One never knows how they would react in certain situations. People that have always been prepared for something aren't always calm when the situation presents itself. Every circumstance of the same problem could be different and one could never be fully prepared.
You could have planned for a disaster very well, but could still be too stressed or full of fear to react. One could freeze or completely forget what they are supposed to do, as is only natural when the body experiences extreme distress.
As such there are people that have a sense of stability and calm wash over them, where what they had to do was as clear as crystal. Things they had forgotten or hardly know anything about can end up surfacing and help to right a situation.
Some cases people would call it a miracle others call it luck.
The thing is one would never know how they respond to a given situation unless placed into one.
Elsa felt extremely calm. Rather her mind was silent and happy while adrenaline flooded her body. It made her hands shake a little and her eyes wild, but her mind was as clear as a cloudless sky.
She stared up at the moon and let herself enjoy it as dark clouds started to gather. A storm was brewing and she guesses it would start raining soon, but not snowing, not yet. She took a deep breath and let it out slowly, feeling it leave her lungs.
"Elsa you're smiling," Hans said, he would have been happy to see it if it weren't for the circumstances and because of that, it scared him.
"I'm smiling because Anna will be alright and we wouldn't need to involve the police, not directly anyway," Elsa hummed and looked down to the man. His eyes were full of concern and his usual squared shoulders curled in slightly.
"Did they say what they wanted?" He asked and Elsa nodded.
"They want answers to something and I told them to give me some time, but I honestly don't really need it," Elsa said and started walking to the lot where the cars were parked.
"I don't understand," he said as he followed.
Elsa stopped in the middle of the street. Hans stopped a little behind her. The silence that grew between them was making him scared. There was a good reason he was so loyal to her. He was terrified of her.
"Hans, you like your life style don't you? Grand house, grand cars, everything your heart desires?" Elsa says softly and she could hear him swallow. He didn't need to answer, that much he knew.
Elsa turned to look to him slowly. Hans felt himself stop breathing. The ice blue eyes that stared at him were the same as when her parents died and when he and Rapunzel found her with the body of her first model.
It was something unspoken between them. They knew one another well enough. They grew up together. Rapunzel might either keep turning a blind eye or she was just that naive, but Hans saw it. He knew those eyes.
A killers eyes.
"Tell the security I found her and we're heading home, anyone that asks in fact. Tell them everything's fine and we went home," she said softly and he nodded as he shakily pulled out his phone.
"Then after doing that you will get Dr Facilier on standby along with Gaston," she said and Hans gulped.
Elsa returned to walking to her car and Hans was quick to give her the keys. He scampered into the passenger side as he made a call to security at the gala. Elsa didn't pay his conversations mind as she started driving into the direction the tracker went.
Her mind filled with scenarios and outcomes. She knew the outlay of the direction they went. A new part of town that was being extended as their population was growing. A lot of open lots and very few finished houses and even more half-finished ones.
She approved of the plans herself on the outlay of the new neighborhood before it was submitted with a few others. Hans kept her up to date with everything going on. Arendelle Inc. did a variety of things after all.
By the time Hans was done with all his calls Elsa had stopped a block away from where the tracker stood stationary. As she had neared the location she switched off her lights and opted to cruise her car so it wouldn't make as much noise.
"The doctor and captain will be here in about half an hour," Hans said softly as he kept staring at his phone. Elsa nodded and hummed as she still gripped the steering wheel.
"Elsa," Hans started, he didn't really want to ask her what she was planning, but he needed to know the extent of what was going to happen.
"You will stay here and I'll go on ahead…after two hours, drive to the house with the doctor and Gaston. Do not under any circumstance enter the house. Let me do what I need to, if I'm not out of the house in ten minutes, after shots are fired, come in. Unless if there are no gun shots then it all went smoothly and I'll be right out with Anna," Elsa says calmly.
"And if nothing happens and you don't come out?" Hans asked as he shivered.
"Then you'll get a call for ransom money probably, I doubt that's something that'll happen," Elsa shrugs.
"How are you so certain?" Hans asked.
"Because if it were money he was after he would have asked for money," Elsa nearly hissed. Hans gulped and nodded.
"I trust your judgment," he said softly and Elsa nodded as she hummed.
"Is there anything you need?" He asked as the silent seconds turned into minutes.
"No, anything I take with me now would be a hindrance," Elsa frowned. As much as anything useful might help, she couldn't risk something being left behind or getting in her way.
Elsa moves to open her door. The car light turns on and she absently moves to switch it off. It was enough of a delay for Hans to speak up and stop her in her tracks.
"What if something happens to you?" Hans asks softly.
"Well, whatever happens…just know this was all my own choice and if the worst comes to pass, my will and testament is up to date," she says softly before leaving the car. The door clicks shut and it sounds loud in the silence of the night.
Taking a deep breath Elsa makes her way to the location of the tracker. Her phone still in hand. She wasn't sure if she wanted to leave it or keep it. It seems so unnecessary to keep it.
It doesn't take her long to reach the house, a mostly completed one among others in various stages of completion. It still needed windows and they were covered in some sheets, the wind that was starting to pick up more made them move and flutter.
Elsa would have said it was cold, but her body was warm. She felt antsy and twitchy. Her knuckles aced and she felt a growl in her throat. She felt like a hunter of sorts. That was enough to make her almost snort and smile.
Elsa slowly crouched by the half made house opposite the targeted one. She could see two guys outside who were smoking, and there was a low light on in the top floor. It gave off a warm glow, definitely not electricity, probably some sort of fire, maybe from a fireplace.
It didn't seem so bad. Elsa couldn't make out any real weapons. They were probably carrying knifes or hand guns if they were those sort of bad people. She supposes that seeing as the intruder had only carried a crowbar with him, that the possibility of anything more powerful than a simple 9mm was unlikely.
Elsa was busy running stats through her mind of what she read about guns and crime in her beloved town. It had taken a rise in recent years, but still fairly low to most places and she can't recall anything larger than a 9mm, but she really hated guns. They were loud and messy and easy to trace.
Elsa's eyes shift to the upper floor where she saw a figure passing, making the light dim and brighten every few seconds. She assumes that is where Anna would be, but she needed to be certain, so she slowly entered into the open house and moved onto the top floor. There was no roof, only the bare bones of what was to come. Luckily there were some bricks stacked up for her to mostly crouch behind and she could see well enough into the illuminated room. She squinted and concentrated, the pacing figured stopped to the side and Elsa could just barely make out someone else, the red of Anna's hair sticking out like a sore thumb and she smiled.
The figure moved away more and she could more clearly see her princess. Anna seemed to be in a chair, her arms behind her. Something in Elsa twitched. She felt her smile drop and a growl build up in her throat. She didn't like seeing Anna in that situation. It reminded her too much of her basement. The things she went through, the thing she's done. She never wants Anna to meet that kind of fate.
The images that flooded her brain of Anna in the chair made her feel more angry. She could just imagine replacing the women in her memories with Anna and that made her body run hot. Hate floods her, hate for them placing Anna in that spot, hate for herself that she was imagining it, hate for this whole situation. She could feel her mind cloud over in red hot anger and she was about to show them not to mess with her.