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Elsa's POV
For the rest of the meeting, North, Jack, and I discussed details on the mission. In the end, we agreed to start out in the east coast, where Pitch was last seen. It was decided for safety precautions that Hiccup and Astrid, agents that have worked with me before, would come along. Although I tried to hide it, I mentally sighed in relief. To be quite honest, I still wasn't ready enough to go from town to town searching for my sister with Jack.
After the meeting, we had agreed to meet at the airport the next morning to fly to the city of Burgess, where a sweet couple's five year old toddler had recently disappeared, claiming a man dressed in black was responsible. I shuddered at the thought of anyone taking an innocent five year old, but this was the real world, and that was how it worked.
I decided to take a long warm shower before bed. When I arrived back in my cozy apartment, I couldn't help but to first flop onto the bed. For a good five minutes, all I did was breathe. Then I decided to get a move on, or else I'd probably wind up in bed around twelve, leaving me only a few hours of sleep before my flight. I slowly rolled up, and walked across the coarse maroon carpet to my bathroom. I couldn't help but think that when Anna was here, I would never notice something like how rough the carpet was. When Anna was here, the rough carpet didn't matter. I didn't think about it. But now that there was just me and the silence, the roughness of the carpet bothered me. Had I never noticed it before? It seemed so out of place in this soft familiar room, but then again, what is familiar isn't always comforting. I never knew that Anna made things that were so hard and difficult that much better.
I shook my head, watching my loose blond hair wave back and forth in the bathroom mirror. What am I doing? Am I this desperate without Anna that I've started to think about carpet?
I turned on the shower, letting the steam slowly curl its way onto the mirror. I tentatively stepped inside, trying to focus on anything except Anna's colorful fruity scented bath gels sitting in the shower corner. Instead, I made a grab for my lavender shampoo, and my mind wandered to the meeting in North's office. I cringed. All in all, I basically broke down in front of my boss and my partner for the next few weeks or so. Wonderful. Jack Frost probably thinks the agency signed him up for a babysitting job.
I scrubbed my hair harder, trying not to think about the meeting either. But there was nothing to think about. My life was simply that simple. It's just Anna and my job. Even Jack Frost probably has more of nightlife than me. I sighed. Alone is probably where I belong anyhow. No need to try to be someone else.
Suddenly, something cold and hard hit my shoulder. I looked up. Warm steaming water was still spilling out of the shower head, but as soon as they hit me, they bounced off as frozen tear droplets.
Conceal, don't feel! Conceal, don't feel!
I decided to think of something else, anything else, before I froze the whole apartment. Unfortunately, the first thing that popped into my mind was a certain white haired boy.
I groaned. It was going to be a long night.
Jack's POV
"I said, no, no, and NO!" I shouted. Hiccup, whose name I still couldn't get over, sighed.
"Please, trust me, I don't want to do this anymore than you do, but it's North's orders." Hiccup explained. I frowned.
"Why'd he tell you to do it?" I asked. Sure, I was going to be trampling around Burgess with him, but having him dye my hair? Was that really necessary?
"Bonding time, according to North." He shrugged. "Don't ask. He's like that."
I shrugged it off. But still, I couldn't get over the hair dyeing part.
Somehow, within the last 48 hours, I had managed to not get sentenced to death by the agency, and was now trapped in the bathroom with an agency spy, who was holding up a box of brown hair dye and trying to get me to sit down so he could dye my hair.
Where originally I thought I'd be defending my life, I was instead defending my hair.
"First of all, you've already bleached your hair white. Why are you so scared of using a little dye?" Hiccup argued.
"It's natural!" I muttered. Hiccup groaned. Suddenly, Toothless, Hiccup's cat, wandered into the bathroom.
"Hey there little buddy!" I said to the cat. It's curious green eyes bore into mine.
"Hey, don't call Toothless a 'little buddy'!" Hiccup glared. "Now, just let me do this so we can both get some sleep before tomorrow's flight!"
"Besides," Hiccup continued, "we'll be uncovered the moment we step into security if you don't change your appearance." I groaned. He's right. I gathered Toothless in my lap, and plopped down into the chair. It couldn't be too bad, could it?
For a few minutes, we sat in silence, with Hiccup muttering about the box's instructions once in a while. Finally, when I didn't think I could wait a minute longer, Hiccup cheered.
"Ta-da!" He said, and I looked up into the mirror, and gaped.
My hair was brown, but not any shade of brown. It was the exact shade of brown I had before the incident. For a second, I felt as if I've gone back in time to when everything was normal. I immediately glanced down at my hands. I could feel the slight tickle as frost gathered on the crevices of my skin. Hiccup cleared his throat.
"I didn't do too bad, did I?" He asked. I sighed, and pulled on a smirk.
"Not too shabby, Haddock."