A/N: So yeah this is my first fic have fun reviewing, anything helps really. Also to clarify, when you see italics, it's you-know-who (hint hint Elsa) thoughts and bold is used to either really solidify something, bring relevance to a point, or to mean that there is a specific contrast of tone in those words in the dialogue. Enjoy :)


6 months ago

"It's simple Elsa, go in, get out and then return. There is no need for me to remind you of the consequences, should you fail, is there?"

This is not a call that I want to be having now. Not now. Never. But you know that's not possible.

"Is. There?"

"No there is not. I shall finish it momentarily and without fail..." she replies as calmly as she could

"Without fail, who?"

Don't say it, don't say it, don't say it

"Wi..without fail, D..d..daddy" She shivers and trembles to these words, the words that have forever tormented her, tortured her into submission. Why? Where is your fight? Where are you?

"Alright then. Get it done"

She hears nothing but the ending dial tone as she puts away her phone in her pocket and set out to complete her mission. However, she knows that she must wait before she sets out. This always occurs as a result of talking to him, I need to get over this, finish my task, and return. There is no other meaning to my life other than this, other than to survive another only to suffer in this hell. She succeeds to make a small flurry with a wave of her hand and slowly walks as the cold floods back through her veins. Mr. Weselton had found her, dying slowly on the streets, hypothermia no less, with parents dead and life forever shattered.

How could I really hope that a man who looked like that could actually be kind. One of many mistake I guess...

He took her in, clothed her and feed her but at what price? Didn't do as told, one slap, spoke when she shouldn't be heard, two. She could do nothing since her life held no purpose and as she got older it only got worse. From horse whips to whatever he could find, she never lacked in pain whether it be physically or mentally. She knew that it would get worse as she got older, seeing as she got trained to cater to certain whims as most would say. Thankfully he had never touched her, sadly with the only reason being that not being a virgin would decrease her worth. If anything matter more to Mr. Weselton, it was the flow of money. Currently, she was on the way to accept a package at a widespread drug deal, happening at 10 Montague Terrace, Brooklyn Heights, Brooklyn.

Get in, get out, that is all. Don't make any mistakes.

What she had on her was her was her pure white knucklehead knife and NAA Guardian SA Pistol (again in white). All of this of course was keep secret from Mr. Weselton since any sign up uprising would be dealt with death. These were a gift from Pabbie, a man she had met while growing up under Mr. Weselton's "care". He taught her may things from fighting and basic control over her curse, to education that could easily surpass that of a college student. When ever she could sneak off, that is where she would go. One day, he had given her these things, stained and protected in white. Both of them knew that she would not be able to escape however that did not make them useless. Like everything good in her life however, he was taken as well.

Blood splatter, a hole and the devil she only knew's men is all that she saw as she peaked through the small opening of his closet. Slowly dying, only his face is what she could stand to remember.

"Now that I'm finally here, what am I suppose to do?" She still had this bad habit of speaking out loud.

She had reached the locating and decided to find a safe place to wait for the deliverer but as she creep inside the window, what she found was not what she expected to see. A total of five people, two died, two approaching death's whisper and one... girl? Everything stopped as she stared and observed and figured out what had happened. The two that were died were both wearing police uniforms and resembled the girl. The others were most likely new recruits to the cartel, had been caught and fought back against the police. Thankfully, she could the package crushed underneath the policewoman's stomach. Getting it would not be a problem, however there was one that she needed to confront. A floor beneath her, as she could see from the windowsill that she was perched on, she could see the girl standing still in denial, in fear, in everything that her life was. She was beautiful, searing crimson hair sprawled against her back, along with freckles that could have been adorned her whole body. There is one thing that she caught that agitated her, which was the stain of red and tears that covered her hands and face. Slowly sounds came into picture as well, as she connected back to reality.

"...why di...d...you follow? N..not..hing.. can be worth... a de..a..th.. like this." The girl's voice broken as Elsa could think her soul was becoming.

Common sense also reminded her of something else, though. Since these were new people, who had obviously failed, there will be someone to check up on them. Then she would die, crimson stained red, the innocence and emptiness that she was projecting, wiped of the face of the Earth. Maybe she though she was normal, maybe she though she was everything she wished she could be, maybe be she though that she was hers, but as she jumped, she thought of nothing but protecting her.

As she touched the floor, the girl awoke and startled, stared at who she expected to be her death and not her savior.

Well there goes my sanity, time to see if my life doesn't go with it as well

"I'm ... sorry about what happened here, are... are you alright?" she said

"..." but the girl gave no reply

"You...you need to leave ok, please."

"...No."

"What do you mean, no?!" she tried not to sound startled but was failing horribly.

"Would you like to ask my dead parents why?"

"Are you ready to join them then since that is what is going to happen if you stay!"

"Might as well since I have nothing better to do with my life..."

Why is it that she reminds me so much of myself? I know she's different, she has to be. With me, if you were to look into my eyes you would see nothing however when I look her, I can see something. There's something there that can save anyone, but why can't she save herself?

"You...you?"

"Anna. It's Anna Dumont"

"Anna, you have to leave, really. You really need to leave. You can't stay, you can't..."

But before she could finish the sentence, the sound of a car pulling up echoed through the building. Anna dared not make a move, looking like she dead herself while adrenaline began to pump through Elsa's veins. Without waiting for another sound, she drove into a sprint and grabbed Anna and slung her across her shoulder, looking for a place for both of them to hide. Should Anna have been found, she would have been killed on the spot, and should Elsa have been, a fate worse than hell itself would have awaited her.

Survive. All we need to do is survive.

Finding a spot to hide behind furniture covered in cloth, she crushed Anna against her body and slipped between the crack. Once both were between the wall and the coach, she made sure to cover them with the cloth as well so that they would not be found. Once the adrenaline cooled down in her body, she was met with a pair of aquatic eyes. Both stared mystified at who they were there with, however both knew as well that fear was laced underneath. Anna pulled her down, melding there bodies together, lips close to her ear, parted. Each of them could feel each other, the feeling of heating passing between the two, their heart beat, their everything.

Slowly Elsa's guest whispered, "Why did you save me?"

Before the sound of two gun shots resonated throughout the room freezing everything, even Elsa. Both stayed still and dared not breathe since fear weighted out irresponsibility. They remained this way until useless chatter for new recruits left the room along with the sound of a car driving away. Again, after this, the person beneath her began to stir. What she didn't expect however is stain of tears that she had somehow missed and the renewal of them. Pain began coursing through her chest and slowly her heart broke and the pounding of fists attacked it.

I always thought that was frozen and gone.

"WHY DID YOU SAVE ME! WHY! WHYYYY!" she had begun screaming.

All Elsa could do is hold her and take her wrath, her pain since this is something that everyone deserves but little few get. Pain and something else continued to grow as she watched this girl, lose everything and let everything go.

"Let it go, sweetheart. Let it go."

It was all that she could say to console her and reassure herself of who she was now. Sniffles began to replace tears, and fists changed into clutching, open hands.

"Who are you?" she softly whimpered

"Elsa"

"W..why did you save me"

"Because you are the dream that I hope for but can never have"

Before Anna could say another word, lips connected, gently, softly as Pabbie's last words echoed all around.