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Elsa grabbed Anna by the arm and placed her hand over Anna's mouth to stifle her inevitable scream. She pulled the struggling girl deeper into the restroom and shoved them both into one of the stalls before locking the door behind them. Anna struggled in vain to escape Elsa's grasp. Elsa leaned in close and whispered in her ear as menacingly as she could.

"I just have some questions. All I want you to do is answer them to the best of your ability. If you scream or try to call anyone, I will not hesitate to snap your neck. Got it?" Anna's head nodded up and down quickly. Elsa slowly withdrew her hand from Anna's mouth. The redhead made no sound, but still stared at Elsa with terror in her eyes.

"First of all, why are you here?" Elsa whispered in Anna's ear.

"I… uh… um…" Anna stammered. Elsa tightened her grip on Anna's arm as incentive to get her thoughts together. "I was supposed to give this to the manager," Anna said as she produced a flyer from her suit coat pocket. Elsa ripped the paper from her hands and began to read. The first thing she noticed was the image. It was a picture of her in military uniform standing in front of an American flag. Was she a soldier? The text on the page raised even more questions.

WANTED

Name: CLASSIFIED
Aliases: UNKNOWN
Date(s) of Birth Used: UNKNOWN
Place of Birth: UNKNOWN
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 130 Pounds
Occupation: UNKNOWN
Hair: Blonde
Eyes: Blue
Sex: Female
Race: Caucasian

CAUTION

Suspect is wanted on charges of terrorism, escape from lock-up, three counts of murder, five counts of attempted murder, one count of kidnapping, and numerous other crimes.

SHOULD BE CONSIDERED ARMED AND EXTREMELY DANGEROUS

Elsa read over the text multiple times, making sure she read every word right. Terrorism? Murder? She figured escape and kidnapping had been added to her rap sheet earlier that morning. She shoved the paper in Anna's face.

"Did you show this to anyone?" Elsa asked, barely keeping her voice a whisper.

"No! No, I didn't have the time. The manager was in the back, so I decided I use the restroom while I waited." Anna whispered back. Elsa felt a sense of relief and stuffed the flyer into one of her pockets.

"Now, where were we this morning? What does E.L.S.A. stand for?" Elsa hissed, still trying to be as intimidating as possible, though she figured it wasn't necessary with Anna.

"You were in the E.L.S.A. compound," Anna blurted out. "I forget what it stands for, I'm just an aid. The "L" stands for laboratory, I think. Everyone just calls it E.L.S.A."

"Since when do aids carry sidearms?" Elsa asked incredulously, glancing at Anna's belt. She felt like an idiot for not checking sooner. She could the just make out the hilt of the handgun under Anna's coat. "You won't need that," Elsa said as she reached into Anna's coat and retrieved the handgun.

"Aids don't normally carry them," Anna answered. "But Hans gave me that for self-defense."

"Ah, yes. Your little boy-toy?" Anna stared with disbelief. Elsa sneered. "Don't underestimate what I do know. Now, what do you know about me?"

"I don't know anything about you," Anna admitted. "I heard whispers of A113 all over the place. No one said what that was but only hinted that it was really powerful. This morning I overheard a soldier say the 'A113 is dead'. Ten minutes later, I run into a girl I've never seen before with A113 printed on her clothes. I made an assumption."

"Why was I supposed to be dead?" Elsa roared at Anna.

"Where you not listening? I. Don't. Know," Anna shot back.

"Does Hans know?" Elsa returned immediately.

"I… I guess he would," Anna stammered. "He's pretty high up in E.L.S.A. His dad started it or something like that. He got me my job there."

"Can you ask him about me?" Elsa was now finding it hard to control her excitement. It was the first real glimmer of hope that she might get real answers to her questions since she woke up in that holding cell.

"What?" Anna asked, not understanding her intention.

"Ask him about A113. Find out who or what I am. Please, Anna, do this for me." Elsa's sudden sincerity took Anna off guard.

"I might be able to…" She shook her head. "No, I can't. He hates it when I ask him about work. He has a bit of a temper sometimes."

"But this could be more important than that. This is my life, Anna," Elsa pleaded to Anna's empathy.

"No, if I ask him, he'll just get pissed and won't answer anything," Anna answered stubbornly.

"Just try, Anna. Please help me," Elsa asked desperately. She was so close to getting her answers, she didn't want to give up now, but Anna wouldn't budge.

"I'm sorry, I can't." Both their tones were louder now. Elsa was about to lose her temper and just freeze the stall. Just before she reached that point, someone else walked into the restroom and into the stall next to them. Elsa made sure Anna's legs weren't visible under the divider and shot the younger girl a glare to tell her to keep her mouth shut. It was an agonizing several minutes before the toilet next door flushed and the visitor left the restroom. Elsa unlocked their stall and pulled Anna out with her.

"Did you come alone?" Elsa asked.

"Yeah, I drove here in my car," Anna replied. Elsa pushed open the restroom door and was greeted with the sound of twenty-five assault rifles clicking off safety.

This is becoming a bad habit.