For those of you unfamiliar with the movie, happenings and world of Snowpiercer, fear not. I will try to it explain through my story. However, I highly encourage you to watch it if you have time. It is an amazing movie, probably one of my favorites. Fair warning, it is rated R and has lots of violence and explicit language. I myself am not a big fan of gore and violence, but this movie is so much more than that I promise you. Hopefully some of you could weigh your opinions on the movie in the comments. This is just the prologue to my story, and as in most prologues, things will be fully explained and clarified in further chapters. All you need to know for now is that apart from the characters Frozen, characters in Tangled will be included for future reasons- they are actually really important and lets be honest who doesn't want more Tangled in their life. Enjoy the read.
Prologue
"Where did you get that?"
Flynn moved the ticket through his fingers with ease. He saw the look of pure disbelief on her grimy face and smirked.
"Oh this?"
Her eyes were glowing with anger and growing more outraged at an increasingly alarming rate. But it did little to faze Flynn's conniving composure.
She crossed her arms tight and talked through her teeth, "Yes, that."
"I just… found it." Flynn said, feigning innocence. She narrowed her eyes.
"When?" she pressed.
Flynn thought back. Time on this train seemed nonexistent. How long ago had it been?
After a beat he remembered, "Thirteen years ago."
A decisive expression passed across the redhead's face. She straightened her posture and lifted up her chin, which was dusted with years of exposure to soot and grime, her eyes staring straight into his—not daring to flinch.
"It belongs to me."
Flynn merely laughed, flashing his winning teeth—which were hardly yellow at all in comparison to other inhabitants.
"You think you're the first person to say that?"
The girl stood her ground, her eyes becoming more and more determined. It impressed him. Mildly.
"I can prove it."
He moved closer to her in his usual attempt to show dominance, and partially to intimidate her but made it appear as part of his charming act. The top of her head barely reached his shoulders.
"How?"
"If it was my ticket it would say my name, right?"
Flynn did not like the turn this conversation was taking, "Right…"
"So if it does, I get the ticket back?"
"What's your name?" Flynn asked, evading the question. The girl was confident, too confident and he knew that whatever answer she gave would be right. He clenched his jaw.
"Anna."
He stared at her before glancing down and the golden slip of paper. He didn't need the ticket for reference, he had the entire face of the ticket memorized. And yes, the name Anna was printed on it.
When Flynn didn't look up to face her, Anna allowed herself a small, triumphant smile. She leaned forward and made a move to grab the ticket, but his large and callous free hands quickly concealed it from view. He made of show of putting it back into his pocket.
"Not so fast," Flynn retaliated, mimicking Anna's bossy stance. Her face fell.
"It's mine!" she hissed rather loudly, stomping one of her distressed boots on the metal floor. People turned their heads at the small commotion, they were starting to become interested in their little exchange.
Flynn leaned impatiently against the train wall, strategically blocking others' meandering eyes.
"Look Red," he began.
"Anna."
"Right, I don't think you realize just how-"
Anna stepped dangerously close to Flynn, completely invading any personal space he preferred to have among strangers.
"If you don't give me my ticket back, I will notify this entire tail section, all twenty of them, that you're a thief—and you know how much we love thievery." If Flynn wasn't mistaken, there was a hidden gleam behind the staggering green eyes he was staring nervously into. He flicked his gaze sideways, suddenly becoming well aware of how many hefty gentlemen lived in these quarters.
He shoved the small, though gradual, concern to the back of his mind. Making deals wasn't his thing, but if that meant still getting to possess this ticket, he'd be the most alluring swindler this car had ever housed.
Anna tapped her foot, ready for any counterargument. Flynn slid closer to her and filled in the remaining space between them.
"Anna," he said in the smokiest voice he could produce. He combed a hand through is dense, carob hair and focused almost lustfully on the redhead—who was noticeably roused at the abrupt change in character. He gave a soft laugh that warmed Anna's frequently cold face, "Did I mention how striking you are to the exercised eye?" Flynn even boldly fiddled with the ends of Anna's thin braids, ending his performance with a faux heartfelt smile.
She stood there, utterly stunned. There was a hint of rouge daring to spread throughout her cheeks. This was too easy, nevertheless he managed to bask in his victory anyway.
Before she was able to respond, Flynn continued. "You're a smart girl, do you remember what else came with a ticket when you boarded the Snowpiercer?"
Finding her breath again Anna answered, "A guest."
Flynn lowered his tone, pulling a chord in Anna's heart. "So tell you what, I'll give you your ticket back, if you take me with you. Think of it as our little getaway."
Anna took a slight step backwards.
"You want to come with me?"
"Of course," Flynn assured, placing a gently hand on her shoulder, giving it a slight squeeze. It was his last shot on trying to woo this girl. This Front Sectioner.
She shrugged of Flynn's hand. "No. I'm not that desperate and you're not that lucky."
Like a breath on a mirror, Flynn's charming demeanor vanished into thin air, leaving his actual annoyed self to dry.
"Do you wash both faces in the morning?" Anna quipped.
If Flynn wasn't maimed by her words, he would've laughed at the idea of excess, clean water. However the words left an odd ringing in his ears. They seeped into his porous brain as his mind soaked the harsh meaning of that simple sentence. To Anna, it was just a snarky zinger. To Flynn, is was a personal attack on his identity. Or both of them.
Without realizing it, Flynn wiped his forehead. "You're one to talk. Front Sectioner."
"Give me back my ticket."
"Only a minute in from discovering your wealth and you already are domineering." He needed to buy time, he needed this ticket.
"That's it" he heard her mutter under her breath. She turned and started walking to the back of the tail section. He followed her hard gaze—she was walking towards what must have easily been one of the biggest men on this train.
He called after her, "I'll rip it! In half!"
She froze in her steps and begrudgingly dragged her boots across the floor, back to Flynn. He let out a relieved sigh.
That seemed to do the trick.
Anna crossed her arms in a sour fashion, biting her lip to keep her from ripping Flynn apart with insults.
"Answer me this; why won't you take me with you? It's a win-win solution." Flynn was aware of how defeated, how tired, he sounded. And for a moment, a brief moment, both of their walls crumbled. At this point he was genially curious of Anna's intentions.
Anna let out a long sigh. It was weighty and deep and he was surprised how all of that could come out of such a tiny body.
"I'm saving it for someone else," she whispered, more to herself than to Flynn.
Flynn raised his eyebrows, "Who? Bjorman?"
The redhead, a little remorseful by Flynn's guess, slowly shook her head. "No, not him."
If it was possible, her shoulders decompressed even more. She appeared very small—almost weak.
"The blond bunk-mate of yours?"
Silence.
"Then who? That's all I can think of."
Sure there were tons of people back here, but even Flynn knew the cliques that formed throughout the tail section.
Anna's head snapped up, angry, disappointed, tears threatened to spill.
"Doesn't matter," she said thickly, her voice was full of an emotion Flynn couldn't pinpoint. She looked like she was let down. By who, he didn't know, or why. Oddly enough, for the first time in a while Flynn was inundated with a sense of worry and concern. He didn't show it of course, but he felt it. It felt familiar yet new. He wasn't sure if he liked it very much.
Besides deals, he also wasn't very keen on comforting people. So, he tried to lighten the mood.
"Maybe you can introduce me to that friend of yours. Think she'd go for a guy like me?" Anna couldn't help but chuckle at his dramatic flexing.
She had a nice laugh, he'd give her that.
"How can an average sized body hold all that ego?" She teased, already Flynn can see her color come back to her dirt-dusted cheeks.
He clutched his chest and gasped, "Average sized?"
Anna's reply came out as a scream as they were abruptly tossed to the other side of the car, crushing other passengers. The train violently jerked again, sending them flying backwards. It was customary for the train do this- it was annoying how often it did. The two found themselves sprawled out on the floor, dodging incoming legs and falling projectiles. When the sudden shaking stopped, Flynn got up first and dusted himself off, which he knew was pointless—dirt was practically infused in everything down here.
Flynn held his hand out to help Anna up, which she shyly took.
Without warning, the train jolted one final and powerful time. The lights went out for a few moments, the tail sectioners cried in disarray. Flynn felt a small hand leave his own.
When the lights flashed on seconds later, the petite red head was nowhere to be seen. He squared his shoulders, not thing much of her sudden disappearance. After he collected himself, he routinely put his hand in his pocket.
His heart dropped. About fifty feet.
In a mad search for a golden slip of paper, he turned all his pockets inside out, flipped his layers inside and out, he even untied his laces and pulled off his shoes. It was when he heard her laughing from multiple cars downward, he realized it.
Anna had stolen the ticket.
Furious, he slammed his palm against a metal wall, accidentally scraping himself in the process.
But the trickle of blood oozing from his hand was nothing compared to the pain of missing an opportunity like that one— like that golden ticket.
However, people forget Flynn wasn't just a well groomed man—he was a thief.
He takes what he wants.
So as you can probably tell this is my first Frozen ff, and I'm very eager to see how I did. Any kind of comment is helpful, believe me. As for updating schedules, it truly depends if this story catches on or not. I do have the next chapter written, and I do know where I want this story to go, it's just a matter of time. I can promise you though future chapters will be longer, and mostly focused on Anna's perspective. Anyways, I hope you all have a fantastic New Year, and because you're reading this you deserve it! For those of you that have seen Snowpiercer, whadya think?!