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Chapter 2. "The Princess and the Assassin"

"Be extremely subtle, even to the point of formlessness. Be extremely mysterious, even to the point of soundlessness. Thereby you can be the director of the opponent's fate."

- Sun Tzu

HOPPER PSYCHIATRIC CLINIC

DR. ARCHIBALD HOPPER
PATIENT #401
GENDER: F

SESSION NOTES:

In dealing with this specific case, I cannot help but refer to Patient #101 as a similar case even though my diagnosis seems contrary.

Subject is female, late twenties. Recent events as well as subsequent sessions reveal signs of extended disconnect between id and ego marked by feelings of insecurity that quickly shift to overconfidence in ability and sense of freedom.

While making sound attempts at social integration and community involvement, Subject nonetheless demonstrates an introverted personality; spending large amounts of time by herself and coming out only with the company of her younger sister and brother in-law.

RECOMMENDATIONS FOR FURTHER TREATMENT: Look deeper into childhood incident, age 8. Death of parents, age 18.

DIAGNOSIS: PTSD, Borderline Personality

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STORYBROOKE, MAINE. 7:45AM

"Come on, Sven! We still got Franklin Street to do!"

The reindeer huffed in response as Kristoff steered the plow-sled towards Storybrooke's main street that ran from one end of the town to the other.

While Elsa's curse over the town had been lifted and he along with Anna had now moved to the comfort of the small community, the streets were still littered with feet upon feet of snow. Had it been any other town, the sight of a deer-driven snow plow in the middle of summer would have comical, a foolish prank.

Yet, as Kristoff was all too aware, there was nothing "ordinary" about Storybrooke.

"As soon as we get this done, we're going to be out of a job, old buddy," Kristoff said to Sven. "And as much as I think this would be a perfect place for me, Anna and Elsa, I don't think I'm going to find work in our line of skills."

Turning into Franklin Street, Kristoff and Sven were greeted with waves from passer-bys who came out to see the roads cleared.

"Hey Kris!" someone shouted.

"Henry!" Kristoff answered cheerfully, turning to see Henry Mills, walking next to the sled, sling-bag on his back. "All set for your first day of the new semester?"

Henry gave a "so-so" gesture.

"Come on, it can't be all that bad…" Kristoff offered.

"You wouldn't know because you were raised by stone-trolls," Henry replied.

"Touché," Kristoff responded. "Come on, SB High is on the way." He hauled the boy up onto the sled. "So, which one is it?"

"Excuse me?" Henry asked.

"Which girl. It's your first day of school and instead of Emma taking you, you're out here on foot walking through summer snow. There's only one reason I can think of," Kristoff teased with a twinkle in his eye.

"I don't know what you're talking about," Henry answered.

"Is it Grettle?"

"What? No!"

"What's not to like about her? She's pretty, has a sweet-tooth…"

"Fine!" Henry gave in. "But if you tell anyone-"

"Hey, man-to-man, your secret's safe with me, bro," Kristoff said. "Think she likes video games?"

Henry smiled. "You got-"

"Disney Infinite: Marvel Superheroes with bonus DLC!"

"Yes!" Henry pumped his fist.

"Come on over after school and we'll play a co-op. Providing of course that Anna and Elsa won't be fighting over the remote." Kristoff shook his head.

Whoever introduced the two sisters to television simply had no idea how addictive Revenge or Spartacus: War of the Damned could be-

VROOOOOOOOOOOM!

"Heads up!" Kristoff shouted.

A small aircraft zoomed down the street above them, forcing the two to duck. It went down to the other end of the street before turning and disappearing into the town skyline.
"What was that?" Henry asked.

"Looked like a drone," Kristoff replied as he watched the UAV vanish into the clouds.

They arrived at Storybrooke High School. The school was filled with teenagers ready to start the new semester.

"Go get 'em big guy," Kristoff said. "The X-Box will be waiting."

"Say 'Hi' to Anna and Elsa!" Henry waved, making a dash as the school bell rang.

Kristoff was about to board the sled when he saw Leroy, aka Grumpy the Dwarf in the car park.

"Hey Kris!" the gruff dwarf shouted. "Did you see-"

"The drone? Was nearly clipped by it."

Leroy pointed to the snow. "That's the third one since…"

Kristoff understood what he meant.

Someone out there is watching us.

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ROUTE 32, MAINE.

"Feed from the UAV should be coming through now," Sonya said.

She and Jax were driving towards the co-ordinates of the so-called "ghost town". Sonya's eyes were fixed on the laptop on her lap while Jax's prosthetic hands were on the wheel of their SUV.

"How does the ground look?" Jax asked.

"Like Pleasantville", Sonya snickered. "Everything looks like a 1950s throwback. No billboards, no outgoing phone or electrical lines. And get this: Streets filled with snow."

"Facial recognition software?"

"Running now." The program ran the UAV's recorded images against a database of files from military, law enforcement and social security.

Sonya frowned. "Population just over three thousand residents not including young children – wait! Just got one match against police records."

"Just one? Can you bring up the file?" Jax asked.

"A 'Emma Swan'. Thirty-three years old. Parents unknown. Spent first eighteen years of her life in foster care. Incarcerated for petty crimes involving one 'Neal Cassidy'. Gave birth to a child while in prison who she later gave up for adoption to a 'Regina Mills'. Residential address is listed as an apartment in New York. Looks like she regained custody of her child last year."

"Can you cross-reference Cassidy and Mills?"

"Nothing. 'Neal Cassidy' seems to have disappeared off the face of the earth while this 'Regina Mills' is a ghost. Department of Child Services lists nothing about attempts at custody. Turn left here."

They turned onto an unmarked road surrounded by dense woodland.

"Is this road on the map?" Sonya asked.

"Nope," Jax answered. "The coordinates say the location should be just ahead-"

SCREEEEEE!

"Jax!" Sonya screamed as the car skidded down the road. Jax slammed the breaks, bringing the car to a full stop.

"What the hell?"

They both exited the car only to fid that the road was covered in a thin layer of-

Snow?

"Sonya," Jax pointed to a sign on the road in front of them.

WELCOME TO STORYBROOKE.

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GRANNY'S DINER

"I'm telling you Kris, someone's watching us," Leroy said.

"We haven't seen any visitors hanging around," Kristoff replied.

"Not yet, anyway."

The diner was abuzz with activity as various residents of the town came in for
brunch. Naturally, the common topic of discussion were the drones seen flying overhead.

"Mary-Margaret hasn't said anything," Leroy continued. "And Emma's upped the surveillance on the entrances just in case… you know."

"What about the mines?" Kristoff asked.

"Anton and Mulan are on guard duty just in case a portal opens. Anton's got the morning shift."

The door bell rang as Anna and Elsa entered. Anna her usual chirpy self; Elsa was grinning ear-to-ear.

"Well?" Kristoff asked his wife.

Anna beamed. "I got the job at Game of Thorns!"

Kristoff threw his arms around Anna and kissed her cheek. "Ha! I knew you'd be perfect as a florist! Elsa?"

"I passed the entrance exam!" Elsa replied. "You're looking at Storybrooke Community College's newest student!"

"Awesome!" Kristoff exclaimed. "Have you decided on a major?"

"Tossing between Classics and Political Sciences," Elsa grinned. "Heck, why not do both? What about you Kristoff? What are you going to do once you've cleared the snow?"

"About that…" Kristoff gave a sheepish smile. "I still don't see why you can't just clear it yourself 'Miss Snow-Queen'."

"And put you out our current source of income?" Elsa shot back playfully. "Not going to happen-"

A hush swept across the diner as everyone looked outside to see an unmarked black SUV roll into the adjacent Bed and Breakfast. Out of it stepped a muscular black man and an attractive blonde woman.

"Spoke too soon," Leroy said.

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GRANNY'S BED & BREAKFAST

"Two bedrooms for three nights? That'll be $480 all up," Ruby said.

"Do you mind if we pay upfront?" Sonya asked.

"Sure," Ruby answered, surprised as Sonya produced a handful of cash instead of the typical credit card. "Rooms seven and eight. Upstairs, second on the left."

"Thankyou," Jax said. He picked up a tourist map off the counter. "Do you mind?"

"Go ahead," Ruby answered. "Do you need a hand with your luggage?"

"No thankyou," Jax replied politely as he took the large suitcases in either hand and proceed up the stairs. Sonya followed, unlocking room seven and letting Jax open the suitcases.

"Geiger counter. Suppressed Glock18s with extended magazines. Uzi mini-auto SMGs with incendiary rounds in case we run into Sub-Zero," Jax said.

"Sub-Zero's dead, Jax," Sonya answered. "We both saw Hasashi kill him."

"No," Jax replied. "We saw Hasashi grab Sub-Zero and pull his disappearing act to whatever hell-hole he and Quan Chi came out of. If Sub-Zero is still alive and he's behind this, we're better safe than sorry."

The returned to outside the B&B where they saw three people step out of the diner: a handsome young man dressed like a model from a Columbia winter catalogue, a cute red-head holding his hand and a beautiful, willowy blonde whose hair was tied into a pony tail.

There's something familiar about these three, Sonya thought.

"Hi!" the red-haired girl called. "You must be new in town! I'm Anna, this is my husband Kristoff and my sister Elsa."

Sonya tried desperately to keep a straight face. Anna, Kristoff and Elsa? Seriously?

"I'm Jackson Briggs," Jax entended his gloved hand, breaking the ice (bad pun). "This is Sonya Blade. We're from… the Bureau of Meteorology."

Sonya kicked a clump of snow next to her boot. "Get much snow all year round?"

"You have absolutely no idea," Elsa smiled.

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STORYBROOKE MINES

Anton sat inside the foreman's office just outside the Storybrooke Mine. Mulan was fifteen minutes late.

"I've been sitting here since dawn," the former giant said to himself. "The least Leroy could do is send someone to get some food!"

He got to his feet and stepped outside for some air. As he did he spotted someone walking towards the office: a tall asian man wearing a tan leather jacket over a black shirt and trousers; his eyes obscured by a pair of sunglasses. Tucked under his arm was an old-fashioned doctor's bag.

"Can I help you?" Anton asked.

"Good morning!" the man answered cheerfully, opening his bag. "My name is Takeda. I represent a pharmaceutical company based in Bangor. We specialize in skin care, multi-vitamins and nutritional supplements-"

"Woah, slow down!" Anton said. "I don't actually work here. I'm just looking after the place. You should try Mr Clark over at Dark Star Pharmacy."

"Very well," Takeda answered, his sunglasses slipping down the bridge of his nose as he bent down to close his bag. Anton couldn't help but notice this man's eyes: all white with no iris or pupils.

"Something wrong with your eyes, mister?" Anton quizzed.

"Hm? I had cataracts since I was a youth," 'Takeda' answered.

Anton grabbed 'Takeda''s wrist. "Perhaps you can tell me why a skin-care specialist would have the hands of a swordsman?" He turned the wrist over to reveal the signature callouses on the palm.

'Takeda' yanked back his hand.

"Where is the cryomancer?!" he barked in an ghostly voice.

Anton put up his fists. "If you want Elsa, you're going to have to get through me first!"

'Takeda' raised his hand. A slit appeared at the centre of the palm and a
serpent's head poked it's way out.

"GET OVER HERE!"

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THE MAYOR'S OFFICE

"So someone has been watching us and we have new company," Mary-Margaret said.

Elsa, Emma and David/Charming sat across from the mayor of Storybrooke in her office.

"This could just be the start," David offered. "Once the rest of the scientific community gets a hold of us, who knows what could happen next."

"If, they actually are scientists, which I honestly doubt," Emma admitted.

"The haven't done any harm yet," Elsa said. "Though they are asking people questions."

"It is you that they're after," Mary-Margaret said flatly. "A beanstalk in a field is one thing, but dropping a whole town below zero is another that you can't just hide overnight. So, the obvious question: what are we going to do?"

Emma's cell-phone rang. "Emma Swan… Mulan?... Be right there." She hung up and stood. "There's been an attack."

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Inside their SUV, Jax and Sonya were still processing what they were gathering from their conversations with the residents.

"You got to love this place," Jax said. "Everyday must feel like Disneyland."

"Do you really think those three were-" Sonya began.

"Along with Rumplestiltskin, Snow White, the Seven Dwarfs and Red Riding Hood?" Jax snickered. "Either these people are all very good actors or-"

"Shang Tsung isn't the only one who has mastered inter-dimensional travel," Sonya finished. "If these people are anything like their imaginary counterparts…"

The radio crackled. "All units: We have a 2-4-5 at the Mining office."

"2-4-5?" Sonya raised her eyebrow.

"Assault with a deadly weapon," Jax said as a Sherriff's truck sped past.

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STORYBROOKE MINE

"Anton! Can you hear me?"

"Unn," Anton moaned. He opened his eyes to see Mulan standing over him. A sharp pain shot up from his shoulder. He turned his head to see what looked like a spear tip lodged deep.

"Don't move," Mulan said. "Help is on the way. Anton, who did this?"

Anton lifted a finger and pointed behind Mulan. "…Him."

Anton's assailant stood right there. At first Mulan couldn't believe her eyes. In front of her stood a man – at least it looked human – dressed in a gold ninja uniform.

"Who - or what – are you?" Mulan demanded.

"I am here for the cryomancer," Scorpion answered.

"Not on my watch!" Mulan lunged forward delivering a series of circular kicks and punches, which the ninja blocked and evaded easily before going on the offensive with a series of hard, linear strikes. Each punch the ninja threw could have easily knocked her out if they ever made contact. Some twisted hybrid of kempo and aikijutsu executed with the agility of an acrobat.

This guy's the real thing, Mulan thought. As a former soldier, she was all too familiar with the rigors of battle. But this entity she was fighting was no soldier, but an assassin, trained to kill quietly – and quickly.

"Mulan-Quan? Impressive," Scorpion commented.

"I invented it after all, want a taste?" Mulan feinted and kicked under the ninja's leg, sweeping him to the ground. Getting on top of him, she chambered her fist to deliver a knockout punch.

The ninja lay there motionless. Mulan reached under his mask. "Let's see who you really are.."

Removing the mask, Mulan was stunned to see that underneath was not a normal face but a fleshless skull.

"What the hell are you?"

The skull set itself ablaze with flames as Scorpion threw her off himself. Opening his mouth he belched out a stream of fire that Mulan barely dodged.

"Here!" Emma yelled as she, David and Elsa arrived. "Holy-!"

"Oh my God," David said as soon as he saw the hellspawn before them.

"The cryomancer…" Scorpion said. He vanished from sight, reappearing behind Elsa and grabbing her in a head lock.

"Let me go, you creep!" Elsa cried.

A gunshot. Jax and Sonya appeared, guns drawn.

"Give it up, Hasashi!" Jax said, raising his gun at Scorpion's head. "The tournament's over. There's nothing for you here."

To everyone's surprise, Scorpion's body turned to ice, allowing Elsa to slip away.

Emma was amazed. "Elsa, did you-"

"That… wasn't me…" Elsa answered nervously.

"Then who-"

Another ninja appeared. This one was dressed in a blue uniform and at least looked fully human.

"You!" Sonya shouted, drawing her own sidearm.

Scorpion broke free from the ice. "Imposter! You are not Sub-Zero."

Kuai raised his fists to engage, only to have Scorpion open a portal behind him.

"I am far from finished with you, Lin Kuei!" With that, he disappeared.

Sonya hadn't taken her eyes off the Lin Kuei warrior. "You're supposed to be dead!"

Kuai removed his mask. "The one you're referring to was my older brother."

Elsa took a step closer. "You're…"

"…Like me?" Kuai finshed.

"Would someone please tell me what the hell is going on?" Emma demanded.

Before anyone could answer, there was a binding flash as a man in ornate white robes and a pointed hat appeared.

"Raiden?" Jax said. "Was wondering when you'd show up."

Ignoring him, Raiden placed his hands on Elsa and Kuai. "You may want to close your eyes."

Another flash. Raiden, Elsa and Kuai had disappeared.

David turned to Jax and Sonya. "You two are obviously not weather scientists."

"No," Sonya admitted. "We need to talk."

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A/N: Mulan-Quan (Fist of Mulan) is a real-life style of kung fu attributed to have been created by it's historical namesake.

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I thought if I'm doing a OUAT/MK crossover, I may as well include it.
That being said, which other residents of Storybrooke do you think have martial arts knowledge and ability? Anna, Charming, Snow White and Hook each know how to wield a sword, but would it be enough against MK's roster?
TRIVIA: The town of Steveston in Richmond BC, where OUAT is filmed, does have it's own full-time martial arts dojo which has become a city landmark (Steveston having a significant Japanese-Canadian population). Wonder if we'll ever see it future OUAT episodes?

To be honest, the hardest part of planning this chapter was picturing Kristoff, Anna and Elsa as actual residents of Storybrooke. They're aliens in a foreign land with little knowledge of the world around them.