A/N Thank you to those who are sticking with the story.

May I remind readers if they are uncomfortable with the storyline and content then I urge them not to read.

Please don't read it and then start complaining about it. I have given enough warnings.

This will be the last chapter that will updated this quickly. I'm just finishing up some chapters to my other stories, then I will focus on the next chapter of this story.

**No strong warnings for this chapter except bad language and some angst**

Chapter Three.

Ignoring the doorbell the first time, Wesley's finger tightened on the trigger, ready to finish off the job he had started. However, when the doorbell rang again, this time more relentlessly, he became much more agitated.

"Who the fuck is that?!"

As if to answer his question, a younger woman's voice was heard from outside. "Elsa? hey Elsa, are you home? it's me Anna. Sorry it's late, but my car...it broke down again. Could you possibly give me and Kristoff a ride home?"

Hans froze at the sound of his sister-in-laws familiar voice. Damn it Anna! You really shouldn't be here right now.

Wesley placed the gun back down the waistband of his pants and began retreating from the room. "Looks like I better high-tail it out of here. But remember this, Westergard. I'll be back. You and your pretty wife will never be safe again." He then bolted from the room, planning on making his escape.

With rage coursing through his veins, Hans started to chase after Wesley, until Elsa's weakened voice stopped him.

"D-Don't leave me."

Halting his pursuit of their assailant, her husband dropped to his knees beside her. Then, whilst cradling his wife's head in his hands, Hans urgently attempted to slow down the bleeding. She was shaking like crazy, blood steadily staining the floor beneath her. Her eyes were open, but she was finding it increasingly difficult to stay fully conscious. The bullet lodged in her chest now severely impeding her breathing.

"I-I'm so sorry," Elsa whispered, barely able to speak.

A lump formed in his throat as he choked out, "what do you have to be sorry for? that bastard was right. This is all my fault."

Suddenly, a spasm of coughing overtook her. Blood shot from her mouth and she grimaced in pain. "It hurts...please make it stop!" she cried, fresh tears now streaming down her cheeks.

Hans removed his hand from her back. It was now covered in blood, her blood...his wife's blood. Seeing her like this was pure torture. Why couldn't he have protected her? she had took a bullet for him, yet it should have been the other way around. This can't be happening. Not to her, not to my Elsa. "Elsa, baby? I'm going to need to call an ambulance."

Anna wrapped her arms around herself in a bid to stop herself shivering. After being stood outside in the cold for a good ten minutes, and not receiving an answer from either Elsa or Hans, the redhead turned to leave. It was only as she neared the end of the driveway did she spot a suspicious looking, hooded figure running from the direction of her sister's house, and sprinting across the front lawn.

Who the hell was that?! Making a quick dash back to the car, she quickly roused her boyfriend Kristoff, who had dozed off in the passenger seat.

"Kristoff!...Kristoff! wake up!"

"W-What is it?" the dirty blond groaned. "Is Elsa home? is she going to give us a ride? because I'm hungry, and I'm sure Sven is going to be too."

"Forget the dog Kristoff, I think something's wrong," Anna huffed in frustration.

Kristoff sat upright, giving his girlfriend his full attention. "What ya taking about?"

"Just get out of the car and come with me," Anna ordered.

Kristoff reluctantly obeyed, clambering out of the vehicle, and following Anna back towards the house. "So, are you going to tell me what's going on? like...you know... why you're suddenly so worried about your sister, when she obviously has your favorite brother-in-law taking care of her best interests."

Anna cringed at the mere thought of that man her sister had chosen to marry. He was such a cocky, arrogant jerk. Always thinking he was better then everyone else. "My sister must have been suffering from some kind of hysteria when she accepted his proposal."

"Well I don't have a problem with him," Kristoff stated matter-of-factly. "And he does seem to love Elsa. I mean, even you've got to admit that he worships the ground she walks on."

Anna rolled her eyes. "Oh please. He's only with my sister, because no other woman would ever put up with him."

Kristoff sighed heavily. There was definitely no love lost between those two.

Hans gently lowered Elsa to the floor, before scrambling towards the phone on the nightstand. He picked up the handset and quickly dialed. However, when he put it to his ear, it was completely dead. As he examined the phone line, it was obvious it had been cut. Fuck! Frantically, he raced downstairs to where he remembered leaving his cellphone. With his hands trembling violently, he fumbled with the keypad, until he managed to dial 911.

911 emergency.

Hans was in a severe state of panic when the female operator came on the line. "Yes...I need an...um ambulance. It's my wife...s-she's been shot."

Okay sir, please calm down. Now, what is your address?

"2013 Arendelle Heights. Please send someone quick...I think she might be dying."

I'm sending the police and paramedics over to your house now. Sir? I'm going to need for you to tell me...

"I have to get back to my wife...just please, hurry!"

Sir? please don't hang up.

However, Hans blatenly ignored her request. And before the operator could ask any further questions, he hung up the call and bounded back upstairs to his wife's side.

When Hans re-entered the room, he gently informed Elsa that the ambulance was on its way.

A faint smile crossed her lips, before her eyelids began to flutter close.

"Just hold on baby," Hans urged as he held her hand. "Stay awake for me...okay? don't close your eyes."

"Tell Anna I love her so much," Elsa pleaded in a soft, almost imperceptible voice.

Hans shook his head in despair. "No. You can tell herself."

Finally, her eyes closed, never re-opening again to reveal those cerulean blue orbs which captivated him so much.

The lawyer firmly shook her. "Elsa?" but this time there was no response. Hans continue to gaze down at his wife, whose hand had gone limp in his. Her head had lolled to the side, now resting on her husband's chest.

She was completely still. She didn't move or make a sound and Hans had to strain to listen if she was even still breathing.

"Don't leave me Elsa. I love you so much. ELSA!"

"Knock down the door!" Anna commanded, as soon as they both arrived back at the Westergard residence.

"Wait, what? why don't you just use your spare key? I mean, you do have it, don't you?"

In her panic-stricken state, Anna had totally forgotten about the spare key Elsa had given her six months ago. She recalled her sister strictly informing her that it was only to be used in emergencies, and not for her to sneak in and help herself to her secret chocolate stash. "Well I think we both agree this could be classed as an emergency."

Kristoff nodded nervously. "You're the boss."

Upon entering her sister's house, Anna noticed Elsa and Hans' personal belongings discarded in the entrance hall.

"Well I guess they're home," Anna declared, cheerfully.

Kristoff crept in quietly after his girlfriend. "Okay, so they're home. But what happens if they're already tucked up in bed? They're not going to exactly appreciate us being in here. As a matter of fact, they'll most likely kill us if they find us sneaking around their house like this, especially if it's for no reason."

"I do have a reason," Anna reminded the blond. "I saw this creepy guy running from the house. I'm just a little concerned that's all." As they continued through the downstairs area, the redhead noted how eerily quiet it was. In her opinion, it was too quiet and enough to give her goosebumps. "Besides, it's not like we're strangers. Elsa's my sister. She'll understand the intrusion."

"Will she? because she's kind of scary when she's mad," Kristoff stated, before shuddering at the thought.

As Anna reached the bottom of the staircase, she heard a distinct noise from upstairs. It sounded like a cry of sorts. "Shh, what was that?"

Kristoff stopped dead in his tracks. "What? I didn't hear anything."

"I heard something upstairs."

Before he could respond, Anna was already leaping up the stairs, two at a time. "Elsa?! Hans?!" are you up here?"

In the near distance, the faint sound of sirens could be heard. Anna panicked as the whirring intensified and lights flashed from outside the hallway window. "Elsa?!"

When the redhead made it to the master bedroom, she slowly peeked inside. However, what she saw caused her blood to run cold and she almost collapsed in shock. There on the floor was Hans, cradling her sister who was lying motionless and covered in blood.

Her brother-in-law immediately looked up, tears filling his eyes. "I'm so sorry Anna."

Anna staggered backwards, gripping her boyfriend who had now arrived on the scene for support. Once she had got over the distress of what she was witnessing, her face contorted in rage. Despite Kristoff's best efforts to restrain her, the redhead stalked towards her brother-in-law, angrily confronting him.

"WHAT THE HELL HAVE YOU DONE TO MY SISTER?!"

A/N More to come...