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Ok, most of this story is going to be in Anna's POV, although I will sometimes switch to Elsa's if I see fit. BUT, if anybody out there wants me to write half and half, I can do that. Just leave a note in a review or PM me. If enough people want it, then I shall.

ALSO! Due to my lack of knowledge with the military and police force, I would like to clarify. Hans is the head of the military in the town, and Duke is the Lieutenant (sources tell me the Lieutenant is the one in charge of the police and S.W.A.T. teams and stuff, but please correct me if I'm wrong)

Disclaimer: I do not own Frozen. Disney does. If I did, Hans would've been punched in the throat.


"Should I stay or should I go! Burnernarnarnar!" Anna screamed as she drove down the highway, large trees arching on either side of her like shadows as she drove through the night.

"If I go there will be trouble!"

"And if I stay it will be double!"

She jammed her foot lightly on the brake with the beat of the music, banging her head back and forth as she was lightly thrust back and forth. Her tires screeched softly on the asphalt with each tap of her foot, and her throat scratched irritably as she practically screamed the lyrics.

Life could be worse, she thought. She couldn't have her dog-obsessed friend, Kristoff. She couldn't have a job. She couldn't have a place to live. Hell, she could have died with her parents in the accident.

Anna stopped her singing, thinking solemnly at the thought. I'm such a brat. I could be dead, and here I am crying over some stress at work.

The song's chorus pulled her from her thoughts. Anna slammed on the gas, flying over the speed limit and enjoying the way her back sunk into her seat from the acceleration.

"If you don't want me, set me free!"

"Exactly who I'm supposed to be!"

"Fuck the Weasel! Fuck the world! I'm gonna do whatever the hell I want!" She closed her eyes, resuming her head banging with more fervor.

A few minutes later, the song rocked to a close. Anna giggled to herself as her spirits lifted in a happy high from screaming out her frustrations.

Her eyes opened just in time to see blue, the most beautiful shade of blue she had ever seen in her entire life, staring straight at her from the middle of the road, her headlights reflecting the near terror in the icy pools.

Anna let out an ear-piercing scream as she grabbed the wheel and swerved harshly to the right. She braked hard, and she cringed at the sound of her tires breaking friction on the asphalt and the acid smell of burnt rubber. Her truck tilted dangerously on its side, threatening to turn over as it spun a few times before coming to a screeching halt. She bounced in her seat as her truck fell back onto all four wheels. She gripped the wheel tightly and crouched forward, hyperventilating.

Holycrapholycrapholycrapholycrapholycrap, she chanted in her head as her heart beat against her chest like a bird desperately trying to escape its cage.

As her mind reeled from the sudden turn, Anna gasped in realization of what she almost just did. Holy fuck, I almost hit somebody!

Anna jumped out of her truck and looked around wildly, seeing nothing at first as her eyes, dilated from adrenaline, struggled to adjust to the darkness. Spotting movement, she quickly make her way over to the figure, nearly tripping over her own feet in the process.

Instead of turning around in anger like Anna expected, the blonde, a woman judging from her hair and figure, began moving towards the trees on the other side of the road, her hand clutching her thigh as she limped heavily.

"Hey, wait! Are you alright?! I'm so, so so so sorry, ma'am. That was completely all my fault. I had my music loud and I wasn't paying attention but then I saw your eyes—you have very pretty eyes by the way—and th— Hey, wait up!" Anna yelled as she followed the woman who seemed desperate to get away from her.

The blonde looked over her shoulder, regretting the decision instantly when she tripped over a tree root. She tried to twist and catch herself, but only succeeded in falling backwards on her bum. As Anna continued to get closer, the blonde backed up frantically, using her arms to crawl backwards until she was abruptly stopped by a tree hitting her back. She swiveled her head around wildly, raising her shoulders defensively as the redhead continued to approach her. She was breathing fast, like she had just run a marathon.

Anna was now only a few feet from her, nearly within reaching distance. "I'm so sor—"

Anna instantly stopped talking when she felt the air temperature drop drastically. Goose bumps popped onto her skin under her thin jacket, and she drew her arms around herself instinctively, trying subconsciously to warm up at the sudden loss in heat. She shivered, seeing her breathe come out in a foggy puff.

Glancing at the woman, Anna could do nothing but stare and gawk as she saw ice begin to form around the blonde. It seemed to sprout out from all around her, crawling up the tree and forwards on the ground.

Anna didn't know what to think at first. She didn't know what to say. "Uh," was the only intelligent thing her mind could register in her surprise.

The night's silence was broke by the sound of the blonde's labored breathing, her mouth slightly open and her lower lip quivering. Beads of sweat generously gathered and ran down her face as she tried her hardest to press herself into the tree and away from Anna. In the back of her mind, Anna noted that the blonde's breathe did not form into puffs like hers did.

Should I run? Yes. I should run. Flying fuckers, what the hell is she? Is she an alien? Oh my god she is an alien. She's gonna kill me. I know she will. She'll bring me back to her planet and poke my brain in a fucking lab, and then she'll freeze my feet and throw me in a lake to drown! She'll—

Her thoughts were brought to a screeching halt when she looked at the blonde's eyes—like, REALLY looked at them—for the first time. Anna found the wind knocked out of her as she stared into the cyan eyes of the woman in front of her. She felt like those chips of ice were penetrating her very soul. They shined with a beauty she could not find the words to describe. She felt she could sit there for all eternity, staring into those icy orbs and trying to figure out the secrets hidden within their depths.

But Anna felt a deep pang in her heart as she continued to look into those eyes, like someone just stabbed her with a hot knife. In those eyes was something hidden very well, but very clear to her. Marring the depths of the blue pools was an unbridled fear. The fear of having no where and no one to turn to. The fear of being utterly helpless. The fear of being pitted against the world. But more than that was a fear Anna knew too well:

The fear of being alone.

Tearing her gaze from the blonde's eyes, Anna saw for the first time the rest of the blonde's face as her eyes further adjusted to the darkness.

Her blonde hair, braided over her shoulder, was knotted and matted with blood and mud. The hair on the right side of her head was dyed red from the blood of a bad head injury, and dried blood crusted over her eye and the side of her face. Various shades of yellow and black colored her face, and her lip was swollen and split open.

Anna's eyes roamed the rest of her body. The woman wore a short dark blue tunic that cut off at the shoulders in a sortof tank top. Her pants were a shade lighter than her tunic, and her bare feet were filthy and slightly bleeding. Her clothes were shredded, leaving windows for Anna to see dark bruises and various gashes. Blood soaked through a fresh looking wound on her thigh. Her clothes were slightly damp and coated in mud, and there was a pair of handcuffs attached to one of her wrists.

My God, what happened to her…, Anna thought sadly. She looks more like an escaped science experiment than an alien.

"Hey," Anna cooed, slowly moving forward and holding her hands up to show she meant no harm. "There's no need to be afraid of me. I'm not going to hurt you. I promise."

The blonde continued to pant and glare at her with frightened eyes, ice growing further around her as the redhead leaned closer.

Anna stopped her approach. She's terrified. "It's alright," she said softly, keeping her hands up as she slowly sat down on her knees. The blonde tensed as she lowered to the ground. "No one's going to hurt you now. You're safe with me."

When Anna sat on the ground, she stayed still for a few minutes, allowing the blonde to calm down, catch her breath, and get adjusted to Anna being so close to her.

In those few minutes, the blonde's breathing shifted from panting to tense, deep breaths, but she continued to eye the girl in front of her like a cornered animal.

Crickets chirped their night-long song in the distance, and the wind swept the leaves of the trees in a warm gust that helped alleviate some tension with their calm rustling.

Ok, Anna. Think. Don't do anything stupid. You have a potential science experiment/alien right in front of you. No biggie. Anna let out a shaky breath she didn't realize she had been holding. You can do this. Just be normal. Make her trust you. She needs help. Make her trust you.

Anna gulped nervously. Slowly, she reached into her jacket pocket and pulled out the chocolate Kristoff gave her earlier. "Y-You like chocolate?" she asked sheepishly. She held the bar up, shaking it lightly.

The blonde continued to glare at her.

Seeing that the girl in front of her seemed alright with her offer since she didn't freeze her face or anything, Anna proceeded to peel open the dark treat.

"C-Chocolate's my favorite food, you know. It's the food of the gods. I love all kinds of chocolate. This one is milk chocolate. You may not like it. I-I mean, I just met you—I'm very sorry for almost running you over by the way—but you may be a dark chocolate or white chocolate lover, I don't know." As Anna continued to ramble, gesturing with her hands animatedly in her nervousness, she failed to see the girl in front of her begin to calm down, her shoulders falling and her body relaxing slightly as she listened to the melodious voice of the stranger before her.

"Anyways," she said, struggling to pull the wrapper down without breaking the bar. "Kristoff gave me this earlier, after that little earthquake thing you caused. Or, that I think you caused. Not that it's a bad thing if you did! It's just…I spilled flour on my boss is all," she said, finishing unwrapping the bar and popping off a chunk of chocolate.

She extended her arm to the blonde, chocolate square held between her fingers.

The blonde shuffled uncertainly where she sat. She tensed up again, and her eyes flickered between Anna's face and hand.

"It's good. I promise," Anna said with a nervous smile.

The blonde made no attempt to move forward. As the minutes dragged by, the chocolate began to melt in her hand.

Anna mentally smacked herself. Duh, stupid! She's an alien. Alien's don't have chocolate! She doesn't know what to do with it.

Anna retracted her arm. "You eat it like this, see?" she said before she popped the square into her mouth. She silently hummed as she rolled the slightly melted yet savory treat in her mouth, relishing in the cocoa sweetness that enveloped her senses.

Then she swallowed. She failed to see the blonde glance at her neck and blush.

Anna popped off another square and held it back out. "Now you try," she said encouragingly.

The blonde cocked a delicate eyebrow.

"Come oooon, you'll love it!" Anna whined, now feeling slightly less nervous.

The blonde's eyes flickered between Anna's face and hand one more time before she cautiously extended her hand forwards, her eyes trained on the square in Anna's hand, and delicately took it into her fingers. Anna inhaled sharply when the blonde's unusually cold fingers grazed against hers, sending an uncontrollable shiver down her spine.

The blonde held the chocolate close to her face, cocking her head as she inspected it with a child-like curiosity. She smelled it experimentally before looking back at Anna.

"Put it in your mouth," Anna instructed. Anna opened her mouth wide before closing it with a snap, mimicking like a mother to her child how she should eat the chocolate.

The blonde opened her mouth slightly, holding the chocolate centimeters from her mouth. Anna nodded enthusiastically.

She slowly closed her mouth, nibbling off a small corner of the square. She looked to the side, her eyebrows drawn together in concentration as she tried to decipher the taste and texture of the strange food. Before long, her eyes widened and a wide grin split on her face before she popped the rest of the square into her mouth, her eyes sparkling.

Anna giggled. "I told you you'd love it."

The blonde smiled shyly before quickly becoming guarded again, though she was much more relaxed now.

A thought popped into Anna's head that she expressed out loud. "Hey, sorry for not asking this earlier, but what's your name?" The blonde gave her a blank look.

"You know. Name? As in the thing people call you?" she explained.

The blonde continued to look at her blankly.

"Oh…," Anna said in sudden realization. "I'm guessing you don't speak English, huh?" she asked the blonde with an awkward laugh. The girl didn't respond.

"So what do you speak? Spanish, German, French, Swahili..." she asked, letting her voice drag out. Again, the blonde said nothing. Anna sighed. That certainly makes things a little more complicated.

"Well, in case you wanted to know, my name's Anna. Though, I guess it's no use telling you that since you don't understand what the heck I'm saying..." she trailed off.

Anna placed her hands in her lap, twiddling her thumbs and biting her lip as she contemplated what to do next. The blonde shifted against the tree, clearly uncomfortable with the situation.

Time dragged on awkwardly, and the crickets seemed to grow louder with every passing second. Anna cocked her jaw and furrowed her brow together, deep in thought. The blonde eyed her curiously, seeing the gears turning in Anna's head but not knowing why.

Suddenly, Anna's head shot up, a wide grin on her face. Oblivious to the startled blonde, she giggled at her own genius. Yes! That's brilliant, Anna!

With a smug look on her face, she scooted towards the now suspicious blonde. And they said Disney movies would never help me in real life.

Anna cleared her throat, doing her best to look as regal, sophisticated, and serious as possible. She brought her hands to her chest and slightly rounded her knuckles before lightly tapping her chest. "Anna," she said.

The blonde stared at her, quirking an eyebrow and cocking her head to the side in confusion.

Encouraged by the blonde's curiosity, Anna scooted forward a little more, leaning forwards slightly. "Aaannnnaaa," she said slowly, drawing out each syllable as she lightly patted her chest again.

All she earned was a blank stare before the blonde turned away. She opened and closed her mouth, eyebrows furrowed in concentration. Anna could hear her mumble under her breathe.

She turned back to Anna and brought her hands up, mimicking the redhead by tapping her chest. "A-Aya," she struggled to say.

"No no no. No." Anna scolded as she shook her head and hands back and forth in front of the girl's face. "Anna," she said again, tapping her own chest before rolling one of her hands out towards the blonde, palm upwards in cue.

The blonde blinked. Her brow furrowed into deeper concentration than before as she mumbled again.

She looked back up at Anna, seemingly scared and unsure of herself all of a sudden. She opened and closed her mouth once more, as if testing a word on her tongue. "E-Els-sa," she choked out, patting her own chest.

"Elsa. What a strange name. It's so beautiful," Anna quietly said to herself. She shook her head and mumbled her apologies when the blonde—no, Elsa— gave her a confused look.

Anna placed a hand on her chest. "Anna," she said before hesitantly placing her hand on Elsa's shoulder. "Elsa."

Elsa froze under her touch before tensing up. Anna quickly withdrew her hand, fearing she had spooked her by going too fast. She opened her mouth, ready to apologize before Elsa cut her off.

"Alza," she said with her hand on her chest, not putting as much effort into saying her name correctly this time. "Aya," she finished, resting her cold hand tenderly on Anna's shoulder. Even through her jacket Anna could feel the cold emanating from Elsa's hand.

Anna gave herself a mental high-five and giggled as Elsa retracted her hand. "Eh, it's a start."

Anna looked back at the girl's wounds. "Come on," she said, getting up off the ground and dusting off her now dirty jeans. "Let's go back to my place. I'll get you patched up and in a warm bed in no time."

She extended a hand to Elsa who stared at the gesture before she placed her hand into the one offered. She yelped softly in surprise when Anna pulled her to her feet.

"Can you walk?" she asked, concerned about the wound on the girl's thigh. Elsa's eyes lingered on her hand which was still clutched by Anna's, ignoring her. Oh, right. No English.

Anna shimmied to Elsa's side, taking the arm she had in her hand and looping it over her own shoulders before she placed her arm around Elsa's waist. Elsa tried to shrink away from the contact, but Anna's grip on her waist held her in place. Encouraged by her small success in physical contact, Anna gently nudged her in the direction of her truck. Elsa stumbled lightly at first, having to be caught by Anna, but soon caught on to what the redhead was doing. She leaned heavily on Anna's shoulder, grateful for the human crutch as they crossed the road.

Anna glanced up at Elsa and saw her eyeing the truck with distrust, almost as if she expected it to come alive and attack her. "Don't worry," reassured Anna as she patted the hood with her free hand. "This old thing's nothing to worry about."

Once the two were situated in the truck, Anna pulled on her seat-belt. Elsa's eyes followed her movements before she copied her.

Anna felt her phone vibrate in her pocket. Shit. Kristoff, she thought, having forgotten about her friend. She quickly dug the device out of her pocket.

Kristoff: yo where u at homie. foods gettin cold

Anna sighed before typing her response.

Anna: sry Kris. i wont be able to make it tonight. long story. tell u about it tomorrow

Great, she thought as she tossed her phone into the cup holder. How am I going to explain this to Kristoff? 'Oh, hey, Kris. Yeah, I kinda' almost ran over an alien the other day? Right. She staying with me by the way. Totally cool.'

Anna picked up the keys she had thrown on the floor in her haste to assist her would-be victim and put them in the ignition, starting the truck.

"POUR SOME SUGAR ON ME!"

Elsa jumped in her seat, yelping in fright and freezing the door and middle console as the music blared unexpectedly.

Shit shit shit! Anna yelled in her head as she fumbled for the volume switch in the dark before immediately turning the volume all the way down. Forgot about that.

"Hehe. Sorry about—" Anna started to say before she turned and saw her new friend.

Elsa looked like a cat thrown into water. Her nails dug into the leather of the truck, undoubtedly creating holes. Her back was slightly arched off the seat, and her whole body was tensed rigid as a board. Her eyes were as wide as saucers, and she was breathing fiercely through clenched teeth.

Anna couldn't help herself. She let out a sputter as she tried to control her laughter before she had to clutch her sides, laughing loudly at the blonde's expense.

"You—," Anna tried to say through her fits of laughter. "Y-Your f-face!" She slapped the steering wheel as she bent over, tears in her eyes. "I—," she gasped. "I-I can't even—"

In the meantime, Elsa managed to recover herself enough to be mildly annoyed with Anna. She looked down on Anna through half-lidded eyes, her lips pursing in irritation.

Anna laid her head on the steering wheel, trying to recover from the mirthful pain in her abdomen. Giggling, she turned her head towards her new companion and was startled to see her pouting.

Oh. My. Jesus. She is so ADORABLE, Anna thought as she stared at the blonde.

"Alright, alright," Anna said as she fought through the last of her giggles. "Sorry, I couldn't help myself. You're too cute for your own good, you know that?"

Elsa, now satisfied but still embarrassed and annoyed, relaxed slightly in her seat.

Anna eyed the girl again. She was still clutching the sides of the truck in a death grip, her knuckles white and hands slightly shaking. She could hear her trying to control her shaky breathing over the roar of the engine. Oh.

"It's okay," Anna coaxed as she gently pried Elsa's fingers from the middle console. "You can trust this truck. It won't hurt you. Now if it were an airplane, I would understand. Airplanes are flying cans of death. Everybody with a good head on their shoulders knows to be afraid of them."

As Anna continued to ramble, she slowly turned the truck back onto the road. Conscious of her anxious passenger, she headed off at a slow speed towards her house.


Awww aren't they cute?

And yes. If you didn't catch it, that was, in fact, a Tarzan reference (which I do not own). I couldn't help myself. It was too perfect!

And in case it is confusing, Elsa can't talk because of her head injury. It damaged the linguistic processing parts of her brain, so she can think words but her brain cannot process them into speech without some serious concentration.

And no, Elsa is not an alien. I would never make it that simple:) Betcha' can't guess what she really is...

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