Elsa's POV

"Quite a trouble maker we have. Are you sure he will comply?" The CEO narrowed his eyes. The oldest of the brothers stepped out and placed a hand on Frost's shoulder.

"I am sure. He knows what is at risk." The man said, his voice sending chills down my spine.

Apparently this struck a chord in Frost, and he sat straighter.

The CEO's eyes spark with interest, as do mine, but he doesn't ask.

"If he will comply, then 15,000." The CEO stated. The brothers don't seem satisfied.

"20,000." One of the brothers say. My eyes widen. Twenty thousand dollars? For a person?

"You see, if you had asked me directly, my charge would have probably been just-"

"Shut up!" a brother yelled. "Gag him."

Right when the youngest brother was about to reach for the gag, the boy did a back flip, in a flippin' chair, and the brother was knocked backwards. A few of the brothers went to help the younger up while the others grabbed for the boy, who was starting to cut off the rope. The eldest brother went red.

"Why you little-"

And he was cut off by a punch to the face. I winced. Although spying did require fighting sometimes, it wasn't really my thing.

Although the boy did have the brothers pretty busy, he was clearly outnumbered.

Suddenly, a strange feeling of worry descended over me. For the boy. I mentally scolded myself. I shouldn't feel this! Conceal, don't feel…I muttered to myself.

Suddenly, the two henchmen clubbed the boy in the back of the head. Hard. I shut my eyes at a sickening sound. The boy however didn't give up. He got right up and dodged another blow, and sent a dagger flying straight towards a henchmen's side. The next second, however, the eldest of the Southern Isles brother raised out a gun and aimed directly at the boy's head.

For a million years, I will never figure out why I did what I did next.

I ran out from behind the pillar, my sloppy French braid flowing behind me, and I pulled out my gun and shot in the man's stomach.

"Elsa!" I heard Anna scream. For a brief window all the men stared at us in confusion before the brothers charged at me and Anna leapt down from the balcony.

"No, Anna!" I shouted, but Anna ran towards us, punching the other henchmen. I felt one of the brothers grab me from behind, and I sent a knee to the gut his way. For a brief second, I glanced around. With both of the henchmen hurt, the CEO and the henchmen were nowhere to be seen. The eldest brother was trying to pin down Frost while another pointed a gun at me. In one swift movement, I slid towards him, kicked the gun out of his grasp, and pointed it at him. His hands flung up. It seemed like victory, and then suddenly, I heard a cry.

Oh no. I thought.

I whipped around to see Anna in the clutches of the youngest brother, a gun pointed at her head. Next to her, the two other brothers had Frost pinned down. I slightly shifted the gun over the youngest brother.

"Put her down." I stated calmly, but my voice shook on the last word. That was enough for him.

"No." He smirked. The brother who I had temporarily forgotten suddenly lunged towards me and knocked me to the ground, grabbing by gun.

For one second, I considered pulling my hands out of my gloves and unleashing all oblivion. But I would never do that. And I didn't need to. Something else happened.

Right when the man was about to raise the gun, he froze, and grabbed at his side in pain. With my head dazed, I glanced around to see all the brothers hesitate before the two unoccupied with Anna grabbed the brother before me.

"We have what we need! Get the girl!"

Right before my eyes, I watched as the four brothers, one still holding Anna, run for the exit door. I scrambled up and screamed.

"ANNA!"

"ELSA!" She yelled, and tossed something to the floor. None of the brothers noticed. I tripped in my daze, and watched as my sister disappeared from my life. The exit door slammed. I ran for the door, and tried to push it open, but it was blocked.

"Nooo!" I wailed, and slumped against the door. How could I lose Anna? What kind of sister am I?

I broke down into tears, still a little light headed from the tackle. I didn't know what to do next. Should I try to go after them? Should I go back to the agency? How do I get out?

Right then, in my questioning, I remembered a certain person.

As if right on cue, I heard a deep moan. I turned around, alert. Although he hasn't done anything to harm me specifically, he still wasn't safe.

Slowly, I crept up to his body lying on the floor.

"Who are you?" I asked, although I knew exactly who he was. He didn't answer. Instead, he rolled over into a kneeling position. I caught a glimpse of a patch of blood on his blue hoodie and realized his source of pain.

"A-are you all right?" I stammered, still unsure if he was dangerous or not. With a groan, he pulled out a dagger from his side and grimaced. I winced. He flung it towards the corner, and although it was the opposite side of me, I still jumped back. Then he slowly turned towards me.

"Who are you?" He asked, as if just realizing I was the reason he was still alive. Then he glanced at my jacket, which has the agency emblem embroidered on it.

"Oh no. Ohh no. You got to be kidding me." He groaned, as if he was just being told there was a pop quiz in math. Although he seemed to have given up, I noticed for a brief second he did a complete surveillance of the area. I knew what he saw. The one breakable window on the balcony. The one beacon of light and hope lighting the dusty factory.

I watched as he lunged to get up, which was surprisingly fast for his state, but I had to block him. It was my job. Although I didn't feel too good doing so, I grabbed the nearest gun on the floor and chucked it at his head.

He slumped to the floor, out cold.

I sighed, and grabbed my phone out of my pocket.

"Hey, Olaf? Mission incomplete. I need some help."