BREAKING NEWS! Exposed! Fashion Enterprise was cover for illicit activity. Arendelle's CEO being prosecuted for black marketing private information.

She smiled when she saw him there, sitting on the other side of the glass with his arms folded. No confusion, no surprise, not even anger. Just a sad, understanding smile.

"I was hoping you would show," she said sitting on the vacant chair in front of him. Her voice tone was friendly, and she sounded truly pleased to see him."Though I had my doubts."

He stared at her, his expression blank as he studied her.

She kept her eyes locked on his as she placed her hands on the table. Her posture was relaxed and she held the same poise he had gotten used to connect to her name. It was hard to believe that she had been through everything she had in the past 24 hours. That she was wearing a hideous orange uniform that crashed horribly with her enigmatic blue eyes. That she had been locked up behind bars having to endure the harassment from the media, all the peers and authorities. That they were meeting-of all places-in jail.

Instead, there she was. The epitome of beauty and grace. Of composure. Of elegance.

The Elsa Arendelle he had grown to know in that one and a half year they had spent at each other's company.

"What brings you here, Mr. Officer?" she asked.

He scoffed. "I'm not a cop."

"Close enough to me." She shrugged. "What brings you here?" she asked again.

He waited a moment before opening his mouth. All week, he had been wondering what his next words to her would be. All morning, he mulled over what he should ask her. As he drove there, he phrased and rephrased lines he should say. While he sat in the room alone, he rehearsed a few standart interrogation questions...

...But now that she was in front of him, his mind was empty and he found himself at a loss of words.

He took in a deep breath and straightened up on his seat.

"You lied," he finally found his voice to say.

"Did I now?" she asked, and her amusement was clear.

"Your statement says that your staff had no clue what they were doing. That they were blindly following orders and you were the only mind behind it all-"

"I fail to see how that equals me lying."

"-You encouraged them to throw you under the bus. To say that you threatened them."

She chuckled. "Wouldn't that be an entertaining scene to watch."

"You took the blame."

They stared at each other in silence, one trying to read the other, trying to find more than the other let show. Each looking for the emotions so carefully concealed behind tall walls of cold hard ice.

She sighed leaning back. "It's not a lie, Mr. Officer. It is my company. There was no need to drag my team down with me. They are good people. They deserve a second chance at an honest life."

"Don't you?"

She looked down at her hands and smiled. "I think I'm long past the point of no return."

"What happened?"

She sighed. "I lost control."

He narrowed his eyes but said nothing.

"It all started when a business associate asked me for help to unmask her unfaithful husband." She chuckled. "Beautiful models, a couple of bottles of expensive champagne and a bit of charm was enough to find out much more than we expected."

"Before I knew it, we were dealing with illegal transactions, billions and billions of dollars, secrets that could ruin dynasties…" She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and took a deep breath. "But who knows, maybe I enjoyed the adrenaline. The thrill of being underestimated and coming out on top."

"Was it worth it?" he asked.

She gave him one last look before looking at the closed door from over her shoulder. "I would like to go back to my cell now," she said standing up. "Thank you for the visit, Mr. Officer. It was nice seeing you again."

The guard opened the door for her and he watcher her leave the room processing the outcome of their conversation and its sudden end. Thinking about the paths each of them had taken to find themselves on opposite sides of a glass wall...

Jack lied on the leather couch inside his boss' office watching the news station with his hands folded behind his head. By the time he came out of his hazy daydream about the morning events, an air camera showed a mob protesting in front of the Arendelle building. People were shouting over the newswoman reporting the event, making it hard to understand what she was saying.

He felt his throat tighten as the news feed cut to a video of the arrest and a statement from the chief of police. The way she was roughly shoved inside the police station stirred something inside him and he gritted his teeth.

He heard door to the office sliding open and two sets of footsteps approached. He didn't bother looking up. He knew very well who had been the one to summon him to the office on his day off.

Jack gulped down his feelings and closed his eyes as an attempt to clear up his mind.

"Bit too much, isn't it?" he asked nonchalantly gesturing with his head to the TV. "What happened to keeping it low-key?"

"It was beyond my jurisdiction," his boss said with a tired sigh. "One of the higher-ups apparently held a grudge and tipped the press off."

Jack let out a dry laugh. "So much for not turning the case into an international security issue."

He felt his boss' attention intently focused on him. From the corner of his eyes, he saw Commissioner Hiccup Haddock lll sitting on his desk staring at him and Agent Astrid Hofferson standing beside him with crossed arms emanating her usual unfriendly aura.

"I believe I gave you orders not to approach her again, Agent Frost," his boss said.

Jack shrugged and kept staring at the TV. He heard Hiccup sighing and with a click, the screen turned black.

"I was watching that," Jack chastised.

"Correct use of the past tense. Was."

Jack groaned sitting up. He kept staring at the other guy, not bothering to utter another word.

"So…" Hiccup trailer off waving his hands. "Did you go see her?"

Deadpan, Jack asked, "Don't you already know the answer?"

Hiccup shrugged. "I want to hear it from you."

Both men engaged in a staring contest, each stubbornly waiting for the other side to cave. Hiccup expected Jack to open up. Jack simply waited for Hiccup to give up and leave him alone.

As the silence grew longer, Agent Hofferson's annoyance grew stronger. "Your superior asked you a question, Agent," she barked.

Jack glared at her gritting his teeth. Who asked for your presence? he wondered inside his head. Out loud, he said, "I did."

"Why?" Hiccup asked.

Jack shrugged. "Closure?"

"Oh, my God," Astrid hissed. "It's true, isn't it?"

He noticed how his boss fidgeted uncomfortably at the woman's words. Jack looked at Astrid with an arched eyebrow and a questioning look.

"Bunny said you were growing attached to her."

Jack threw his arms in the air laughing with annoyance. "Give me some credit, Agent Hofferson," he snarled. "I'm a professional. Whatever my actions were, they were all part of my plan to solve the case. Which I did. Successfully. And in shorter time than any of you expected."

"-Astrid?" Hiccup called before she could open her mouth to retort. "Can you head to data, please? Tooth should have the results on the Porcupine case by now."

Astrid nodded begrudgingly and stomped out of the room.

After the door closed behind her, Hiccup's eyes met Jack's with sympathy. For that little while, with the two of them alone in the room, that was the kind kid Jack had grown to know. In that moment, he was Jack's friend, not his superior. "How was she?"

Jack shrugged. "As if her world hasn't turned upside down."

Hiccup frowned. "What do you mean?"

"She's tough." Jack pressed his fingers to his eyelids. "Can we change subjects, Third?"

"Of course." Hiccup nodded understanding. He looked down at his desk and slapped his forehead. "Oh, almost forgot. There was a package for you on the front desk." He held out a small box to the other guy.

Jack frowned staring at the light blue wrapping with suspicion. "What's that?" he asked motioning for the other guy to toss him the package.

Hiccup shrugged. "Beats me. But it went through the scans so it should at least be safe to open," he said throwing Jack the box. "By the way, I didn't erase your name from public records for you to go giving it away to any bystander on the street, Agent Frost."

"I don't-" Jack hissed as he opened the little box to find a dark blue square cloth with a tiny white snowflake embroidered in one corner and a paper card. He picked up the card and stared at the handwritten message.

A gentleman always carries a handkerchief in his pocket. Even if he introduced himself with a fake name.

Suddenly, her refusal of using his name made a whole lot of sense.

"Hiccup…" Jack called, his eyes still glued to the unsigned card. "I think you should call your contacts at Research."

WORDS: research, throat, prosecute, encourage, issue

Mission accomplished... barely.

Elsa's lying and deceiving team members: Aladdin, Hans, Mulan, Ariel, Cinderella... I wish I could write this secret intelligence thingie as a multi-chapter, but my espionage knowledge is limited and I'm too lazy to do the research this would require.

This challenge is a great activity to exercise creative skills, be it writing, drawing or anything else. And one-shots are easier to write, so I'll probably come back when I don't feel like writing my real ongoing stories.

P.S. Is the Jelsa Community dying again?