ensure the secret of our intervention and identity is through you."

"You think that's something I want around my pe-"

"Your people will not be harmed," The woman interrupted, "you have my word."

Elsa was hesitant. Of course, she didn't truly believe every word coming out of this intruder's mouth. For all she knew, this could be a ploy. Something they set up to get money out of her. Cause a problem, then for a bit of coin, solve it. It's a common thing she's seen her parents deal with in their time of rule. However; she had been looking for a way to fix this. What if this were her only chance? What if this woman before her were telling the truth?

"If.." she began, "...I don't know."

The impostor sat straight, quickly taking advantage of the Queen's hesitance "What if I made you a promise?"

"That is?"

"What if I guarantee you that as long as we do our investigations here, we will also take up royal favors? Whatever you don't feel like risking your soldiers for, we'll handle; lawfully, might I add."

"Royal favors? What do you think I won't need my own army for? They are the ones sworn to protect this kingdom, not you."

"The violence happening at this moment is causing so many families to lose their homes, jobs, and farms. Food, water, and resources are more of a necessity than they have ever been." Why risk lives of good men, handling dangerous criminals, when you could have them safely provide for their people? Think about it. This would restore the faith in the army and in you. My team will handle criminal activity. The people don't know us. Criminals will see us as citizens simply fighting back. We don't follow rules, so that puts more fear in them than if you had your guards attempt to detain them."

"You said you'd handle it within the law." Elsa reminded

"Yes, I know, but also within reason! People don't fear prison. The fear death. Why arrest a murderer? A public execution would scare criminals into shape!"

"I refuse to allow executions under my rule, it's immoral! If you want my assistance you do things my way!" She would not allow this mysterious woman to forget the ranks here. She was queen, and she will not be undermined or manipulated.

The woman in black scoffed, "This is what is wrong with monarchies today," she mumbled, "Fine. As I promised. Your way, for your people. Anyone we find associating themselves with our guy will be handled as we see fit."

"Fair enough." Elsa agreed, "I assume you want payment for this deal?"

Beneath the mask, the woman smiled, "No thank you, your majesty. This isn't really for you. This is actually a job for us, and our people."

"You keep saying us and we. Exactly how many of you are there? Who are your people?" this put the queen at unease. She didn't fully trust this woman yet, let alone a large group of people like her.

"I can't tell you that yet."

"If i'm going to be working alongside you, I'd feel more comfortable knowing something about you."

There was a moment of silence before the woman in black nodded slowly. She sighed, standing from her seat. Elsa's eyes followed cautiously.

"Let's just say...we are all outcasts from society, families, or simply lost souls that no one bothered to help."

"How many of you are there?" Elsa repeated. Firmly this time, not allowing the question to be dodged again.

The woman looked her in the eyes, the same smirk still evident behind the mask, "All together? Bigger than your military. Only a handful of us, however, are within our personal army."

"In essence -correct me if i'm wrong- you have your own place of living where your citizenship matches that of my military, and you've gathered less than half of your people to combine a personal militia."

"Yes."

"And you happen to be head of said militia?"

"No."

"No?"

"I'm more like a second in command."

"Then who is your first?"

The intruder tsked, shaking her head in mock disappointment, "Now now, your highness. That's enough questioning for today, don't you think?"

Elsa hummed, "I should at least get a chance to meet them. Or perhaps meet your king or queen? I don't trust a group in which the higher power is all but visible."

"We don't live under absolute monarchy your majesty. As for the commander, you'll meet them eventually. But first," She held out her hand, "I want a royal promise. Do we have an understanding? A deal?"

Elsa thought for one more second. She had way more questions for this woman. In fact, she might've gained more after learning of their odd governmental choices. Regardless, there would be no other chance as big as this one to do something about her kingdom. She nodded, grasping onto the other woman's hand with a firm but soft grip, "We have a deal."

"Good." The woman breathed. She then abruptly turned towards the study's window, swiftly making her exit. She called out as she reached the ledge, "Expect us within forty-eight hours, your majesty-"

"Wait!" Elsa begged before the woman could leap. Her head turned to face the queen, eyebrow arched in patient question, "Can I at least get your first name?"

The woman cocked her head curiously, before turning back to the window and stepping out. She gave one more glance to the queen, "It's Belle."

Then she leaped.

~~000~~

3 years ago

One would call it a beautiful morning. The sun was shining high above the clouds. Birds were singing their daily songs, celebrating the summer's presence. Blissfully ignorant children were dancing under the big blue sky. Green covered the earth's floor and waved upon the branches on every tree. Plants and flowers made their existence known, standing upon the lands of every citizens' home, standing upon the open fields, standing upon pots on the merchant's booth, and standing upon the graves of the late King Agdar and Queen Idunn. Yes. One would call it a beautiful morning. Princess Anna, however, was not the one. It was only a couple of days ago that she had told her parents goodbye, watching them board the ship to attend the marriage in Corona between her cousin and some retired thief. Two days later she was told that the ship had sunk during a storm somewhere off of the coast of denmark. She didn't know how to move on. They were the only family that she could talk to. The only family that she could see and touch. Her sister was locked away in her room, no longer accessible to the fifteen year old. So now, she was alone. Her family had fallen apart. Her parents had left her. So she was alone. It was only around this time that Anna began to really see life for what it was. Whilst half of the kingdom was mourning her parents death, the other half took advantage of the fact that, for the time being, the monarchy had crumbled. Until Elsa became queen, more laws were being broken. Luckily, people still lived in fear of the military, so nothing too serious would happen...well, besides a couple assassination attempts on the sister's lives; but what royal didn't have those? In any case, the rebelling people only held back due to that said fear. The militia wasn't actually doing anything. They "couldn't". Well, at least that's what they said. They insisted that they needed proper orders from authority; that if they acted by themselves, there would be an increased risk of abuse of power, citizen manipulation, and that the military would divide itself on different opinions in regards to how to handle a situation.

Watching the kingdom slowly but surely fall helped Anna realize more than she thought she would. For starters, they were doomed. Now that she was aware of it, the idea that everything relied on one or two people in power was ridiculous. In essence, their government; an absolute monarchy. The princess wasn't one for politics, but after her parents died, she felt that she owed them something. So she took it upon herself to do something they always wished she would do. Pay attention during her lessons. It was all she could think of seeing as though there weren't much that they wanted from her. All the stress and time they put into finding Anna different types of tutors and even occasionally teaching her themselves would not go to waste. It wasn't much, but at least it was something they'd be proud of her for if they were alive. She even took time out of her day to do her own research, and boy was she glad she did. It was this very type of monarchism that destroyed governments. When the top dog went down, if there was no one to immediately step up, so did everyone else. All the princess could do was watch. Personally, she believed that there needed to be either individual ruling, where everyone could rely on themselves and no one would suffer because of another, basically a form of democracy, or at least have some type of damn parliament, a constitutional monarchy in other words. The second thing Anna realized is how little the kingdom actually cared about her parents.

Her parents were nothing but glue to them. The things keeping the kingdom together and functioning. She used to believe that her parents were loved because of their kindness and chivalry. In truth? They were just what their title held them to be. King and Queen. People to fear and worship. The funny thing about this was that Anna didn't even hold it against the people. She blamed her parents. They never put in serious efforts to give the kingdom a reason to love them. When people mourned their deaths, they never said how wonderful the king and queen were to people, or how they treated others. They said things like "They were great rulers." or even, "I never worried with them in power.". Their deaths were nothing but a negative impact on politics.

The last thing the princess realized was the lack of discipline. Even as she sat in her room, criminals were running through the kingdom, villages, and towns. She never realized exactly what negative events were happening throughout the lands. She was so sheltered. So blind. At first, she used to believe that no matter the wrong someone had committed, it could be forgiven; but with the rumors and gossip shared between maids and servants within the castle, she couldn't help but to hear about the orphan boy, trying to make money to survive by selling papers in the streets, get robbed and stabbed to death. Or even the old, blind lady who was killed behind some stables over a basket of baked bread. She couldn't help but learn about the gangs that formed, or the women raped, or the children kidnapped. This was all happening right under her nose; and no one feared anything more than jail time. It could change. All it took was for someone of authority to decree a death penalty, or actively exile the perpetrators. Unfortunately, however, that all depended on the morals of the current royal. If Anna knew one thing about Elsa...it's that she despised the idea of a public execution, or the killing of someone at all. Though, Anna would be lying if she said she didn't think the same thing once upon a time. The difference now is that she's grown, and she was no longer naive. No. She was more knowledgeable than those who knew her would think.

Anna sighed, lifting herself off of her queen sized bed and shoving on her slippers. After a quickly freshening herself up and looking as presentable as she needed, she made her way through the halls, mumbling small greetings to familiar servants as she went. Entering the dining hall, she sat at the large table. There were enough chairs to fit at least ten people. Imagine being the only one. She didn't bother more than a grunt to Gerda as the old woman placed multiple plates of pancakes, eggs, bacon, sausages, grits, fruit, cheese, and a cup of tea before the fifteen year old. Anna didn't know whether she should've been offended or not by the large quantity of food they placed before her. It was only her there to eat it. They could either be mocking her loneliness, or trying to make her feel better by not lessening the amount and making it painfully obvious that she would be the only one eating. Which she would be if she were hungry. Regardless of her broken appetite, she nibbled through what she could. She didn't want to be rude to her cooks.

While her body was focused on digesting the solids, her mind was stuck on a conversation she overheard the other day between the top servants Gerda and Kai. They were discussing what to do with her sister, and how the council would try to do what they could for the falling kingdom. Anna wanted so badly to volunteer to step in. She wanted to help, to bring Arendelle back to its feet while her sister did nothing, locked away in her personal prison...but she knew how that would go. She'd be laughed at, mocked and scolded for even considering such a thing. Not just because she was a child, but because she was never seen as worthy of such a position. She was the clumsy child. The mistake waiting to happen. The disaster. No one even knew of the new found knowledge she possessed. Anna looked down at her half finished plate. Refusing to force anymore of it down her throat, she took a couple of sips of her tea and stood from her seat. There was something she needed to do. It had been a while, but she wanted to try one more time.

She started down the corridor, ignoring the whispers of ignorant, gossiping servant women. She knew what they were saying about her. She knew what everyone was saying about her. It's kind of hard not to when you go from being the castle's walking ball of sunshine and energy to a soulless, zombified, barely functioning vessel. Although, if she were to be completely honest, she didn't mind what people had to say. She didn't mind that people felt uneasy with her around, or the intimidating presence she now had. No. The only thing she minded was the pity. She hated it. They looked at her like she was weak. Like she was some lost child that needed saving. Yet, she knew the truth. She wasn't the one that needed saving. No. It was all of them. It was all of Arendelle. She had always been far from salvation. She had always been outcasted. She just never knew it until now. The moment she was born was the moment she was disowned by society. Second born child of royalty... No. Second born daughter of royalty. She would've atleast had a chance if she were male. Even though the Act of Settlement had long allowed daughters to take the throne before their younger brothers, being born male had always had benefits whether you would be king or not. Despite that, she was basically just...a spare. She wasn't needed for ruling, nor was she eligible for military service. She was practically nothing, and everyone, save for her parents, Gerda, Kai, and sister at one point, treated her as such, save for when she was actively their source of entertainment. She was oftentimes ignored unless someone felt the need to scold her. Whenever her tutors gave up on her, one of their excuses were always that it wouldn't matter seeing as though she wouldn't be needed for anything, so she wouldn't need political and economical education or experience in the long run. The only thing she could be used for was becoming princess consort in another man's castle. A child bearer. This she knew upon hearing her parents speaking to other kingdom's representatives or dukes. They'd speak of marrying her off. Anna knows she would've been happier and better off remaining ignorant to all of this, but nonetheless, she's glad she isn't.

She was knocked out of her thoughts upon arriving at her destination.

Elsa's room.

The last time she had knocked on this door it was to remind Elsa that their parents would be gone for a while, and that she could come out of her room while they weren't there. Anna took a deep breath. As much as she hated to admit it, she needed her sister. Elsa was her last hope. Her only family left. She was the thread that Anna was desperately hanging onto. The thread keeping her connected to hope, love, and happiness. She placed her bare knuckles against the cold wood and tapped against it lightly in the pattern and rhythm of that God forsaken tune, "Elsa?" she choked, her voice raspy and dry from the lack of use over the past few days besides when she cried, "It's me. Anna...I need you." She waited.

"Please, Elsa."

And waited.

"Don't...don't do this to me."

And waited. There was nothing. Nothing but the unnaturally cold air that managed to slip past her fur slippers.

"Damn it, Elsa! Please!"

She waited

"...Elsa"

And waited

It got colder

And she waited

And waited

And finally…

That tight thread...snapped

I am so uncomfortable with this chapter oh my goodness! I feel like it's actually really bad. But I give myself credit. I read over it so many times to get it right.

Don't worry everyone. Anna's angst won't make her heartless and cruel. Just realistic and very mature. She'll still be funny though, I promise. She'll have her own sense of humor. There won't be a ton of bad words within this...but anytime there is, it'll probably be from Anna's foul mouth.

If you want to know what Belle's outfit looked like, here's a link.

: / / www. Pinterest pin / 526428643925304900 /

I placed spaces because this darn website won't allow me to post an actual link smh.

I answer question and concerns every chapter before it begins so hit me with whatever you got. Until next time.

(PS. I take constructive criticism)

(PSS. I thought this was longer when I typed it...it was 13 freaking pages on google drive.)

-HOSFfanatic