Mission Accomplished: A New Target

A Jelsa Fanfiction

Chapter 8

Elsa

In Anna's room, she pulls out a black dress with several rips along the sleeves and hem, and I groan. "You aren't going to let me wear anything else, are you?" I ask, and she shakes her head.

"You will be pregnant zombie Elsa if it's the last thing I do." Anna says, and throws me the dress. I groan, but put it on. I'm glad it fits around my huge stomach. Seems unlikely.

"So, you're going to be eight months in a few days, right?" Anna asks, and I nod.

"I don't think I can take the giant stomach much longer." I say. "I mean, I can't even see my feet! When you compare twin stomach to single stomach, there's definitely a difference. It stinks."

"Poor you." Anna says, and gives me a hug. "It should be over soon. And hey, aren't you guys going to get before photos soon?"

"You mean like the stuff they do at JCPenny? Yeah, I think so."

"Sounds cool. You gotta send me a few of those." She says as she puts on her costume, which is a matching zombie outfit, without the pregnancy.

We move to the bathroom where Anna does pretty well on our zombie makeup, putting black circles around our eyes, and cuts and such with fake blood and Halloween makeup. It looks really good when she's done, and for the final touch, we both mess up our hair and throw a bit of fake blood in it.

"Perfect!" Anna cheers, and throws me my shoes. I put them on and she tugs me out the door.

At the agency...

At the agency, we hang out in the gym, which has been totally transformed for our party. Streamers of black, purple and orange hang from the ceiling, a boom box is blaring out "Monster Mash", and the rest of the place is just plain decorated in skulls, bats, rats, and basically anything Halloweeny you can think of.

"Wow." Anna says, and I giggle. this is her first Halloween agency party, and it must be pretty amazing in her eyes. Me? I'm used to it. It must be crazy for all our new agents too.

Speaking of which, soon after we enter a figure grabs me from behind, nuzzling my neck, and I smile, knowing it's Jack. "Hey". I say, and he moves in front of me.

"Hey." he says, and i get a better look of his outfit. Jack's wearing black pants, a black shirt and a black cape. He's got fake teeth in, and I smirk. He's a vampire.

"You wanna dance?" I ask, and he nods, beaming. Soon after, Micheal Jackson's "Thriller" comes on, and Jack goes crazy dancing like a zombie. I roll my eyes and shake my head.

"You know, that's supposed to be done by a zombie, Mr. Frost." I say. He pouts, teasing.

"But Mrs. Frost..."

I roll my eyes playfully. "No buts. Now, how about a duet?"

We move into our normal style of dancing, going easier because of my condition. It isn't a Michael Jackson dance, but it'll do.

After a few more dances, a particular person catches my eye. Is that...

HANS!?

I stop in my tracks, and tug on Jack's arm. "What? What's wrong?" He asks, and I point to the red head figure dressed as a prince. (1)

His face hardens, and we give each other a look. "I'll keep an eye on him. You get changed." He says, and I nod.

I race out of the gym and down to my office, where I pull my jumpsuit out of my locker. I quickly throw it on and run a brush through my hair. I scrub off my Halloween makeup and grab my pouch, filled with my normal grappling hook and tranquilizer. My dart cuff and shard cuffs are on, and so is the camera necklace.

I run back towards the gym and meet up with Jack. He points over to Hans, who is taking the back exit of the gym. We face each other, nod, and follow him.

After getting into the elevator, he goes up. We take the next elevator, riding in silence. An unanswered question hangs in the air; How did he get in?

When we reach the top, Hans is already running out of the building and we follow. He runs to an abandoned building a few miles away from the agency.

I grab our pairs of goggles from my pouch and we both snap them on before I lift up my left ankle and pull out an instant darkness bomb.

I hold up three fingers and show them to Jack. 3...2...1

Jack busts down the door with one kick and I throw the darkness bomb into the room. Shouts rise up as there are a lot of banging. I look into the room and see the three men stumbling around and knocking into walls. I suppress a giggle.

The darkness doesn't last for long. Just as I cross my wrists like wonder woman, and Jack gets into a better stance, the darkness clears and the three criminals are walking around dizzy. When they realize the light is back, they stand up straight and put their attention to us.

"So," Pitch says, facing me. "The great Elsa Frost has come with her poor excuse for a spy husband. Couldn't even get us on his own the first time, he had to have help from her."

I growl in rage, and Jack snarls a bit too. "It's over, Pitch." I say.

"On the contrary, Ms. Frost. I believe it has just begun."

(1) doesn't it make sense that Hans would be dressed as a king? I think it does.

So sorry for not updating sooner, I was lazy and I had writers block for a while. But hey, I updated! Whoo hoo! Hope you enjoyed this chapter!