Elsa panicked and burst through the door, blindly running after clumsily grabbing her pistol. She had long since dropped the katana, and demanded the James stay with Anna as Sam trailed after Elsa.
She had no sense of direction, only the periodic screams guiding her, desperate for Monty. She turned this way, then that way; finally, up a stair case and to a locked door, the screams behind it. Her eyes were dark, tears just brimming the rims of her icy orbs, and when she had enough of hearing Monty and men behind the door, she pulled out her pistol and shot the door handle then kicking it open, ignoring the pain in her body.
Monty.
Monty...
MONTY.
Terror. She was naked, her body held by ropes forcing her on her knees, her arms above her head. Her body was bruised and bleeding, and there were burns on her skin, fresh. She could smell the scent of the flesh. Her nose crinkled, and she turned around the small room, finding a total of four men; Hans, Bartholomew, Vyx, and a man she did not know.
"Perfect. You're all here, so I can fucking kill you all." Elsa sneered, raising her gun.
"Ah, ah, ahhh! Put it down, now, or she'll have a fresh new burn-" Vyx hissed, putting a burning rod to her throat. Monty whimpered.
Elsa threw the gun down in a sudden fit of anger, pissed Vyx had so much control over her.
"Good girl," Hans cooed. Elsa shot him a glare that would normally freeze her own men. But he had a sort of arrogant fearlessness about him that aggravated Elsa, because damnit he should be terrified of what she was gonna do to him.
"Just give me my friend. Now." Elsa tried appearing far more strong then she was, but wasn't able to.
"You give me my client, and I will happily let you and your friend leave." Hans retorted, limping over to Elsa. She felt a cruel sense of pleasure seeing him limp from her damage.
"I don't know where she is." Elsa hissed.
"I do."
It was Bartholomew. At that very minute, two more men broke through the door and threw Anna onto the ground. Elsa gasped and ran to her, dropping to her knees again and cradling Anna against her. She cooed into her face, her breath cold against Anna.
"Ah, there you are!" Hans laughed manically, his eyes widening and mouth open in a huge, ugly smile.
"Get away from her!" Elsa hissed, her arms protective around Anna.
"Oh, but Elsa... I paid you to kill her. It's about time you followed through- and if I remember right, you were gonna fuck her? How about you two fuck, then you finish the job I paid you to do, and this will all be over." Hans smiled.
Elsa's eyes widened and her body stiffened... Why didn't it make sense before now? Anna... Lillianna. She was so stupid!
But no, fuck it all.
Fuck everything in that exact moment, because Elsa no longer wanted this job or duty. She was no longer in this debt. She was falling hard for Anna, and that wasn't going to be ruined because both girls had secrets and a life unknown to the other.
"Get. Away."
Elsa was trembling as she stood to her feet slowly, and when she turned around there was fire in her eyes. A fire she never knew someone so cold could posses. Hans was scared now, and Elsa revelled in it.
Her body shifted slowly, and her teeth were bared like an animal. "Monty, my friend, I am so sorry..." Elsa started to mumble, as she slid onto the ground quickly, catching the gun with her feet so it slid at her body. Gracefully she stood again and smashed Bartholomew's head with the barrel, no one seeing the move coming when she turned her body. She aimed the gun now at Vyx, and he backed away slowly.
Then the stranger with them suddenly grappled Elsa's arms, holding them above her head and kneeing her lower back causing her to yelp in pain when he ripped the gun from her hand.
Then all of Elsa's men were there; all of them. Relief was like a tidal wave as they freed her, and her attention was to Vyx now, and only Vyx.
She pulled her gun up again, and ran to him.
He was quick, she found. He was on her in a minute, the heated metal falling on her forearm as she screamed blocking it from her chest, recoiling. Then, the gun was in his gut as she shot, feeling no regret and only rage and satisfaction that the man who betrayed her was down.
Turning, Elsa found herself even more satisfied when Bartholomew and Hans stared at her in horror, finally understanding the intensity of her love for her people.
For Monty.
For Anna.
Vyx was bleeding on the ground, and Elsa somehow knew he'd bleed to death. She was intuitive like that, her knowledge often simply there.
Anna was still on the ground panting. Bartholomew was being restrained by Elsa's men, as well as Hans. She smiled at them through a bruised dirty face, blood still lingering on her lip. It dried and appeared like a deserts cracked surface. The other man was on the ground too, slowly crawling away. How petty. She let him.
Her attention turned to Bartholomew, who was cowering. "Where are all your men now, hmm? I think the Pack has finally conquered this town. I hope you learned you cannot cross the wolves." Elsa hissed at him through narrowed, half lidded eyes and a smirk.
He said nothing, and tried struggling a little against her men. She smiled, because he couldn't.
Then, to Hans;
"I never want to see your face around here again."
He trembled inwardly and nodded. Elsa strode over to Monty now, releasing her bound wrists as the naked girl fell against Elsa. "Someone," Elsa sighed, when her friend Tyler came and got Monty from her.
She bent over Vyx now in all her glory. He was bleeding to death, grunting. God, why was this moment so perfect?
"Fuck! Elsa!"
The blond turned around frantically to see Hans bending over Anna, and her heart dropped when the metal glimmered in his hand as she was aware of the knife. She screamed and jumped forward, but it was too late. The sound of a blade slipping into Anna's tummy and her yelp of pain came far to quickly. "That's for Viktor." Elsa's body tumbled into Hans with a fear she didn't quite understand; never in her life had she felt something so powerful in her. She punched Hans in the face whilst straddling his chest, once, twice, thrice, relentless in her pounding. She turned quickly to see Anna spit up blood and she panicked and screamed in Hans face.
"God fucking damnit!" She hissed through her teeth, and put the gun barrel right on his forehead. Her sneer was disgusting; his face was repulsive, overwhelmed with fear.
She pulled the trigger, and nothing happened. Again, and again, and her gun was empty before she even finished her personal job. She growled through clenched teeth and eyes, and began to punch again at his face, smashing her fists into his head.
Then she ran to Anna, and pulled her up as she gasped for breath.
"We're going back now- we're gonna fix all this, okay? We will, I promise. And this time, I'll keep it- I promise." To Anna. "Make sure we have him somewhere." To her men, regarding Hans.
Back in her familiar base, Elsa felt a little more comfortable- but with both Monty and Anna seemingly broken beyond repair, that sense of home was overpowered by desperation. Thankfully, she had a registered nurse in the Pack, as well as a psychiatrist. They were able to assure neither girl had a concussion nor permanent damage. It was a miracle and Elsa was a believer.
Monty was taken to her old room instead of Elsa's to rest, and both Bear and Kristoff waited with her for the entirety of the week.
Anna was with Elsa for an entire week; she was wrapped in a bandage around her waist, and shared Elsa's room and bed. They spent a full week laying together, healing, softly murmuring nothings to each other, getting to know each other through silence and soft caresses. They hardly spoke, until one evening.
"Elsa... I'm so sorry," the younger girl starting sighing, turning on the mattress so she faced Elsa.
"No, Anna. None of this was your fault, I swear to god, I should be apologizing. I can't believe I let this happen to you... I should have put the pieces together. Anna, if you'd only told me, I could have fixed it all, I swear..." Elsa opened her icy eyes to meet the sea-like ones of Anna, all of her emotions visible and tangible between them. She didn't mean for it to sound like she was blaming her, but she held so much back.
"I... It was Hans brother. He tried to rape me. I panicked. I didn't want him to touch me. I wasn't thinking and I killed him, Elsa, oh my god, I killed someone." Anna shuddered and Elsa reached out beneath the blankets and tenderly placed a hand on her hip. She wanted to reassure her, tell her it was okay. But Elsa didn't know if it was okay. Elsa knew what it was like to kill someone but in a different fashion, and she slept fine at night. Anna, though, was of a more innocent nature.
"I didn't have shit there, so it wasn't hard to leave. My family didn't even acknowledge my existence all my life, man, that's hard. So... I left. I ran away from that, from my sin, from the nothing I had." Elsa watched Anna's lips as she spoke, and when she saw a tear roll down past her rosy lips, she looked at her eyes which were red and swollen.
"I'm so scared they'll find me, Elsa."
"I won't let them, I swear."
Anna believed her. She had faith in Elsa.
"You... You were gonna kill Hans, weren't you?" Anna whispered, looking away.
Elsa felt ashamed, felt as though Anna looked away because she was scared now of Elsa, or disgusted. "I was. I still want to."
Anna didn't say a word. She looked back to Elsa and pulled the blankets over her mouth and nose so only her eyes were visible. Her eyebrows furrowed, and she mumbled something under her breath. It was muffled by the blanket, but Elsa only smiled shyly, timidly. She raised a brow, questioning the words.
Anna moved the blanket away from her lips but it still hovered over her mouth. "Kiss me," her words were a ghosts whisper.
Elsa pulled the blanket over there heads and hovered over Anna, biting her lip. "Why?" Elsa sighed, her breath cool on Anna's skin, leaving goosebumps.
Anna didn't reply with words; rather, she leaned up and forced their lips together. They were passionate, but also controlled and sensitive, careful because both still had disgusting bruises on their bodies, darkening with every passing day. They had yet to turn yellow and heal.
Their lips moved together in a flawless dance, barely there- then there all at once. The small jerks of Anna's chin to meet Elsa's lips caused a mew from the blonds mouth that caused Anna to move more eagerly into Elsa's grip on her. Elsa's tongue lightly brushed against Anna's bottom lip, an entry that would be a sin to deny. First, Anna met the pink muscle with the tip of her own tongue, taunting and teasing. Elsa's head moved to one side in the kiss, giving her a wider range into Anna's mouth as she began her exploration. It was sweet and unlike any other meaningless kiss Elsa had received from temporary lovers. Her hands groped at Anna's hips and kneaded the flesh there, her fingertips just under the hem of her shirt, careful not to touch the spot where a knife penetrated her skin.
These touches were so meaningful to both girls as Anna moaned a little into Elsa's mouth, creating a blissful yet short lived vibration.
The pure essence of passion cocooned them, before Elsa pulled away, a string of spit connecting the two girls as they snickered and blushed lightly.
"I just needed to know." Anna whispered, answering Elsa's early inquiry. Elsa raised her brow, not ready to ask what she meant. She wanted to discover what she meant throughout a life time.
Anna nuzzled her nose into Elsa's and cuddled into her, slowly so she wouldn't hurt her tummy. Elsa wrapped arms around her and covered her face in kisses before humming a sort of intimate lullaby.
A/N; NO WORRIES STILL A TON MORE TO COME PLUS WE HAVEN'T EVEN SEEN ANY SEXY TIMES YET (; do not fret my friends :D still a bit more to go in this story c; plus this chapter ended far too... happily-ever-after-y. We all know the best things never last c;
thoughts thus far?
what else do you wanna see? Would you guys like Hans to suffer, die, etc?
annnd SWEET starting pirate ELSANNA SOON ((((;
Thank you for all your wonderfulness! I appreciate it so much. Again, lemme know what you'd like to see before this ends- I love meeting your desires! C;
