The twins entered their apartment and were immediately in the shower cleaning the 'nature' off of themselves. Kristoff had showered first and was laying on the bed listening to his sister do her usual singing in the shower with and orchestra of water drops splattering all around her, not a care in the world at the moment. He heard a faint buzzing sound coming from the kitchen, where they kept their phones. Kristoff got up and walked in to the kitchen and found Elsa's phone vibrating against the counter. He looked at the screen before picking it up and answering it, Anna on the other end.
"Elsa?" said Anna into her end of the line.
"No, what do you want?" he said irritated into the phone.
"Oh um, long story short, the IP traced back to your address. Or at least the address of the apartment complex, I couldn't narrow it down to a particular unit. Bye." Anna said quickly before abruptly hanging up the phone on Kristoff.
He stood there processing the information he had just been told, when he felt a small hand on his shoulder. He turned around and there stood Elsa of course looking at him inquisitively. "Who was that?" she asked.
"Anna, said she traced the signal to this apartment complex." he said as he walked to the window in the living room and parted the blinds with his fingers, peering through suspiciously at all of the units he could see. "I guess that means, whoever is doing this, is close by."
With a look of fear and paranoia on her face, Elsa said "But we don't even know anyone else here." as her eyes dart around the room.
Anna hung up the phone. She could feel someone's eyes burning into her skin from afar. She turned around but there was no one looking at her, just the usual banter of the other analysts in the bullpen. Anna shook her head and dismissed the idea. It was lunch time and she had a lunch date with Sven planned.
Anna pulled out her phone and shot him a text, 'Hey I am on my way, just now leaving work.'
She put her phone back into her purse and turned off her computer and left the building, heading for the seemingly city sized parking lot. Anna had been late to work that day so she was forced to park in the back of the lot. After walking for what seemed like miles, she reached her car, Anna immediately noticed her car was sitting significantly lower than usual. Further inspection yielded that her tires had been slashed. Looking closer she saw a note that was slid under her wiper blade.
She read it to herself, 'Back off, and stop helping them or else next time it won't be your tires.'
Anna immediately looked around in paranoia. She concluded that someone close, knew that she had been helping the twins. Anna pulled her phone back out of her purse and called the only person she felt like she could trust at the moment, Sven.
"Hey, ar-" he was cut off by her frantic speech over the phone.
"Sven, I need you to come and get me now please. Like ten minutes ago now. Just come to the front of the building." she said.
"On my way." he said comforting, non-prying kind of way. Anna hung up the phone and walked backwards a few steps before turning and sprinting to the front of the building while clutching the expandable metal baton she kept hidden in her purse, ready to drop anyone who may be lurking in between the cars in the parking lot.
Anna had her back up against the wall, her hand still inside her purse clutching her weapon. Sven had managed to get there in a record breaking ten minutes. She hopped into the car.
"Is everything alright?" asked Sven gently.
"S-some slashed my tires, Sven." said Anna.
"Why would anyone do that? I thought they just did that in the movies." he said.
"They also left a note, said 'Back off" or they will kill me." Anna said as she turned to look the man in the eyes. Anna then remembered Elsa and Kristoff, they could be in danger too. She took her phone and called them again.
Kristoff and his sister stood in line at the gun counter at their local sporting goods store. He was trying to help Elsa decide on a handgun to buy, he thought about giving her his P08 Luger but the toggle would jam frequently and did not want to risk that happening to his sister, should anything ever happen. So instead here they were, trying to pick out a nonreturnable lifelong companion of sorts. Finally the man behind the counter got to them.
"How can I help you today?" asked the man.
"We are trying to find a hand gun that suits my sister here" said Kristoff. Elsa gave her brother a glare that went unnoticed by him.
The man slid over to Elsa, "Can I see your hand please?" Elsa placed her left hand on the counter. "You're left handed?" asked the man with a raised eyebrow.
Elsa smiled and said, "Yes sir, I am!" Elsa turned and gestured to Kristoff "And so is my brother." She said the last part with a little sarcasm.
"Ah well that makes both of you rather unique as left handed shooters are few and far between." the man gave a polite laugh. He curled Elsa's hand around several different grips until she found one that was comfortable. Elsa had tried a small gun that she could only fit two fingers on and she remarked that it was cute, which elicited a laugh from both the dealer and her brother. Eventually she decided on a pistol that had a full length grip and was single stack magazine, so that it was thin enough for her to get her entire hand around.
"This is the one. It feels amazing, good balance too." said Elsa.
"Alright. Now for the caliber, you aren't as small as some of the girls I see come through here, I would think you can manage a nine millimeter without any issues. You agree sir?" asked the man.
"Yeah, that will be perfect for her." said Kristoff.
They checked out and got a couple of boxes of rounds for the range as well as a nice box of hollow points for carry, because the man explained that they had much less tendency to over penetrate, thus being safer for any non-combatants that may be behind the target. As the twins exit the store and walked toward the parking lot Elsa said, "I want you to stop introducing me as your sister to strangers alright?"
Kristoff looked at her blankly, "What? The hell you talkin bout?"
"Just...ya know I mean come on, Kris.." answered Elsa.
"What happened to the whole keeping up appearances thing?" retorted Kristoff.
"I mean around strangers, people who don't know us. In situations like that" she gestured to the store "just say I am your girlfriend or friend. Alright?"
"Sure I guess..." he said.
"I just want to feel comfortable with my feelings in public. Feel like I don't have to hide my affection and stuff, I mean it's not like anyone here knows about us anyway." she said.
At that comment Kristoff put his hand on her shoulder and spun her around to face him. "That's where your wrong, Elsa, see somebody does know, and what's worse, is that we don't know who it is or where they are." Kristoff said.
The two climbed into his truck and Elsa heard her phone ringing, she answered it without looking at who was calling. "Hello?"
On the other end of the line she could hear Anna's frantic voice. "Don't go home, someone knows that I have been helping you two. They slashed my tires. Just be careful." she said before hanging up.
Elsa sat there in her seat, staring at the phone in her hand.
"So what did she have to say?" said Kristoff, emphasizing his disdain for the woman.
"Someone slashed her tires, she said someone knows she has been helping us." said Elsa frankly.
"I don't understand why people do this fucking shit. If you got a problem with me then just come up and tell me to my face." said her brother in a short angry tone.
Elsa pointed to his white knuckles on the steering wheel. "Probably because you get scary when you're angry. You do have a little bit of a temper issue ya know?"
Kristoff scoffed at her, Elsa was the only one who could get off so easily for criticizing him like that. "I don't think I do." he said in the calmest voice he could muster, but he wasn't fooling her.
"Whatever. We need to figure out what to do now, she said it's not safe to go home." Elsa said.
"No one is going to kill you, Anna" said Sven comfortingly with his hand on her knee. "You can stay over at my place if it makes you feel safer." Sven was certainly interested in Anna, however he tried to downplay it a little. But whenever he was even in the same room as her, his mentality turned to that of a fourteen year old, but he managed to keep it contained.
"That's very gracious but I wouldn't want to impose." she said with a sad smile.
"No, I-I insist. Please Anna. I mean if that" he said pointing to the note in her hand "isn't a direct threat then I don't know what is. Regardless though, you shouldn't be alone." Sven said.
Anna heard her phone ring, she looked at the screen, 'unknown number' it said. She answered it anyway. Before she could speak a distorted voice came over the phone, "Calling and warning them, classify as helping. But if you want to play that game, then let's play shall we." Anna could see the red laser dot on Sven's forehead, and her reflexes guided her hands to the collar of his shirt and pulled him over towards herself, but the bullet had already shattered the windshield, red spatter landed on her glasses, partially blocking her vision.
The phone lay on the floorboard and she could hear the faint distorted voice telling her "That's your fault, Anna, I gave you fair warning. The sad part is that he didn't do anything wrong." the voice laughed at the irony in the last part of his statement. An audible 'click' was heard as the person on the other end of the line hung up. She couldn't hold it in any longer.
"What do you want from me!" screamed Anna at the top of her lungs, while looking up, as if she expected an answer from a deity, and holding Sven's motionless body in her arms. The tears ran freely from her eye, the sobs from between her lips.
Anna may not be the best person in the world, hell at times she could be an utter bitch, but did she really deserve this? She rocked back and forth in her seat, while holding Sven's head in her arms.
Elsa and her brother managed to get a hotel room for the night while they try to figure out what their next move was going to be. The room its self was cheap, but it's what to be expected she supposed. Kristoff plopped down on the bed, exhausted from the day's events. Elsa, rather ungracefully plopped down onto the bed next to him, she turned onto her side, propping her head up on her hand.
"Hey boyfriend, I love you." she said, which made her brother chuckle a little. Kristoff had said the she was his girlfriend to the lady at the check in counter. Kristoff nuzzled his head against her breast, and out of habit Elsa began to run her fingers though his hair.
"Anything for you, my love." said Kristoff as romantically as possible, his words slightly muffed because his face was buried in her chest. He was just seconds away from falling asleep. The phone in the room rang, shattering the complete silence of the hotel room, startling the twins, causing them to both jump.
Instantly wide awake, "The fuck?!" he said. Elsa answered the phone but there was no one there, the other end was silent.
Their heads snapped to the door, before looking at each other, when they heard someone knocking. This time Kristoff got up and looked through the peep hole.
"What the hell?" he said as he opened it. Outside the door to the room was a room service cart, adorned with a white cloth and a large silver platter and lid.
Elsa Screamed when she lifted the lid, for underneath it lie a dead black cat and a note. Kristoff calmly took the note and read it out loud. 'Consider him a consummation gift, you filth.' he said as he read it aloud.
Kristoff pushed the cart away and slammed the door. He look at his sister, "Elsa, this is getting out of control." he said frankly. Elsa slid down the wall as she began crying into her hands. What a day it had been indeed.
So a lot happened in this chapter. Tell me readers, what the hell is going on here!? As always thank you for reading, Thoughts and comments both welcome and wanted.