Oh hey! I kind of uhhh forgot to write for this story. Too many projects at once, I don't recommend it. Anyway, give it a chance!

Arendelle Glacier, 28th of December, 1999

Working on Christmas week definitely sucked. Even more so, considering Senior Agent of S.H.I.E.L.D. Maria Hill was currently stuck overseeing yet another recovery operation for Captain America's body, smack-dab in The Middle of Nowhere, Norway.

It's not like she had anyone waiting at home, but sometimes, she wished she had a job that respected holidays.

Hill's radio chimed. "Agent Hill, come in."

She sighed. "Hill here. What do you have for me Sitwell?"

-"Cold spot. Some energy signals along the lines of the Cube's."

An eyebrow went up. "On my way. Don't let the eggheads touch anything yet."

Her S.O., Nick Fury, had recently been appointed Director, following former Director Carter's resignation due to illness. Fury's first act as head of S.H.I.E.L.D. had been to update the Index - the agency's growing list of enhanced humans to keep an eye on. He'd also kick-started some research into safe human enhancement, which meant finding Captain America's remains had become a higher priority than just the late Howard Stark's obsession-slash-pet project.

Hill walked up to the excavation site, calling up the elevator and rubbing her hands for warmth. 50 feet later, she was approached by Jasper Sitwell, her immediate subordinate. Sitwell was a fairly capable agent, though not one she fully trusted. Hill wasn't a people person on the best of days, but there was something about Sitwell that had never sat well with her.

The man handed her some papers. "Trace gamma radiation and an abnormally cold spot, approaching absolute zero. The temperature drop wasn't in Stark's notes, but..."

-"The Tesseract was an extremely adaptable energy source. It's possible it left its mark this way, I get it. Where are we on digging whatever it is out?" -she asked, flipping through the pages.

-"Five minutes, tops. The tools keep breaking."

Hill suppressed the urge to snort. "Let's get back, then."

As soon as the workers gave the ok, a containment team in heavy winter combat gear approached the singularity. The automated mining equipment broke through the last layer encasing the object, which unleashed a particularly powerful gust of wind. Hill thought she saw snowflakes in it, but it must've been a trick of the light.

-"All clear, ma'am. You're gonna want to see this." -came the voice of the containment team leader, Larry White.

Now, Hill knew White to be a serious man, rarely fazed by the weird things he was often sent in to, well, contain. For him to be surprised by the find, meant this little excursion might not have been quite as worthless as she'd have originally thought.

Hill approached the scene, donning extra heavy winter gear. Exactly in the middle of the ice structure was a disturbing figure. Hill would've thought it a particularly morbid statue, if not for the fact that the partially corroded bones were clearly real.

A frost covered skeleton held a broken sword, thrust into a statue of a young woman made from the purest ice Hill had ever seen. Jagged ice crystals spread from the 'wound', as if they had exploded. Ice wasn't normally seen as dangerous, but Hill knew just how dangerous it could be from survival training. Ice crystals were incredibly corrosive, and whoever had been unlucky enough to unleash these had quickly been destroyed by them. Some of the bones were even broken.

Hill crept closer. Now that she was closer, she could see that the ice sculpture gave a sort of glow, not reflected but rather originating from its core, where the sword was located. The woman's sculpture itself was extremely beautiful, though her expression left a lot to be desired. She looked to be in extreme pain and anguish.

-"Techs have confirmed the cold spot is coming from the statue. They're not sure yet, but they think it might actually be keeping the glacier frozen. The region has been melting steadily, but this one has kept pretty much the same." -said Sitwell, his expression somewhat fearful.

Hill thought this over. "Have a team dig out the skeleton and the statue but keep the sword where it is. I have a bad feeling about this place. Make sure everyone's ready to move out as soon as we remove these two."

Nodding, Sitwell went off to relay her orders. White walked over to her, assault rifle still held warily towards the disturbing scene. "What do you reckon, ma'am?"

Agent Hill pursed her lips. "I'm not sure. Doesn't seem alien, but experience tells me not to trust that particular gut feeling."

-"Roswell, you mean."

The woman nodded. "You were there, right?"

White nodded too. "Fresh off the Academy, too. Hell of a way to start my career, that thing. Bigger, tougher, and meaner lookin', but still just a blue man. Makes you wonder what else is out there."

Hill gave the old man a small smile. "Let's worry about getting out what we've got here, first."

The man gave her a hearty laugh. "All due respect, ma'am, if it's not shooting at us, that ain't my job."

She allowed herself a quiet laugh.

She'd be proven right - the glacier immediately started deteriorating when the glowing ice sculpture was removed. It happened at an alarming rate, too. Not half an hour had passed and the Arendelle Glacier split in two, with smaller chunks constantly breaking off from the edges.

Back at the Triskelion, Director Fury was expecting her.

-"Agent Hill." -he greeted her in the usual laconic manner. The older man was looking over some files, presumably regarding Hill's latest find.

-"Director. Norway isn't too happy with S.H.I.E.L.D. breaking part of the ice, but we managed to convince them there was something dangerous that needed to be removed in the glacier."

The Director nodded. "A good lie, especially since it's rooted in truth. What's your take?"

She hummed in agreement. "We still haven't removed the sword, but the skeleton proved very interesting. Carbon dating puts him at around 200 years old, give or take half a century. There's no certain way to tell cause of death with nothing but bones, but we're pretty sure the ice killed him. The cloth was fancy by their time standards, so we're thinking he was a noble."

-"I can see that in the report, Hill. I want your take. What does this scene look like to you?" -he said, giving her a meaningful look.

Hill pursed her lips. "It looks...like a murder gone very wrong. The techs would scoff at me for saying so, but I think the statue is, or was, alive at some point."

Fury smirked, pointing the files at her. "Bingo. Shut them up, Hill. Have them take the sword out, they'll see."

-"That would be...highly inadvisable. We have no idea how this person would respond, assuming we're right. At best, she's going to be 200 years off her time."

Fury raised an eyebrow. "We've planned for that kind of situation, and you know it."

Hill scoffed. "With all due respect, Stark was delusional. Serum or not, Rogers is dead. And the 40s are not the same as the late 1700s."

-"Your complaints have been noted. Now thaw me an Enhanced, Hill."

She bit her lip, but ultimately just sighed. "Yes, sir."

Hey! What do you think? Three guesses as to who the skeleton is.