Chapter 2-Fight for it
Elsa's Pov
She sat on the rooftop, watching the moon, even now it calmed her, just when her day had been horrible, 'Don't think about it Elsa, then your day won't get better' she had just done a mission, when he turned up like a bad penny, the Winter Spirit, he tried to challenge her, demanding that it was his to kill, when he had hustled in on so many of her jobs before. So she faded into the shadows, watching for her chance to strike, when he thought she was gone, he tried to pick the lock, that was then she kicked him in the head and got into the room herself, killed the victim with a pillow, changed the case and left, placing the old pillow case in a laundry basket on her way out. She had left the building to go and tell the young man she had done it to find the Winter Spirit in there saying he killed her! He took the money for nothing, when she did the work and got nothing, hardly fair. So she was preparing to have vengeance and take her fair share, so with the moon keeping her calm she watched his building complex waiting for him to show himself. Eventually he did, and he was alone. With a small smile she crept along the rooftops, not letting her shadow fall onto the street. She kept watch, constantly alert, remembering many nights that this has happened, she would try to kill him or at the least inflict him with pain and he would do the same to her. She watched him and walked slightly ahead, there was a dead end nearby, she would get down there and confront him. She waited in the dark shadows that hugged the alley ways, watching his shadow approach, before he appeared, she fixed the domino mask and hood that sat low on her face, all white to blend in with the snow.
"Hello, Winter," she saw him pause, he wasn't scared, but then neither was she, that showed how often this would occur,
"Well, well Snow, I was wondering when you would show up, what can I do for you this time?" he was grinning and she hated it,
"You stole my payment, he is a man tight with money and you stole it from me, I want my fair share back," she started to walk over to him, "But Queenie, wasn't it my job first? You came in to make a profit when he asked for me," he was smirking and the Snow Queen could feel her rage, conceal it, don't feel it, don't let it show, went around her head, she forced herself to take a breath and glared at him,
"You did that to my last job too, stealing all my profit, next time you can find your own jobs, murderer," without any warning, she punched him square in the jaw. It sent him relining and she enjoyed the look of pain on his face,
"That's unfair, you are supposed to give me a chance," he was whining, he took her by surprise and swept her feet out from underneath her, in the air she turned so she would hit the ground without inflicting much pain, though her shoulder will be bruised tomorrow. She watched him stand up and stand over her, he was still grinning, and she scowled back,
"I win this round," he turned to walk away and that was when Elsa lashed out again, she swept him, and when he was down, using the same leg, brought it down hard, in the middle of his chest, she stood up carefully, and looked at him, she had successfully it seemed knocked him unconscious, she quickly bent over him, feeling his pockets for the coins, the money that was rightfully hers after all, that was when she noticed the flicker of the eyelid, if she had been faster she would have hit him again, but in a blink of an eye, he had her in a compromising position, holding her wrists above her head with one hand and sitting on top of her lower body, trapping her legs, she couldn't punch or kick, if she screamed no one would come, she was thwarted by her greed and anger, she could have cursed, the Winter Spirit's chuckling brought her back she glared at him again, she saw him lean in closer to say something and saw a chance to reverse the roles, he might not come in close enough for her to make him see stars but she had an idea. When he was close enough, she pushed herself up just enough to kiss him, she saw his eyes widen and close as he reacted to it, she felt one of his hands let go as he went to hold her, she brought up her hands and placed them around his neck, oh Winter boy, I always thought you were a player, she slowly straightened up, she was out from under him, taking one hand off his neck to help herself up and opened her eyes, still kissing him, his were still closed, she felt something in her hand, it was a fair sized rock, enough to truly knock him unconscious, with it in her grasp, she firmly whacked the side of his head with it, she felt his body go limp and pushed him off of her, she quickly checked his pockets and found some money, it wasn't as much as the man paid him but it will do for revenge,
"Poor Spirit, looks like I'm the winner this time," with that she left him, sprawled in the middle of the road. She ran down an alley, used the fire stairways to get up on the roof, she loved that bit, it was always fun to do parkour, with a flip and a jump onto another building or down onto a nearby street and she was out of sight