A/N: Lol so cut me some slack, it's been awhile since I have written anything. Light teaser of sadistic Elsa! Tell me how y'all feel about this? Also I kinda lost my ambition for this story but I got back into it….sooo yay!
The Last of Us: Intimidation
3 MONTHS LATER
Elsa trudged into Illinois on a mission. She had spent the last 3 months slaughtering any infected she had come across. Her clothes drenched in blood of her fallen enemies, and her hair matted with the rich, red liquid. Her machete, constantly grasped in her hand tightly, was still dripping from the last clicker it beheaded. Elsa had made it a point to torture clickers before killing them; reckless, but it quenched her hunger for vengeance, but only so for a moment.
Her black boots dragged through the crumbled concrete of the abandoned ghost town. She dropped her backpack to her feet, and took in the smell of pollen that was fresh in the air of spring. The second thing she noticed were her clothes. Elsa's clothes were ripped and shredded, adorn with old, and new blood. Rags. Nothing more than rags draped over her body. This, however, did not seem to faze the soldier as she pulled out an old red tank full of gas. She drenched the land before her in the pungent liquid.
Elsa pulled the gun from her shoulder and then a cigar out from her pocket and rested it in between her plump lips. She pumped the shotgun. The sharp click broke the silence in the town like a sharp whip. A sadistic smile graced her lips when she pulled the trigger. Pulling a lighter out of her boot, she waited. Sharp moans and viciously hungry snarls filled the air as a half a dozen infected jumped out rapidly and crazed; looking for their next kill.
Blue eyes lit up with complete excitement as they drew closer. Bringing the lighter to her cigar she lit it coolly, not bothered by the rapidly approaching infected. Her eyes watched as they came closer and closer, no more than ten yards away and inclosing fast had she finally let go of her lighter. The metal hit the ground harshly, its tiny flame blazing into an up roar as the gasoline egged the flame on, daring it to become larger and brighter. The infected ran into the roaring blaze, fully intent on tearing Elsa limb to limb, but the fire had other ideas. The flesh of her enemies burned and cracked as the infected writhed in pain not even a yard away from where Elsa stood.
Elsa's gaze sharpened as one crawled slowly through the flame towards her. The runner's skin was charred and still lit in some areas. Taking a large drag from the cigar she laid her heavy boot upon its head. She applied pressure slowly, teasingly, snarling as its head slowly crushes inwards. Bones cracking and blood spluttering under her weight.
Kristoff laid on the couch, thinking. That's all he had been doing lately. Anna had decided to stay with him on his travel to California. His son. Sven. His poor baby boy was trapped on the other side of the country. Truth be told he didn't know if Sven was still alive or not. Maybe that's the reason why he hadn't told Elsa or Anna. Who would stay on a journey if the reward or end point may not even be there? He looked over to the sleeping girl; it had been months since they had seen Elsa, and it was affecting the younger sister in unimaginable ways. He could only hope that Elsa was still following the route to Cali that Rapunzel had deemed most fit.
Rapunzel. Ha. That's another thing that he had been thinking about. His best friend. The one who was now dead. The reason Elsa went off her rockers. Even though HE had known Rapunzel for years he had somehow managed to stay intact, but little soldier girl couldn't? Kristoff found himself chuckling at the thought. It was comical, was it not? Maybe he had not known Rapunzel in THAT kind of way, but he did know her. He had loved her longer than Elsa, but not as intensely he supposed. However, was passion and loss of a loved one really a reason to abandon your family? Your sister? The one person whom had always been then there and had been Elsa's rock? It was ridiculous. Absurd.
He looked down to the frowning girl cuddled into Olaf, and couldn't fathom why someone would leave her. Anna, who isn't even his blood, feels like a sister, and he couldn't imagine ever leaving her. Especially in this unforgiving and uncertain world where danger is lurking in every corner. He loves Anna. Anna is good and she is kind, and she is also in love with her sister? Which confuses him as well, but it's all the same to him. In this fucked up world who is he to judge? The only thing he can control is who he loves, and he loves his little redheaded sister.
The.
Last.
Of.
Us.