Elsa didn't care much for undercover missions. She didn't hate them per say, but she just didn't like all the excessive planning one had to do to complete them. On a regular retrieval or assassination mission, it was simple. You snuck into the place, you capture or kill the target, and you get out. It was simple, and while it did require careful planning, it wasn't nearly as time consuming.

On undercover missions however you had to learn everything about the target, and the target's environment. Multiple people who surrounded him, the layout of everywhere the target went, schedules. It was a lot of work. Nothing beyond Elsa's capability, but still irksome. It was unfortunate that she happened to be the most efficient at these types of mission, so the agency always put her on the job.

She also hated having to go in disguised. Most of the time she get stuck as a secretary or a waitress at the building her target worked or ate it. It presented multiple chances to pull off the job, and it made it easy to get close to the person she was after. In this case she was after another agent.

The agency had plenty of rivals in the assassination and retrieval business. They usually just ignored them since they weren't a threat. All of their agents were the best of the best, and even when they had competition on the job they more often than not got it done swiftly and efficiently. But when someone was becoming a thorn in their side, they were targeted.

Her target was someone who apparently went by 'Jack Frost'. Elsa was sure that couldn't be his real name. Agents who'd been in the business long enough always got nicknames. From what she had heard he had outwitted five of their agents, picking off their targets with ease. They had no idea what agency he worked for, or even how he had killed off the targets.

The only real thing they had to work off of was a picture and his calling card which was a snowflake. The fact that he even left a calling card told Elsa he was either a talented rookie trying to make a name, or a cocky veteran. He looked pretty young, so she was going with the former. She still remembered seeing him on video during the debriefing. How he had flashed a cocky smile towards the camera. Like he was mocking them. Daring them to try and stop him.

She had wanted to wipe that smirk off his face, but she didn't think she's have to be stuck in this stupid outfit to do it. Apparently the agency had gotten a tip that Jack's next target would be some senator who frequently visited this casino. While they had no interest in the senator, they did see it as a chance to finally nail Jack.

Her job was to capture and interrogate Jack, then off him. It seemed simple enough. He'd be so focused on his target she could easily swoop in a capture him. The only problem was getting into the casino. She had planned to go in as a guest, but the agency had wanted to be cautious and have her scout the place out.

She couldn't keep showing up as a guest. It would definitely get her noticed and jeopardize the mission. So they got her a job there instead. Elsa scowled at the memory. She's gone undercover for plenty of jobs before. Stewardess, gardener, teacher, even a janitor. But this one had to take the cake.

She didn't know which one of those perverts thought it'd be funny to employ her as a playboy bunny, but she was going to kill them when she found out. They had claimed that it was supposed to make it easier to get close to him. From the little info they could collect about Jack they found out he liked to flirt, and had a preference for blondes.

Elsa however just thought they wanted to see her in a bunny suit. She had been working the bar all day and while she had been hit on by a number of men, none of them had been Jack Frost. She was starting to wonder if he had even showed up. "Hey, blondie. If you're done zoning out can I get my drink?"

Her eyes snapped up to see a muscular grey haired man in front of her. He had tattoos all over his arms too. "Oh, I'm sorry sir. What can I get you?" She asked politely.

The man shook his head at her. "Crown Royal and Coke." Elsa nodded and began turning around and mixing the drink together. She had experience mixing drinks together before. Not because of any jobs she'd had. She just liked the occasional drink every now and then. As she mixed it together she glanced over to the side, trying to see if she could spot Jack.

You'd think finding someone as pasty looking as him would be easy, but she hadn't seen a single hair. "Hey Sheila, focus on the drink." Elsa heard the man behind her say before feeling a sharp slap on her rear. She stood there for a moment wide eyed, then frowned. She wanted to turn around and kill this guy. She'd already thought of five different ways to do it without anyone noticing.

But instead she took a deep breath. Killing a bystander would get her an earful when she got back, and having him kicked out would bring her unwanted attention. "Of course, apologies sir." She said pushing down the urge to turn around and snap his neck.

"Don't apologize, just hurry up."

Elsa sighed and kept working on the drink. "Geez man, lighten up. She's doing the best she can." Another voice cut in. Elsa glanced behind her and held back a gasp. Standing at the counter next to the man was none other than Jack Frost. He was wearing a tuxedo with a dark blue bow tie. Elsa had to admit, he did look handsome. Shame she'd have to kill him.

The man beside him waved him off and mumbled something under his breath. Elsa turned around and handed him his drink. "Here you are sir." The man took the drink and walked off, without leaving a tip. Elsa was starting to think that after she dealt with Frost she'd pay a little visit to that bozo next.

Jack shook his head. "Well, isn't he a barrel of monkey's." He said looking after the man. He then turned towards Elsa. "So, do you deal with guys like that all day? Must be a real pain in the ass… no pun intended."

She shrugged. "Their not usually as bad as him. They normally have the common sense to keep their hands off the girls. I could have had him kicked out, but he isn't worth it." She explained. "So sir, can I get you anything to drink?" She asked.

Jack looked up in thought. "Hmm, let me think. I guess I'm in the mood for a Southern Comfort on the rocks." He said smirking. "You do know how to make those don't you?"

She scoffed. "Of course. But are you sure you can handle something like that? May be a little too much for you." She teased.

He chuckled. "We'll just have to see about that now won't we?" He said winking at her.

Elsa turned and began mixing the drink together. "So, are you enjoying the casino sir?"

"It's certainly lively, and I do enjoy a good party seen. But I'm not too fond of the crowd. These are the rich old stiff types you know? Trying to act all sophisticated." Jack said. "I'm really only here because my friend dragged me along with him."

Elsa turned around and handed him his drink. "Well, hopefully this will make things a little easier to tolerate." She said taking a bit of pleasure from the surprised look on Jack's face.

"Wow, you work fast." He said taking the glass.

She shrugged. "I take pride in being good at my job." That was the truth. "So you're just visiting huh? How do you like it here in Ledyard?" If she could just steer the conversation the right way, she could find out just what she needed.

"Not bad. Little hot out for my taste." Jack said. "Nice view though."

She was pretty sure he was talking about her right now, but she didn't react to it. "Really? Must be a pretty nice hotel you're staying at."

"That it is. But enough about me, what about you. What is the most beautiful girl I've ever seen doing working as a bunny at a casino?" He asked leaning against the counter.

She cursed her luck. She had been so close to figuring out where he was staying. But at least she was still holding a conversation with him. "I love the drink. So I figured why not make a living from it." She said simply. "What about you Mr...?"

"Frost. Jack Frost."

Elsa kept the look of surprise on her face. Was he actually using his nickname as a cover? He couldn't be that stupid could he? "So Mr. Frost, what do you for a living?"

He rubbed his chin. "That's a pretty tricky question. I usually jump from job to job. I do whatever I think is interesting at the time. Right now… I'm trying to court a beautiful bunny into coming back to my hotel with me." He said cupping her chin.

She smiled. He really was a pretty charming guy. She almost felt bad about what she was going to do to him. "So you're a charmer then?"

"If that's what you call it. So how about it? My place?"

This couldn't have worked out any better. She had hoped to just find out where he lived. Now he was going to lead her right there so they could be alone. There wouldn't be a better chance than this. "Sounds interesting." She said making her way around the counter.

She could care less if her boss found out at this point. Once she captured Jack all of this would be over anyway. And she could burn this stupid costume. Jack offered his arm and she took it before the two strolled out together.

"My hotel isn't far from here. But if you want to change then we can-"

"Don't worry about it. It'll make things a bit more fun." She said smiling slyly. Jack smiled back and Elsa knew she had him. When it came down to it, men always let the wrong head make the decisions for them.

Needless to say, Jack was eager to get to his hotel room. It had been close by, only a block away. When they got up to his room Jack opened the door and stood aside. "Ladies first." He said winking at her. She smiled and nodded before entering inside. Then she felt something pressed up against her back. "Hands up, don't move, and don't scream."

Elsa grew wide eyed. She was about to turn around, but then she hard a click. She frowned and reluctantly raised her hands into the air. "What are you doing?" She asked. She very much doubted playing dumb would get her out of it, but it was worth a shot.

Jack chuckled. "I don't know much about you Ice Queen, but I'd have to be a rookie to not even recognize you." Elsa gritted her teeth. He even knew her nickname. So he had known all along? "You know I knew you were a bomb shell, but that outfit just cranks it up to eleven. I mean you fill that out really nicely."

"Thanks." Elsa said sarcastically.

"Alright Ice Queen. Step forward and drop the weapons you're carrying on you."

Elsa scoffed. "Does it look like I can hide anything in this thing?" She asked. It was a lie of course. She had two knives and a pistol on her, but he didn't necessarily know that.

"I've handled more than my fair share of female agents. I've seen them hide a lot more with a lot less on. Now drop the weapons. Or I can just strip you down." He offered.

She rolled her eyes and walked forward and pulled out two knives from the tail of her costume before dropping them onto the ground. "Satisfied?" She asked.

He kept his gun on her. "The pistol." Elsa cursed under her breath before pulling a small pistol out from the front of her costume. "There we go. Now we can get started."

Elsa hung from the ceiling, her wrists tied tightly together, and her ankles spread apart by a spreader bar. Jack hadn't stripped her down like she usually did with those she interrogated. She didn't know if he just didn't need to, or if he just like seeing her in this god damned costume. Either way she was thankful. Being captured was embarrassing enough. She didn't think she could handle bring stripped down on top of that.

She couldn't believe this. She'd never been captured before. She had always been careful about avoiding her enemy. Even if she couldn't get the better of them, she'd always been able to escape. But Jack had planned her capture out perfectly. She'd fallen right into his hands. And now she was going to be interrogated, and probably tortured from the looks of it.

It wasn't like she had never expected it. They had trained her to be able to endure torture back when she was in training. But now that it was actually happening it was… not scary, but nerve wrecking. She didn't let that show on her face though. If he picked up that she was nervous then he'd already won the battle mentally.

"Alright Ice Queen, what's say we get started?" Jack said walking around her. He was still flashing her that charming smile. But right now she wanted nothing more than to punch it right off his face.

"I'm not going to tell you anything. So you may as well kill me now."

He shook his head. "Oh come on. I'm many things Ice Queen, and a gentleman is one of them. I wouldn't bring myself to kill a lady." He said before making his way over to the drawer behind her. "But if you're really not going to be a good girl and tell me what I want, I might need to punish you."

Elsa wondered what he was planning. She had gone through torture drills before, and she was prepared for just about anything. At least that's what she'd thought until he pulled out a wooden cane. She stared, stunned by what she was seeing, but then glared at him. "You… you wouldn't dare." She growled.

Jack walked in front of her. "If you tell me who you're working for then I won't have to." He said raising her chin with the cane. "I won't even ask your real name. Just tell me who you work for and I'll let you go and pretend like this never happened."

"Please. You honestly think I'm going to fall for that?" There was no way he was going to let her go when this was all said and done. Letting another agent go was just asking for trouble. They almost always axed rival agents off after interrogations. "You may have captured me, but I have no intention of telling you anything."

Jack faked a disappointed look. "Well, suit yourself. Looks like I'm blistering bunny butt tonight." He said tapping the cane against her butt. The bunny suit did very little to help. She might as well have been bare bottomed.

"If you hit me with that damn thing I swear I'll-" A swish went through the air, followed by a loud THWACK. Elsa winced in pain. "God dammit!"

Jack chuckled. "Someone has a mouth on her." He said before swinging again. THWACK! Elsa once again winced in pain. "You feel like you're in a talking mood yet Ice Queen?"

"Shut up." She growled. THWACK! "Gah! Fuck!"

"Oh, that nasty little mouth again." THWACK! Elsa wanted to reach back and rub her stinging butt, but the rope kept her hands firmly in place. "Didn't your parents tell you a proper lady uses proper speech?" He asked jokingly.

She glared at him. "Fuck off." THWACK! Elsa yelped in pain. "Damn it!" THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! "Oh, ouch!" Elsa tried to hobble forward, but the spreader made it too difficult to move. The few inches she did manage to move were pointless anyway.

Jack grabbed her by the tail and pulled her back. "Ah, where do you think you're going?" He said giving her another strike. THWACK! Elsa gritted her teeth. "You know all of this could be over if you just told me who you're working for."

"I'm not telling you anything." Elsa said firmly.

He smiled before once again tapping the cane against her bottom. "You really are a feisty one." Jack said pulling up on the back of her costume. Elsa gasp as she felt it riding up her crotch. "I like them that way." He said pulling a little harder.

Elsa groaned in discomfort. "When I get out of this, I'm going to kill-" THWACK! "UH!"

THWACK! "Damn it!"

THWACK! "OH!"

THWACK! "FUCK!"

THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!

Jack kept swinging the cane, striking her bottom. He watched as the cane formed line after line down her cheeks. Elsa struggled against her restraints, but it did her no good. She was helpless, completely at the mercy of the man with the cane.

After taking god knows how many more stinging strikes it finally seemed to stop. Elsa sighed in relief. She wasn't sure how much more of this she could take. She turned her head and saw Jack was pressing onto some device in his ear. "Yeah?" he asked.

Elsa knew he must have been talking with someone. Probably the people he was working for. But she couldn't hear whoever was on the other line. "Yes, I have her right here." He said giving her an extra hard THWACK with the cane.

She whimpered. She wasn't proud of it, but at this point pride wasn't very high on her list of priorities right now. "Of course I've been working her, but she's a tough one. She won't tell me anything." Jack said turning around. "What? But I've just been getting started. Can't you just… okay, fine."

He turned around and then frowned. "Sorry Ice Queen, but fun time is over." He said stepping in front of her. Elsa scowled. If his time was up then that meant she was done for. She was dead. Jack reached a hand up towards her face, and she braced herself. He was probably going to snap her neck.

To her surprise however he instead grabbed her chin. She opened her eyes just in time to see him learning forward to press his lips against her own. Elsa was shocked. She barely had any time to register what was happening. His lips were… soft. Warm. The opposite of what she thought kissing him would be like.

He pressed a little harder against her lips, and Elsa was ashamed to have let a moan of pleasure escape her. She could feel Jack smirking in amusement. After a few more seconds, he pulled back. "I'll catch you later Ice Queen. Don't worry, I'll leave my calling card back at the casino. Your agency should be able to connect the dots and come get you soon enough."

Elsa stared at him in shock. "You're… you're not going to kill me? Why?"

"I told you, I'd never kill a lady. And you are one hell of a lady." He said while picking up his suit case. "Really is too bad we had to cut it short. Don't worry though, next time I'll show you some real fun." He said winking at her.

Her face turned red. She told herself it was from anger, but embarrassment. "The next time I see you, I'm going to kill you."

"We'll see. But before I leave." He lifted the cane once more. THWACK! Elsa reeled her head back and groaned in pain. "One to grow on. And watch that mouth of your next time, or else it'll be worst." He said before leaving.

Elsa stared at the door. Was he seriously just going to leave her alive? Just like that? How cocky was he? Didn't he know leaving rival agents alive, especially ones you had direct contact with, only put a target on your back. Jack Frost was certainly a weird one.

And one she was determined to put a bullet in.