Hello again everyone. I know it has been a while but hopefully this is the comeback. For this story I am restarting it but keeping the basics the same. I hope you enjoy reading it and please review, follow and favourite. Disney owns frozen and Bethesda owns fallout unfortunately. non- incest. Eventual Elsanna.
She felt like shit. Looking around her she found herself in some form of metal box which ice coated the inside of. She saw a window in front of her but the ice covering it was too thick to see through and wasn't very big either. She placed a hand on the window to try and wipe some of the ice away but gasped when she saw the colour of her hand. Her hand was nearly as white as snow. Carefully she placed her hand back on the glass and to her surprise she couldn't feel the cold bite of the ice on her palm or fingers. She began furiously wiping away the ice blocking her view to the outside world and bit by bit it began to melt and break away reviling to her a line of metal boxes just like the one she was in with tubes and pipes feeding into them probably supplying air to their occupants. She began to look around for some form of handle or latch so she could get of this cursed thing. On the top right-hand side of the box she spotted an emergency release button but first she had break the ice-covered glass. Quickly taking a few deep breaths, she slammed her elbow into the emergency release with a satisfying shatter and a painful crunch but was reward with a screech and whining as hydraulic pumps lifted the front of her cell away. With nothing blocking her way she pushed herself off whatever it was she was sitting on and took a step out into what seemed to be a bunker of sorts but the ground quickly came up to meet her and her body slammed into the metal grating that was the floor.
"FUCK!" Her legs felt like haven't been used in a while and her feet had the onset of pins and needles. Planting both hands on the floor she pushed herself up only to come face to face with skull. Letting out a horrific scream as she flung herself away from it. Pressing herself against the chamber next to hers she looked over to find it was someone's full skeletal remains sitting up against the chamber across from her with a bottle of whisky in their left hand and a 10mm pistol in their right. How long was she in that thing for? The skeleton was wearing a lab coat with the words Vault-Tec stitched on to it. Vault-Tec? It was like a dam bursting as her recent memory came flooding back to her.
"I don't want to set the world on fire... I just want to start a flame in your heart..." The sweet melody of the Ink Sports sung through the radio as she paced her quarters back and forth wearing the rubber soles of her boots away. Her right hand was placed protectively over her stomach while she chewed on the nails of her other. She had to tell him it was protocol and she needed his help. Steeling her resolve she placed her cap on and marched out of the room and down the long metal corridors dimly lit by white neon lights. Now of night, the corridors where deserted apart from the occasional patrol who saluted her she walked by. The only other person she knew to be up at this early hour was her commanding officer. She had known the man for nearly nine years and was the only person she could trust and rely on here in this godforsaken place. As she walked, light echoes could be heard as if the metal walls were carrying screams from deep down in the depth of the base. She hated this place. Arriving at her CO's office door she gave three sharp knocks and quietly waited for a reply.
"Enter!" A rough male voice answered. Pressing the bottom to her right the door slid up allowing her access to the office. Coming to attention at the door her right hand snapped up to the side of her eye and back down in a crisp salute to her commanding officer.
"Lieutenant Winter what can I do for you this early in the morning?" The Captain smiled at his old friend.
" Permission to speak freely and in private sir?" Captain Maxson could see the fear in his friends' eyes and knew something was making her uncomfortable. He gestured to the seat in front of his desk which was quickly filled by his fidgety lieutenant. He had first met her in anchorage when her platoon was trapped behind the Chinese lines and his battalion was sent in to rescue the marines. He still found it funny that the marines were so adamant that they didn't need rescued and a lot of them still believe that including the lieutenant in front of him.
"So why this early visit?" his curios gaze fell to where her hand was placed over her middle. She just looked at him but no words came out. Her mouth slightly ajar and a face of a deer caught in head lights Maxson took pity on her.
"Take it congratulations are in order then." She smiled a sigh of relieve at seeing Roger grinning from ear to ear. Both started laughing and it felt like old times before they were posted in this facility. The two officers relaxed into their seats as the laughing subsided. Time to ask for that favour then.
"Roger. I need to ask you a favour? I need to get out of this place." Roger looked to the pleading brunette and could only sympathies with her situation. He had a young son who lived on base with his mother, his wife.
"Well I can start the transfer process but it might take a while." Roger began typing into his terminal looking for the appropriate forms when a loud screech echoed in the small space. Looking from the terminal he saw the marine towering over him hands firmly placed on his desk looking desperately at him.
"I need to get out of here tonight Roger! Please. I... I can't be here. Not now that I'm pregnant. " His friend was nearly in tears as she begged in front of him. Roger sighed. If it had been anyone Else he would have told them to fuck off and get back to duty before they face a court martial but this wasn't anyone. This was his friend. This was the woman who dragged his shot ass through a mile of snow to a medic. She was the reason he could play with his son during leave and dance with his wife after a candle lit dinner and now she was asking the same. The ability to play with her child and see he or she grow up. Looking at the phone on his desk a plan began to form.
"Go back to your quarters and pack while I'll see what I can do. " The Marine walked around the desk and hugged her friend tightly to which roger replied in kind.
"Think you roger." That was the last words spoken as the marine unlatched herself from Roger and practically ran to her room and began stuffing all her processions into her duffle bag. After an hour of waiting a knock sounded from her door. Moving towards the door a sudden sense of unease fell over her as her hand hovered over the open switch.
"Who is it?" She couldn't do anything to hide the shakiness in her voice.
"It's Doctor Facilier, mademoiselle." Her fingers refused to push the switch upon hearing the thick New Orleans accent on the other side of the door. She knew why he was hear but what she didn't know was how he found out. Her fingers seemed to involuntary flick the switch which revealed the person standing outside her room grinning from ear to ear. She looked at the man in front of her with the feeling of utter disgust running up her spine.
"That's lieutenant to you Doctor, now what can I do for you this early in the morning Doctor." The marine sallow her hatred for the Doctor as she answered him.
"I heard you had some good news and I came to a very sincere congratulations mademoiselle." Her fists balled at the poison words being spat from his mouth. There was something very strange and eerie about him and most of the soldiers stationed here tried to avoid him at all cost.
"For the last time it is lieutenant, Doctor and if you don't mind I have work to do." With the last word, she shut the door on the Doctor. Finally, as the sun rose she stood in front of her old friend wishing him a fair well and thanking him for everything he had done for her. The driver of her car honked the horn impatiently waiting her his passenger. No final words were said as she stepped into the car and faded of into the distance. She considered the rear-view mirror to see Doctor Facilier approaching Roger and then they were just specs on the horizon.
Blinking several times, she began to look around and recognised that she was in a vault. A vault. They did it, gone it was all gone. She began frantically looking in a panicked state for anything of her old life to grip on to but it was just a lot of cold metal surrounding her, just another chamber only bigger. Looking back towards her own chamber she noticed writing on the front of it. Standing she brushed the frost covering away making the writing legible.
Subject: CF0011
LT WINTER, ELSA
Well I hoped you enjoyed ch 1 of the restart and again please review, constructive criticism welcome. So until next time safe travels.
