The Morozov

First fanfic, I was nervous to post this but I drank some liquid courage so I did it. So… uh yea (Laughs nervously running my hands down my face)

This will be rated T for now very strongly maybe? LMK if it should be changed. See how nervous I am

Warning: Violence, language

I don't own anything Frozen, except my own characters.

Chapter 1

It was the coldest it's been that year, that year is 1942. When a young woman barely past adulthood stood outside an apartment complex. Her coat had a light layer of snowflakes on the shoulders but they didn't stick too long after a gust of wind would rattle her to the bones Inside that building in room unknown-she'd have to try each one- had the answers to a tragedy ten years prior.

That same chill was also in the air in 1931, one year prior to the tragedy.

All those who were brave enough- which was not many- to travel during the snowstorm in early February '31 wore layers of clothing over the suits and dresses. Others were inside warm by the fire stoves in their homes. Although there were the less fortunate who had no shelter, only the alley ways that gave them some cover from the chill wind.

There was one place in the city where it's the coldest, but still the fire burned warm. There was no average person who would venture there unless they were in trouble that only this place can help them. They also knew that in receiving help there was a price, but that's a given. Ask for a favor it would only be right to give a favor in return. Ask for financial help and you will receive that financial help, but the 'payment' can be anything. Those who lived and thrived in this cold place determines the price, it can vary from a simple favor to something that should never be spoken of.

The cold, stoic faces who lived and thrived in this place during the usual, unusual weather sat at a table. They all had paid their price to join the game. There is a price on almost everything, huh? All eight of them had cards in their hands, each taking quick glances over at their enemies trying to catch a cheat or some sign that would give away the others hand. It was a close game. Well it was for two of the players, sleight of hand, card counting were only some of their specialties. The others were pretty much there to see the showdown but for all they know they can possibly have a winning hand.

To maintain a poker face, you have to keep a consistent facade. A shift in your seat, a shaky breath, or to scratch an itch can give you away, even if you have the upper hand. You can learn to hide these things, but the human body has reactions to each emotion or feeling. One of those is sweating, one of the two players had a glisten on their forehead. It's not from the fireplace or too much clothing. Their movements were shaky, they were nervous. They had the right to be as well, they put it all in. A cocky win can do that to someone until it bites them in the ass.

The weather made it the perfect time to play such a game, no police or any law enforcement would be out and about. It was perfect because they are illegally gambling. So rules are rules as in a legal match, yes, but they are meant to be broken. They just need to be broken the right way or else you'd be the one with a bullet in your head.

One of the opponents hid a smirk at their competitions walls begin to crumble. They liked to see them squirm especially since they purposefully lost the last game in order to give the idiot peacock a chance to show its feathers. They had a better hand dealt to them but sleight of hand can change that. AS for the peacock, the animal has no defensive traits, the predator used that against it. Its just waiting for the movie that's been patiently waiting for.

Once one gives up and shows their cards. The others do the same. The predator stared at the peacock with cold eyes, eyes that made the opponent sweat from the beginning of the game.

"Bullshit" The peacock shouted and slammed his hands on the table. "You cheated! Mr… uh. YOU never told me your name!"

The predator smiled at the man who was red with either embarrassment or anger, as they brought the winnings towards them. In a calm quiet voice they spoke. "You never asked for it so I never gave it. It's Morozov. I want to know what's the problem with the results of this game? I see you have…" They both knew he had a great hand, it would have definitely won another match. "So tell me how you won even though I have a flush, Pines. Do that and the pots yours."

50/50 were the odds that there wouldn't be bullets in bodies during the illegal gambling. The man stayed in his seat and pointed a gun towards the winner, "I counted cards, there was no possible way for you to have that hand!"

"Yet you were uneasy the entire game, after you went all in did you begin to doubt that you hand of an ace, jack, and a 2? I know how to read people Pines, you are an open book." The winner said this with confidence barely shook by the barrel pointing directly at them as the pot was being counted.

The click of the safety stopped them from counting. They put it down and with a gloved hand the predator pulled out another gun and pointed it back at the peacock, who became a cowardly dog with its tail tucked.

"Make a move sir and I will shoot. Give me the money and you'll walk away with your life." The man stood up and moved the gun to the opponents temple.

That caused a domino effect, all five other players stood up, five cocked handguns pointed at Pines. "You are the one who cheated Pines. Drop the gun."

"I'm not the only one, Morozov."

Morozav stood up the barrel followed them as they stood full height, they were about two inches short of Pines. The barrel of the gun pointed at Pines, the tables turned "You counted cards, you admitted it. I also believe that shooting me will do no good for you. Pull the trigger and you'll have five holes, its pointless Pines. I'll ask one more time. Drop. The. Gun."

The safety clicked back on and the sound of the gun hitting the floor was all that was heard.

Pines looked back to whom he thought was a man and focused on the features, since they were full height. The disguise was almost impenetrable. He, she wore a tailored, black suit, suede shoes. The woman dressed like a man, hat and all. He gasped when she removed the black hat he was able to see the pale blonde hair done in a tight bun, some of her fringes became loose and hung around her face. It framed the soft, sharp features of her face. The bright, cold blue eyes. The swell of her breasts…

"A woman?" Pines pulled a small pistol that was hidden in his trousers, no longer feeling threatened by the woman. "You shouldn't impersonate a man, girl."

He raised the gun again to the level of her eyes, "You can get yourself in big trouble and get hurt. Give me the money and your pretty face won't get dirty."

Not long after he pulled the small gun out, a pathetic whimper came from the man and dropped the gun, after putting the safety back on. He had a gun pointed at his head. With a side eye Morozov, well one of them for its a family name,picked up the gun and pointed it at its previous owner. "That was the wrong move. You accused me of cheating in a game you admittedly said you, yourself cheated in." Morozov shook her head, "Then you threatened-"

"Threatened?" Said the man who held the gun to Pines temple. He had a strong Russian accent, "You know the rules here. So you should know I don't take kindly to cheating."

There was a sigh of relief that came from the Pines. He knew that voice anywhere. "Kazi... This woman also cheated. I-"

Kazi shook his head. He was tall at least four inches taller than Pines. Kazimir held himself high his blue eyes were one of his bold traits along with black hair. His sharp jawline and always creased eyebrows added to his intimidating demeanor. He was the one who owned the building, he was the head of the house. He made the rules, if he says 2+2=5, then two plus two will always be five. "You should also know I don't take kindly to cheaters. More than this pussy of a man."

One of the men walked around from the other end of the poker table, he whispered into the big man's ear. Kazi nodded and pressed the gun harder into Pines', it would leave an indent, if he removed it.

"Please that's all I have. I'll pay you back like I have the last time! I-I have a family. I need that money," he begged when another barrel touched his forehead.

"Pathetic. Once again you say something stupid. How can you pay us back when you have nothing? That was all you had, no?" Kazi laughed. "After the game, you threatened this woman?"

"S-she didn't play by rules and-"

"You threatened her again after realizing she was a woman." Kazi shoved Pines back into his chair, so he could look into Pine's eyes. "Did you know that woman is my niece?"

Kazi nodded at one of the men, they took Kazi's place in holding a gun to Pines forehead.

"Niece?"

"She is my favorite niece. I'd rather call her my daughter than niece." He walked over to her and put a hand on her shoulder. "I have never favorited a family member until she was born. I felt it in me that she'd be special. How right I was about my Elsa."

Elsa tried not to smile as her uncle continued his speech of his favorite niece. It was the one he used for, well all of these moments. These moments always started with the man end well… it varies depending on what they are accused for.

She liked these moments the best as twisted as it was.

"If I knew she was of blood to you I never would have done anything! P-please, I swear I'll never come here again." Pines was crying now, her uncle was right, he was pathetic. Elsa would have been embarrassed if she was related to someone like Pines.

"I can't seem to trust you anymore Pines. I wanted you to do a simple task and you didn't do it. It was easy for you to do, you are a server at the only place he eats, that bastard." Kazimir looked to Elsa, he noticed the look in her eyes. Like Elsa, he is good at reading people. "Strip him."

Pines looked to the men surrounding him and removing his clothes, "W-hat is the point of this? I-I don't understand. Let me go!" Pines struggled against their hands but it was useless.

Elsa's mouth twitched upwards as the man was left in underwear and a wife beater, revealing the mark of a rival family. She looked to her uncle who looked even angrier than he did when he found out what happened to his niece. She clenched her left hand which was about to grab the pistol stashed behind her lower back. Elsa always despised those who disrespect her family.

"You came to me for help, I gave it to you. In return, I wanted you to treat my family as yours. Now, it was hard to believe my niece when she came to me saying you have betrayed this family." He smiled at Elsa, though he made sure she was the only one to see it, and took the pistol from behind her. "Tonight you come armed and point it at my niece and you bear the mark of my enemies."

Pines continued to beg, "Please they threatened my family, I had no choice but to come here. I h-had to-"

"Had to what?" Elsa snapped. She has had enough of his blubbering mess and took initiative, pulled a switch blade and held the tip to his Adam's apple. The others backed away allowing her full control of the situation. A few of them smirking.

"To find your weakness, to find a way to- to get to you." He spoke to Kazi. He then looked to Elsa and smiled, "But i think I might have figured it out." Pines hissed as the blade pressed hard into his throat, he didn't even dare to swallow.

Elsa made a nick on his neck blood beading down, she held it there as she asked for his final words.

How quick the man's pathetic persona changed into a look of pride, as he began to speak. "My name is not Edward Pines. I have been part of the Krov family my entire life, they never threatened me. They offered me more, more than you would have ever given me. I came with them from the cold land we all grew up in. Your family has only been copycats of us, you strive to be like the Krov but you are only filth and-"

He never was able to finish those last few words. The only thing that came from his mouth was gurgling while he drowned in his own blood.

Elsa wiped the knife on the handkerchief she kept in her pocket, she'd have to throw it away for the people in her house to not see it. But she's smarter than that, that would leave evidence, luckily she has a maid who won't tell a soul for she is loyal to her mistress and to her only.

Her uncle waves to the men, signaling for them to remove the body and dispose of it cleanly. Leaving only Kazimir and Elsa.

"I have to thank you dearest niece," Kazi took a seat at the table allowing Elsa to be slightly higher than eye level, a sign of respect. "As is said moments ago, I wished you were wrong about him. I always thought he preferred to keep his body hidden for religious purposes, even in the summer he wore long sleeves."

Elsa moved to sit on the edge of the table, "He was reckless. Walking late at night unsteady from too many drinks with friends, sleeves rolled up, if only the citizens knew what the marks meant. All the men who were with him had it on their arms… they are horrible spirits uncle."

"That they are but that's why we are here. Let's say that we never arrived in Arens before they did hmm?" He stood up to pour himself and Elsa a drink.

Elsa swirled the liquid around the glass before taking a sip, savoring the taste unlike her uncle who took it like a shot. She smiled at that.

"The people of this small town would have turned into a city of Hell. No one would be safe. Thieves would harm businesses, innocent blood will be shed!"

Elsa felt a tension release as she laughed at how passionate her uncle was about protecting the people of Arens. They are seen as cold hearted as the Krov but they aren't. The Morozov wants to protect them but it's better for them to not know of their good intentions. Safer for both sides, if the Krov knew how much they care then they would use the people as bounty. But they are as much a gang as the other.

"I know uncle and that is why I find these traitors- no spies."

Two gunshots were fired, two more followed. Both Elsa and Kazi ran through the house weapons drawn and armed, as they opened the entrance to the building. One of their men was on the ground and being moved from the fireline, injured but Elsa hoped it wasn't severe, hope was slim at this point. Betrayal. Ambush. Krovs hiding from behind alleyway walls after firing shots.

"Elsa back inside now," Kazi yelled in a whisper and cocked his gun preparing to fight along his other family.

The blonde huffed and firing two shots of her own as she ran to a car as a protective wall.

"Damn it that girl." He went to the car Elsa was in.

Elsa saw where the men were hiding, not just the alley but their exact locations in it. There was a dumpster in front of a wooden fence a few yards back, a few splintery wooden panels opposite of the wall of the dumpster. SO they either are center or along the wall, if they were in the center well they wouldn't it would be stupid she thought. That meant they were along the wall huddled in a tight space depending on how many were there.

Elsa sees another car, she calculates it's about twenty yards away. She peeks through the window of the car and sees a member of the Krov fire a round at the car she's behind. "Shit," she mumbles.

She began to get into a sprinter stance, if she can move to that car she will have the advantage, no place for Krovs to hide. Her body began to move forward before a large hand stopped her. Kazi and her made eye contact, he shook his head.

His hand was shrugged off, "I will do anything to protect my family, no one will stop me from doing that. Let. Me. Go."

"Your father-" Kazi began.

"I'll deal with him when I get home."

With no more words coming from either, Elsa got in her stance again added three more bullets to her revolver- one was emptied a few nights before. They were shooting beer bottles, her accuracy impeccable.

A deep breath and she sprinted to the car.

Pew. Pew…. Pew… (Makes a finger gun and points it at the computer)

I know I ain't the best writer, many grammatical errors in every way possible, but what do you think? I know the intro is very vague but it kinda has to be. If you have any questions, ask and I'll do my best to answer without giving too much away. BUT if you have any early theories then be my guest to tell me, I'll love it!

I will gladly take constructive criticism! but I'm a sensitive soul, so please keep any rude comments to yourself, I swear I've read comments on stories and damn y'all are savage (laughs while shaking my head). If you don't like this then simply don't read it… for it doesn't make sense to read if you don't like it.

Without anymore rants from me, I will leave you to do as you please (bows in respect to all you)