The night was as quiet as it could be, the moon illuminating everything in sight. The moonbeams graced a particular window shining through into a teenage boy's room. The room was surprisingly neat which helped the invader. The invader cursed at the moon and swore when she almost lost her footing on the slippery roof tile.
'Note to self; buy a better pair of non-slip boots' she thought angrily. She jumped onto the rooftop of her target, but she barely made any noise surprisingly. She practically glided to the window, unsheathing her dagger as she did so. As she sat on the rooftop, she peered into the open window.
All that separated her from her target was a flyscreen, one of those kinds that have little clips on the inside to prevent burglars. She lifted the screen quietly and slid her dagger through the small gap and pushed the small clip to the side enabling her to loosen the rest of clips.
She carefully placed the screen behind her resting it on the gutter. She stuck her head into the room and gracefully slid onto the bedroom floor. The room was quiet only disturbed by the steady breathing from her target. A smirk graced her lips as her eyes caught sight of a list; a list of girls this guy had 'conquered'.
Her eyes widened when she caught sight of three names at the bottom with the title above them 'To Be Conquered'. She growled in distaste and with a flick of her wrist the dagger she had held flicked up, blade first and she caught it by the hilt. She turned to her target and almost screamed when she noticed that he had appeared right behind her. "Now normally I don't have a problem with having a girl in my room, but a girl with a knife is different story," a low voice drawled.
She snarled and whirled around and struck him in the chest with her elbow. "Oof," he cried and he went to protest but got a well-aimed kick in the groin. "Holy shit! Are you some kind of ninja or something?" he swore. She grinned before purring, "No, but I am an assassin. Does that help?"
The boy stared in shock at her and she laughed. "Well can I at least see my angel of death?" he pleaded. She started in surprise; she forgot she was wearing a full face mask. She went to scowl before she heard a thunderous voice boom, "AND WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU"RE DOING?!" She…practically shit herself she was so scared.
For there, in the doorway stood a large muscled man with tattoos of 'Naughty' and 'Nice' on both arms. But it was his appearance that scared her; it was the fact that she knew him…as her boss. "S-s-santa?!" she yelped. Her target looked at her before snorting. "Nope, try my uncle!" he said between chuckles.
She hooked her fingers behind her mask before wrenching it off and throwing it at his cackling form. "Really?! Then try my boss!" she shouted. That shut him up. Both teenagers looked at the hulk of a man in a mix of rage and confusion. "Santa?! What's going on?" she asked. "Well, you refused to meet my nephew casually so I thought a surprise meeting would be better?" the older man explained sheepishly. "What the hell?" the boy suddenly shouted.
Both parties looked at him but he was staring at her. "You're Elsa Arendelle!" he continued. Elsa rolled her eyes and responded snappishly, "Yeah apparently you're next To Be Conquered, along with my friends!" The boy cringed and rubbed the back of his neck nervously. Stupid moron bet you think I wouldn't read that did you? Elsa smirked. "Queen, stop harassing Jack will you?!" Santa reprimanded her.
Jack suddenly yelped, "North why the hell is the chain connecting to her?" North's eyes widened before he broke out into a huge grin. "Soul-mate!" he cried in glee. Elsa looked confused, how did an assassination attempt turn into a conversation about chains? She quietly edged towards the still open window, planning to take off without being noticed.
She almost succeeded too, until – "Queen! Where are you taking off to?" North inquired. Elsa blushed at being caught out and reluctantly stepped back towards the confusing situation. Her boss and his nephew were having a heated discussion on… she didn't know what. "Why the hell is my soul-mate a freaking assassin?!" Jack moaned.