JQ: Welcome to my AU fic friends! I'm using the main OC from "That Can Be Arranged". This fic is Modern AU and will be based in Toronto, Ontario, Canada because #Reppin' and #I'm too lazy to do too much research.
I really loved my OC so here she is, in all her glory. be prepared to see other characters from Disney movies like Atlantis, Mulan, Treasure Planet and the Incredibles.
Have fun with my randomness! I'll still be updating "Arranged Yet Unexpected", this was more of an 'on the side' kinda shindig.
Happy reading!
And I own nada!
P.s. Lucius is Frozone ;)
What The Hell Are You Doing Here?
[Frozen AU o/c]
Elsa groaned, as she woke. It was Monday and she shouldn't have gone drinking last night. Who the fuck goes to a strip club on Sundays? She asked herself. Obviously, she did. She sat up and tugged the sheets closer to her and realized that her skin was touching the fabric.
She was naked.
Oh shit.
She had exited the strip club, that evening, with another woman. She had originally showed up just to drink and ogle at the half-naked women, but of course somebody had to catch her eye. The woman was slender, tall, graceful and ever the seductress. Of course she had to give in to her, even if it was just for the night. Actually, especially just for the night.
"You're so tense," the raven-haired woman purred against her ear, "you should let me fix that." Elsa pulled her in for a searing kiss and leaned back against a random car in the parking lot. The woman's hands cascaded down her sides, resting on her hips.
Elsa wanted them somewhere else.
"I thought that was the point." Elsa replied before pulling the woman against her again.
"Mine or yours?" she asked. Elsa's eyes visibly darkened as they looked into her hazel-eyed lover.
"Yours."
She chanced a glance to her left and saw a tanned back with thick black hair over broad shoulders. She sighed and collapsed onto the bed again. Stop sleeping with random women! Elsa scolded herself. She was a married woman, for God's sake. Albeit, her husband was a beard and so was she, but she needed to get herself in check. It was the start of the summer and she had way too much on her plate.
She glanced back over at the sleeping woman and smiled sadly. That was probably the best I've had in a while...Elsa said. She quickly shook her head, ridding herself of these thoughts. She needed to leave. She got up and got dressed. Thankfully, her GPS said she wasn't too far from her own home. She grabbed her purse and pulled out a sticky note and placed in on the door.
'Thank you ;)'
Satisfied with her message, the platinum blonde quietly exited the apartment and made the walk of shame to the streetcar stop.
...
Thankfully, the streetcar was empty so she managed to get ready and make it to city hall in time for the council meeting. Shortly after her arrival, the mayor called on her to speak.
"Counselor Eriksson; your proposal please?" Mayor Mode stated, fixing up her pile of documents. Elsa Eriksson stood slowly and began her proposal, without a hitch.
"I propose more funding for the downtown divisions." Elsa stated, sternly. A few whispers were heard around the city hall situation room, however she was fully prepared for that reaction. "It has come to my attention that there is a hefty amount of gang violence occurring, especially conspiring in the last few weeks. Five civilians caught in a crossfire, one mistaken identity, eighteen counts of attempted murder...need I go on, Mr. Speaker?" murmurs began to fill the air.
"Where would we get the funding?" one person asked. Elsa crossed her arms and sighed.
"Where do we get the rest of our funding?" She asked, rhetorically. "The local precincts need more equipment, to keep up with their new tasks. If we can just re-evaluate the current budget, I'm sure the proper changes can be made, without harming all the other precious town projects. Like the new parking on the street law." Elsa sat back and watched as those murmurs became nods and silent agreements. She smirked and began to write down in her notepad. Another successful project, she thought.
She began to text Chief Lyle Rourke. He was a good friend of hers and together they would most likely be organizing the new budget, when it goes through of course. She was about to put her phone away, when it began to ring. It was Rourke. She got up, quietly, and made her way to the hallway. Once she was sure that she wouldn't disturb the town hall meeting, she picked it up.
"Chief," she greeted solemnly, "I take it you got my message."
"Yes, Counselor." he answered, "I'd like to thank you, on behalf of all the Central Toronto divisions for your vigorous research and planning in this proposal. In other words; thanks for thinking about us, little guys." she could hear his smile.
"Well hold off on the champagne," she said, "I plan on visiting 52, in about," she glanced at her watch, "an hour or so. Is that alright?"
"That's perfectly fine. I'll have my best officers give you the grand tour and a ride along. Sound good?"
"Sounds perfect."
"They're in a case, right now, so they may be a bit tardy." he warned. She smiled into the phone.
"That's fine. I put full trust in you judgment and our front-line officers."
...
"Jesus! Martinez! Watch where you're going! Do you have a death wish?!" Detective Lucius Best shouted at his lunatic partner. Detective Fría Martinez was certainly one for the books. Fría laughed as she swerved in and around other cars, that were going the speed limit.
"Relax, Lucy," she smiled, "I need to keep up with our suspects!" she sped up and quickly cut off a car on her left side. The sirens, from their undercover car, were deafening. So were Lucius' screams of horror.
"They've got a Lambo, idiot! We're driving a goddamn Prius!" Lucius argued, but the young woman just scoffed.
"Hey! Believe in Patricia, okay? She's gotten us through some tough shit." Fría began to stroke the car's dashboard and coo at it. "Ain't that right, baby?" Lucius made a face.
"Stop speaking to the car like that, it makes me uncomfortable."
"Your face makes me uncomfortable." Lucius laughed.
"Good one, Detective Martinez." he said. She was about to retort, until she laid eyes on the vehicle that they were in pursuit of. The raven-haired woman smirked and cast a glance at her partner.
"Hang on, Lucy!" she quickly shifted gears, almost giving him whiplash.
"Shiiiiiiit!" he gripped the bottom of the seat. Lucius was pretty certain that he was going to die today. "God," he began to beg the deity for forgiveness, "I'm sorry that I ever associated with a heathen, such as this crazy bitch."
"Come off it, Luce! Ya know ya love meh!" The suspect's lambo made a sharp left, so Fría shifted gears again and made the sharp turn too. "WOO!" she shouted, as she rounded the corner. Lucius continued to scream, until they stopped. The suspect parked his car and began to run on foot. He bounded down the street, and into the nearest McDonald's.
"Cool, I was in the mood for some McNuggets." Fría said, parking the car. "Let's get a move on, Luce!" she quickly parked the Prius and got out of the car. Lucius was following behind her. They aggressively kicked the automatic door open, and began to scavenge for their suspect, in the McDonald's.
They quickly ran after their suspect, crashing into many civilians in their pursuit. Eventually, they cornered him in the men's bathroom.
"FREEZE, MOTHERFUCKAH!" Fría cried, holding out her taser.
"What my partner means is; GET YOUR DAMN HANDS WHERE I CAN SEE EM' SON!" the suspect sighed loudly and turned around to face the officers. He surrendered and held his hands above his head. Lucius tapped Fría on her shoulder, silently asking her to lower her weapon, as he made his way over to handcuff the man. "James Goodwin, you are under arrest for the murder of Jillian Thompson." Lucius then began to recite him the Miranda rights. "You have the right to remain silent..."
"Shut your damn mouth," Fría cut in, tightening the handcuffs.
"Anything you say can be used against you, in a court of law..."
"So shut up," she reminded him.
"You have the right to an attorney, and if you don't have one, one will be given to ya."
"So shut up, and wait for them to talk." They dragged James outside. When they got to the Prius, Fría then shoved James into the back of the Prius and aggressively shut the door on him. He yelped, and she realized his foot was still not all the way in. "Oops. My badness, dude." she apologized halfheartedly. She then bent down to collect his foot and shoved him further into the car. Once she was certain he was in, she attempted to close the door again. With a satisfied sigh, she turned to Lucius. "Good work, Lucy!" she raised her hand, prompting a high-five. Lucius sighed and lightly tapped her palm with the back of his hand, rather enthusiastically.
"Whatever. Just shut the hell up, and give me the damn car keys." Fría tossed him the keys and he grunted in response. She smirked.
"Okay. Don't scratch Patricia, please; she doesn't like it too rough." she finished her statement with a wink.
"Goddammit, Martinez!" Lucius exclaimed as she laughed. And so goes another successful case, she thought.
And it wasn't even noon, yet.