Elsa

As soon as I open my eyes, my sight is blurred. I feel undoubtedly confused as the world spins before me. All I can take in is the engulfing darkness—and the cold floor that pricks against my skin. I'm not in bed, that's for sure. Where am I?

It takes a while for the visions to come to me. I search my brain for previous memories; all I can process around me is muffled crying. Rapunzel. Jack. The chloroform… oh my god.

I attempt to prop my elbow up on the ground, but the overtaking shock I experience prevents me from doing so. I can't be pinned down, can I?

A burning sensation spreads through my arms after I try to move. They're confined together—and so are my legs. Great, she tied me with rope.

My sight begins to clear, but the only light in the room I can spot is through the crack of a door. I urge myself to think of an escape plan—but my thoughts are interrupted once the surrounding weeps cease.

A few seconds of silence take place, and my heart thumps against my chest. What the hell is happening?

"You'll pay for ever saying that, Frost."

Rapunzel. Her voice, that once was so bubbly and chirpy, is deep and droning; I almost don't recognize it. But surely, she's talking to Jack. He's here! We both have to escape...

My instincts snap once I see a metal object glimmer above me. I can discern, amidst the darkness that there is a sharp blade, as the edged point sparks before my eyes. "I swear to you."

I can't tell if it's coming down. I won't be able to see how far it is until it pierces me—so, I gather all the strength I can inside me to fight back. It's what Jack taught me to do, to survive.

For the first time in my life, I feel like a badass, like Jack. I'm afraid, but why let the fear control me? Why not attack the opponent with equal force? Nothing should hold me back.

I raise my legs up. Though my ankles are bound together, I kick straight ahead of me as hard as possible. It was easier than I thought, really, and almost effortless; my attacker wasn't expecting my move.

"Oof!" I hear Rapunzel gasp, as if I had just beaten all the air from her body, and she falls back.

The knife clatters to the floor. Footsteps are thundering from upstairs, growing louder and the vibration gradually increasing in impact. People are coming, to either hurt or help me.

"W—What?" She wheezes. "The bitch is awake!"

"That's right. Guess that chloroform didn't last too long, huh?"

"You just got lucky!" Her hand reaches for the knife, but as she goes too far, she doubles back in pain and gives a frightening cough. "Ugh! H—Hans... Kill her!"

"NO!" Jack barks. I whip my head to face him, worried for his fate. "Don't do it! Please, Rapunzel! I did what you asked!"

A silhouette guarding him stirs—Hans. I feel utterly betrayed, mostly for Anna. I had never trusted him. But now, there's a logical reason to.

However, he hesitates in immediate movement. Could he be debating if he should follow Rapunzel's order?

"I said kill her, Hans!"

"Rapunz—"

The footsteps draw near to the room. At this moment, we all know there's no time left. Could we be safe? Oh god, oh god—

"I called the police! Just seize her!" A smooth, recognizable voice calls out, and in bursts about five men—four clad in nothing but pajama boxers. I realize that the leader is indeed someone I know. The Nightmare Fraternity's president: Pitch Black.

The other frat members rush to my attempted killer, my roommate—and drag her up on her feet. "Pitch!" she rasps. "Why would you do that to me?"

"It's the least I could do after my uncle's death! I always knew you were crazy, Rapunzel, but I never knew you were a murderer! I'm drawing the line here; I will never love you! You'll be rotting in jail very soon."

My hands would have clasped my mouth if they weren't tied. God! She killed North? It was her all along... I should have known.

"No, please!"

"You think I broke your heart? That I shattered your world?" He inches closer to her with balled fists, as his men clutch onto her. She sinks downward, finally showing weakness. "Well, you were the one that killed my beloved uncle in cold blood; the closest man I have to an actual father!"

"I'm sorry... but it's not too late! I promise I'll change! I swear on my life! We can still be together!"

"Enough of this." He looks down, probably repulsed by the sight of her at this point. "Hold onto her tight, boys, until the cop car arrives. I'll take care of Hans..."

Hans, who appears stiff as a statue, lingers near the doorway; I can sense the conflict occurring in his mind. Should he escape, or accept getting what he deserves for working with Rapunzel?

I do not feel bad for him. Maybe it's because I don't know his story, and his reasons—but right now, I'm concerned enough with freeing myself from the ropes.

"I'm sorry for working with your—ex," he murmurs. "But now that she's captive, please forgive me! Let me stay here."

"You are stripped of your brotherhood," Pitch grabs him firmly by the collar. "And, for working with her, the police will want to see you as well."

Rapunzel and Hans are led to the next room, and as I hear the nearing police sirens sound from outside, I undergo the greatest sense of relief. At last the chaos is over. I can be with Jack, in peace.

Afterward, the members come back and unbind Jack and I from our constraints. Tears begin to well in my eyes—happy tears. I gaze to Jack in admiration. He did it. We did it. The struggle is over.

"You both are free to go," Pitch states, and unexpectedly pats Jack on the shoulder. "Good job, Snow. Eh, I mean—Frost."

Jack smiles and thanks him. But as the Nightmare president leaves—I wrap my arms around him as if I were to hold on forever, drowning myself in the embrace. He almost lost me—and I almost lost him. But we didn't, and I was more than grateful for that.

"I'm sorry, Jack," I sob. "So—sorry."

"What are you sorry about, sweetheart?" He wipes my tears with his thumb. It would have killed him if I died...

"About you having to go through that." I sink my head into shoulder. I finally feel safe now, secured. He is my safe-place.

"None of this was your fault," he coos.

"But you went through so much trouble, to protect me. I just—I don't know how to respond to it. How to thank you."

"Elsa, you don't need to, because..." He stops himself. I glance at him, unsure of what he was going to say—I notice his cheeks are flushed red.

"Because?"

He takes a deep breath. "Because, I love you."

In that moment, he kisses me. The purest feeling of love bursts out my heart. Having been the first time he confessed that—this moment was so special. Jack had shown me love after all the trouble I've experienced, after my parents' death. After Anna has ignored me.

But now, everything is coming into place—because of him. He had taken me on the greatest adventure of my life, and though dangerous, it made us appreciate one another more than ever.

As we pull apart, our lips only centimeters away—I mutter the sacred words back. "I love you too..."

His body is so warm against mine, as his hand strokes my cheek. He chuckles; I can tell he's reminiscing back to earlier. "Nice kick, by the way. You really have some spy in you."

"Thanks to you, of course."

Jack

Rapunzel and Hans were arrested shortly afterward. I was sure Rapunzel, being a legal adult, would be sentenced to life imprisonment after I proved her being the killer of North. I never asked Bunny what happened to Hans—but I knew Anna moved onto another guy. Kristoff, that's the name Elsa gave me.

I said goodbye to Flynn for the last time. Yeah, he was upset to find out everything: that I was really a secret agent, and that his girlfriend was a crazed murderess. I told him he would be granted a fresh start, especially by being part of the Nightmares; he hoped I was right.

Speaking of Bunny, I know what one would think. It's true: I returned back to the business. Right before I boarded the plane, Elsa and I had promised to keep in touch until she graduated Guardian U. She only has one semester left—and I was sure I would be able to visit her in between, when off my job.

"When I graduate," she stated, "I want to go where you are. I—I want to be with you, Jack."

From there, we decided to make our relationship official. The long-distance part wouldn't be painful, as it would only last a short time.

"Christ, I knew you weren't being serious when you quit," Bunny grumbled, as I sat in his office the next day. "So let me get this straight: that psycho girl held you hostage, and forced you to make the call. But—why? Why did you do it?"

This is what I was afraid to tell Bunny of. I did it to ensure Elsa's safety—but how could he possibly understand?

I have lied to him long enough. I think... now is the time the truth should come out.

"About that, there's something I want to tell you," I fidget with my hands under the desk. "You can laugh, or be mad all you want. But—there's this girl."

I would've expected him to stop me right there, but he doesn't. That surprises me. "Continue, Frost."

"Um... well, I know you said to never trust anyone. To never let anyone in. But—it was hard. I'm positive she's the only girl I've ever met that has truly given me love. I met her on the mission."

"And?"

"She knows, Bunny, that I'm a spy. I'm sorry. We were just... being chased, when she was with me. It was the night of the sniper, the motorcycles. When I fled with her, it occurred to me how important it was that I should protect her. I wanted to protect her. I made the call so that Rapunzel wouldn't... kill her."

My boss gives me a look he's never given before. But it's not negative at all. There is a glint in his eyes, which I have never seen before. Either he's amused by my youthful mind, or inspired by my confession.

"I gotta give it to you, Frost. Not bad. You successfully completed your biggest case yet. But—you know I'm still gonna have to run a background check on this chick, right?"

I laugh. "You won't find anything bad, I guarantee it. But alright."

Elsa

I was about halfway through my second semester of senior year, until I received the biggest news of my life. It was good and bad; I couldn't determine whether it was one or the other.

After I get out of class, a police officer who had shown up on campus pulls me to the side. My heart seemingly jumps in my throat. Does this have to do with Jack?

I knew the police force and the CIA weren't the same things. But occasionally, they did work together. Had something happened to Jack that needed to get to me? I always felt uneasy about him going back to the agency, but I knew it made him happy at times. Oh god, Jack, please be alright.

"Miss Anderson." The officer is a short, stout man with a ruffled mustache. He looks absolutely shocked, which furthermore frightens me. "I have found some—news."

"What is it about? Is it Jack?" I clutch my hands to my heart, eyes widened.

He looks to me in confusion. "No, Miss. It's about... your parents."

I should feel relieved. Maybe I do, just a little. But at the mentioning of my parents, who are deceased, I undergo a newfound feeling of anxiety. He talks about my parents as if they are alive; what could have happened? Had someone stolen their possessions? Robbed their graves?

"Wh—What do you mean?" I try to remain calm, but my voice is starting to sound tense—and a bit angered.

"Do you remember, Miss Anderson, the reports about their car accident in Denmark? While they were traveling abroad?"

"Yes, my... my aunt told me years ago. What are you getting at?"

"And you are aware their car was in flames?"

I immediately freeze at the officer's words. They were too much. I visualize everything: the smashing of tires, the scorching fire. The helpless cries of my mother and father. I shut my eyes tight as perturbation overcomes me. I want to break down, being so disturbed of the visual. "Yes, I'm aware. Now, officer, if you'll excuse me."

I attempt to leave his presence, but he blocks me from getting any further. "Miss Anderson—"

"Get out of my way," I clench my teeth, refraining myself from yelling.

"This is important. You have to listen."

"I don't want to be bombarded with questions. Get to the point, officer."

He takes a deep breath, and then spills his words out quickly—as if he prepared a speech beforehand. "I don't know if you aunt told you this, but their bodies were gone. Investigators assumed that what remained of them were burnt ashes..."

"What is your point?" I demanded, trying to shut out the visuals that kept coming to me.

The officer studies me, dumbfounded by the little knowledge I carried in this situation. "Miss Anderson," he whispers. "We—we found them. Alive."

This hits me like a hammer on the head, once I am able to actually take in his statement. My mind becomes fuzzy; I cannot think efficiently. An officer would never lie to me, and of course—he wouldn't be saying this if he weren't positive about it, right? Should my parents surely be alive?

My knees wobble violently, and I clutch onto a nearby pillar for support. All the color has seemed to drain from my already pale complexion. The first thing I can spit out is: "Where?"

I force myself to listen to him without going off in my mind, thinking of possible scenarios on how Mom and Dad could have survived. Can it really be true? "Still in Denmark, Miss Anderson."

My fingers are wrapped tight around the rounded pillar, and my whole body feels it is lit afire. Why are they gone? Had this officer just been implying that they abandoned us after all this time?

"Someone must have caused the accident, in order to stage a fake death. There is no doubt your parents were taken."

Oh god, oh god! "What—what do you mean?" My throat is dry, as it hurts to speak aloud anymore.

"They were being held captive. They still are. We found their whereabouts, but the power that holds them is... strong."

"Why?"

"They're a dangerous movement that wants to take over Europe. They use other humans—whoever they can find—to do so."

"It's that simple?"

"Don't we all wish, Miss Anderson," he says. "Your aunt was also informed of this, but she doesn't know what measures to take."

"Well, I'll handle this myself," I decide. Fury seethes in my blood at the thought of my parents suffering for years, being unwillingly captive—never being able to contact their own family again. What further pissed me off was that the police had taken so long to discover this. "I—I'm going to Denmark."

"Miss—"

I push past the officer with a bit more force than I had intended to use. Now, there was no time to waste. I had to call Jack.

A/N: I chose Denmark for a reason that incorporates new characters for our next mission! It was part of Scandinavia, and from what I've read, it's assumed that Berk is in between Denmark and Norway in the real world. (That's right: Berk. Hiccup is coming!) I also thought it would be cool that Jack and Elsa get to travel overseas, so yeah. Hope you enjoyed; more to come soon!