Hello everyone! First of all, thank you for the reviews, and follows! It really made me feel warm and cozy when I saw them. I am trying to update asap, but uni is becoming an terrible distraction lately, so no promises, but I do my best. Okay, no more talking, lets see what happens next, shall we?
The sun was about to rise and greet a new day, when Elsa slipped out of bed. She couldn't sleep at all, so she might as well just give up and spend her time more usefully. The blonde had no idea what exactly, but she just had to do something to keep her troubled mind distracted. One thought wouldn't let her rest, and the worst thing was that she didn't even know what it was. Every time she tired to put her fingers on it, it vanished instantly, leaving nothing but an echo of laughter behind itself. It was mocking her, and she grew tired of playing the 'catch me if you can' game.
"Where are you going?" A sleepy voice called from behind her. Elsa glanced back over her shoulder to see Hans's naked chest come into sight from under the blanket as he rubbed his eyes. Last night, after delivering their cargo, was one of the rare occasions, when the blonde threw herself at the man, and literally tore his clothes off. It was a silent agreement between the two, that they could have some fun whenever both wanted to. It was without any kind of awkward attachments since none of them were the kind to be tied down with someone, so it worked out perfectly. According to Hans, it was a waste of time to go through all the trouble to get laid if he had an easy option such as Elsa. The blonde knew it was a lie though, there were one too many women and men eager to spread their legs for him anytime he pleased. He was using her, just as much as she was using him. It was all part of the deal, but lately she couldn't help but feel like it was starting to mean more for her partner. That was the reason why she didn't agree to sleep with him recently. She hoped if he slept around with others, the unexpected, and -by her part- definitely not welcome bound would be gone. And yet yesterday she stormed into the man's apartment, and bedroom like it was the most natural thing ever. She still didn't understand what drove her into this, just as she couldn't explain what was bothering her.
She stood up and gathered her clothes from the floor. While she was dressing up, she looked at Hans who was apparently not going back to sleep until she answered. "I have to do something." She bit out, knowing it was the lamest excuse ever. Her partner just watched her unconvinced, but he didn't say a word. Elsa was grateful for it, so instead of leaving without anything else to say, she told him they would see each other later, then she stepped through the door.
As soon as she left the flat, she felt relief wash over her. She had no desire to have drama with Hans, and hoped last night wouldn't lead to any of that kind. All Elsa wanted right now was to figure out what was the annoying factor in her mind, and preferably eliminate it as soon as possible.
The blonde jumped onto her white Harley, and without bothering with her helmet, she kicked the bike on. Where was she going? She didn't care, she just needed to think, and the fact that nothing else was assaulting her ears but the wind and the sound of her motorcycle, gave her the perfect opportunity as always.
Elsa forced her mind to think about the last 24 hours to find out what was the problem. Unfortunately, nothing seemed to be out of the order. Until Hans and her got the details of their new assignment, the day was pretty boring. She was killing time in the base, watching the newbies with secret amusement. It was sometimes hard to understand how some of them even had the nerve to join the gang. The Avalanche was no joke, it was by far the most powerful and influential organization of the underworld. They controlled 95% of the drug dealers, all of the nightclubs and bars of the city, along with a heavy influence on the media. Every last member of them was a dangerous criminal, most with many years spent in jail. Ruthless, selfish lowlifes, who would do anything to get what they want, consequences be damned. That was one of the reasons why it was an everyday occurrence that they needed new recruits, simply to replace the old members who killed each other, or died in action. Newest additions however really set Elsa off; incompetent fools the lot of them, without any experience of even holding a gun in their pathetic trembling hands. She was about to give a rather… physical lecture to one of them, when they were called for debriefing. They left for the mission shortly after they received all the information they needed, picked up some gear, stopped at the petrol station, then got the job done. It was a bit more difficult than they expected it though. First of all, information said there were only two guards in the house, not 5. They had to separate, Hans went to eliminate the guards, Elsa went for the prey. Finding her wasn't the problem; it was the little redhead herself. She just had to make it more complicated with trying to run away, instead of accepting defeat immediately. The blonde frowned at this, and turned the speed up some more without even realizing. You caught her fast, what is the damn issue here?! You didn't lose her, you just had to work for it a bit more than usual. The fact was, she didn't expect the mayor's little perfect girl to be strong and brave enough to even try to escape. But then she slipped out of her hold, and Elsa even broke a sweat while wresting with her on the floor. That was the first surprise of the night. The next was that the redhead didn't start to cry hysterically and threaten them with daddy's fury. She just kept gazing at them furiously, and asking…no, demanding answers from her kidnappers. She didn't fall to despair, she was collected, focused, and Elsa could hear the cogs working in her brain, planning her escape. The biggest surprise of the night was the next one though. After long minutes of listening to the redhead's questions, the blonde spun around in her seat, and held her gun to the shorter woman's forehead. "Shut your mouth, or I'll blow your head up right now." The surprise wasn't the fact, that she lost her temper, the surprise was that she lost it because she wanted to answer her captive. As icy blue and teal eyes stared into each other, the redhead stubbornly raised her chin. "You're bluffing, you can't kill me." Elsa was indeed bluffing. Their orders were clear: bring the girl back alive, and unharmed. She bit back a frustrated growl, holstered her pistol, and turned back in her seat. She could see the redhead's victorious smirk from the rear-mirror, which annoyed her even further, but at the same time, it peeked her interest.
With a loud screech she stopped her bike. That was it! That woman intrigued her immensely, without any logical explanation. She was a stunning redhead alright, but the way she carried herself even when they lead her into her holding cell: she wasn't afraid, she had a stubborn resistance in her eyes with a hint of curiosity, that said 'come and get me if you dare'. It was a little too late for that, but it was…endearing nonetheless. The hell, Elsa?!
She glanced up, and almost let out an irritated grunt when she saw her mindless speeding let her back to the Avalanche's base of operations.
She got off her bike, and locked it before she entered the bar. It was very early in the morning, so she reasoned all the people around slumbering in their drunken haze are leftovers from last night. As she quickly walked through the room, a very daring, very bold, very stupid hand grabbed her ass. She spun around immediately, and with a furious fire in her eyes, she held her gun under the man's jaw. She recognized him; he was one of the new recruits they received yesterday. He got wasted no doubt while mourning the loss of his innocent little life, and feeling proud of being a criminal at the same time. Elsa hissed in disgust when his breath reached her nostrils.
"Whoa pretty thing, slow down for a second." He could barely form the words. "I just want to have some fun."
The blonde hit him in the face, before pulling him back by his shirt so she can keep her gun in place. "It would be fun to watch you bleed out on the floor."
Before the horrified man could answer, the bartender appeared, and put a hand on Elsa's shoulder.
"Come on now Sugar cube, he's not worth the bullet." The elder woman said with a smile. "Plus, I don't want to clean up the mess."
The blonde glanced back at her, then she put her gun away with a shrug. "Whatever." She turned to leave, but with a sudden idea she spun around again, just to kick the man in the gut. He collapsed on the floor, whining, a pathetic sight for the entire bar to see; a perfect welcome to the gang. "Keep your hands off me next time."
The bartender sighed but she knew Elsa all too well to not press the issue any further. "Are you looking for someone?" She asked instead. The blonde faced her with a ghost of a smile on her lips, which quickly turned into a troubled frown.
"Is the prisoner still here?"
"Prisoner?" The bartender looked confused. "Oh, the cute little redhead, you mean!"
Elsa's stomach twitched at the use of expression, but it didn't show on the surface. "The one we brought in yesterday."
The older woman pursed her lips, eyes searching the blonde's expression curiously. "Interesting."
"Gerda!" Elsa hissed impatiently. "Is she here or not?"
"She's here alright, but I wouldn't call her prisoner."
"What do you mean?"
"The boss put her into the VIP section. Biggest room if I might add."
The blonde stared at her dumbfounded, and a shocked 'what' was all she managed.
"Go, see for yourself."
Without any further question, Elsa rushed to the back of the bar till she reached the stairway that lead underground. The bar was only a cover, everything important was downstairs: training grounds, living quarters, the medical station, the armory, and the great office, where they conducted all missions.
She stormed through the hallways, and soon reached the room Gerda was talking about. She opened the huge wooden door without knocking, and she found herself on the floor right away, an annoyingly pleasant weight pressing into her. The redhead's eyes bore into hers challengingly, which left the blonde mesmerized for a second. She looked so determined to win despite her loss against the taller woman the other day, that Elsa decided to play along. She let the redhead pin her arms to the floor above her head, dully noting her –this time- captor was strong indeed. She was much more distracted by the closeness of the other woman on top of her, thanks to their current position. Her attacker seemed to notice it as well, since her face flushed a deep shade of red, but she didn't relent for a second. "What do you want?" She demanded.
"First of all, hello to you too." She pretended to struggle against the weight on her, which cause the redhead to strengthen her hold even more, which actually would have caused Elsa to wince, if not for the pleasant jolt rushing through her when their bodies came even closer. What the hell is wrong with you?! "Also, that question of yours is getting old."
"Where am I?" And once more.
"Try again."
"Why kidnap me? I don't know anything."
"Getting better."
"Who's in charge here? I want to speak with them."
At that, Elsa spun them around, getting on top of the redhead instead. She leaned in as close as possible without touching the smaller woman's skin with her lips, before saying in a hushed tone. "Those kind of questions can get you into more danger than you are in already."
"I'm not scared." She said, air getting stuck in her throat when she felt the blonde's breath on her neck.
"You should be." She climbed off of the woman beneath her, never letting her hands go, and with a pull, they both stood up. "This place might look like an expensive hotel room, but don't be mistaken. You're not in Kansas anymore little girl."
"I an not a little girl." She broke her arms free from the blonde's hold, face burning red at the thought that she was called a child twice in the last 24 hours already.
"How old are you?"
"So you refuse to answer my questions, and ask yours instead? The nerve." She crossed her arms over her chest. Elsa just looked at her patiently, which made the redhead let out an exasperated sigh. "I'm 21, surprised you don't know."
"All I know about you is that you're the mayor's daughter and my job."
"Flattering, really."
"And that you're stubborn as hell." She continued, and stepped to the door, suddenly feeling the urge to leave. "My partner and I will come pick you up later."
"Why?" The blonde didn't answer, just opened the door. "You're Elsa, right?" She nodded without turning around, but she couldn't leave yet. The less you know about her, the better. She reminded herself, but against her own warning, she glanced back at the redhead. "What is your name?"
"…Anna." She answered, before sitting down on the floor next to the window, turning her back to the taller woman.
Elsa left, immediately letting out a defeated sigh as she closed the door. She went back to the bar, sitting down next to Gerda, her mind constantly flying back to a pair of teal eyes, and a round, freckled face. "Give me a double Jack, please."
"Little too early?"
"Morning be damned."
She had her answer at least. She found out what the annoying factor was, but eliminating it… that is another problem entirely.
AN: For Elsa's bike, check out Harley Davidson 2013 heritage softail classic model. Im so in love with it... ‹3 Anywaaay, thank you for reading, hope you liked it! Once again, I welcome all opinions, criticism etc etc.
