Staying calm in high stress situations is something one either can or can't do. What triggers a panic varies from individual to individual, as well as the level of that panic.

Some people will experience stress and panic in crowded areas. Others would panic in isolation.

Some panic at the sight of certain animals and others would have the opposite affect and would feel happy.

Safe to assume a person panics when in a situation that threatens their very life. That is what survival instinct is there for. To keep you alive.

There, however, are rare cases where some people are unusually calm during such instances.

Anna sighed for the hundredth time that minute. It was getting harder and harder to sit the way she was. Her arms were getting numb and the dress was not made for long term sitting. Though, her feet were thankful to not have to carry her whole body weight anymore.

It was getting kind of cold and she wishes she had a jacket. The lit fire to the side was helping a little, but she wasn't that close to it. She could see that the wind had picked up and by the smell of outside freshness told her it was raining a little.

"You're pretty calm for someone that has been kidnapped," the pacing man says as he looks to his phone for the thousandths time.

"If you wanted me dead, you'd have killed me already, besides, what is panic going to do for me? It'll get you all cranky and agitated and then you'll probably slap me to shut me up and you'd be more inclined to just end it," Anna said rolling her eyes.

"Smart," he grunted.

"Trust me buddy, I've been shit out of luck a few times in my life, after a while you just roll with the punches," Anna sighed. She does hope and wish Elsa gets her back. He did say that he spoke with Elsa and that she'd have a trade ready for her in two hours, so she just needed to wait it out.

"I have to admit that I don't know how I'm even worth taking, like I get it. I'm the fiancé to a very rich woman and yea that gives me higher hopes than if I was still just her girlfriend, but I'm not worth anything," Anna says as she frowns.

The man frowns to her and then shakes his head.

"You underestimate what people would do for the ones they love, no matter the cost and I'm not asking money, I just need answers," he growls and Anna nods.

"I get it, sorry I'm new to this whole…kidnapping thing, you'd think movies and shows would somehow help you but no they don't, honestly they do look unrealistic sometimes and I hate the suspense so I don't really watch those types of things," Anna hums.

"You talk a lot," he says.

"One of my many talents," Anna grins and he just shakes his head.

She watches as he looks to his phone again before huffing and looking outside. She could see him tapping his foot. Anna had no idea how much time has passed actually.

"You know if you wanted to know something, I feel like you might have taken the wrong person, because like, Elsa never leaves her home, it takes a lot for me to drag her out. If you wanted to know things about her business then Hans would have been a better target, seeing as he actually runs everything and Elsa just approves things and give guidance," Anna says as she tilts her head. Silence and boredom were not her friends.

"You talk too much," he growls and glares at her, "and besides, it's not about her business, it's about my brother," he grunts.

"Again…Elsa never leaves her home so I don't see why she-" Anna feels like something in her brain clicks into place as his growl sinks into her mind.

"You're…brother broke into our home," she says softly and he glares at her. She sees the wheels in his head turn and next thing she knows he has a gun to her head.

"Talk," he snarls and Anna takes a steady breath.

"Guns a little cold, um, I don't remember much he kind of did hit me in the head with a crowbar," Anna says and tilts her head slightly to show where a faint scar was. Elsa had done an amazing job in patching her up.

He grunts and presses the gun to just above her knee. Anna gulps and feels her heart rate pick up considerably.

"Tell me what happened," he growled and Anna hesitated. She'd very much like not to think of that night, she'd like to forget it happened. The redhead gets the feeling that if she told him straight what happened he would put that barrel back to her head and pull the trigger.

"Well you see, um, he and Elsa got into a fight, he tried hitting her too," she said and took a deep breath.

"And then?" He hissed as a muscle in his hand twitched. Anna tried to for the words, there was a lot of things running through her mind right then and it was hard to come up with anything else other than the word 'blood'.

"Is he dead?" He nearly shouted and Anna looked up to him. Her eyes were wide and she started shaking her head.

"I…I don't know," she said, she really didn't. He must have been, she saw how mercilessly Elsa beat him with his own weapon and there was no way someone would survive that.

He didn't seem happy with that answer as he pulled the gun away and a shot rang through the silent night. Anna screamed bloody murder at the pain that shot up from her foot to the rest of her body.

"Tell me what happened!" He yelled. Anna managed to raggedly take in a breath after the scream died in her throat, but they got interrupted at the sound of more shots going off, this time outside.

Both looked to the door that that lead into the room. They could hear men shouting and then silence.

"What the fuck was that?" He grunted. Anna found herself gasping for breath as she tried to keep herself from screaming again, tears were running down her cheeks and it felt like her foot was on fire.

"N-now you're the o-one who…looks scared now you f…fuck," Anna grunted and he pressed the gun to her head again.

"Brave words from a dead woman," he snarled and Anna found herself chuckling.

"F-funny, you don't look nearly as s…scary as she did when she k-killed your b-brother," Anna panted out. She saw the hate flare up in his eyes and his hand twitch, but the door flung open just as thunder rolled in from outside. They turned to look and Elsa was standing there, her once white suite now running red and pink from blood and rain.

Anna for once was happy to see that look in her eyes. They were sharp and pin-pricked. What looked like blood was dripping down onto the floor from Elsa's twitching gloved hands.

The man cursed and moved the gun to point at Elsa, but for as fast as he moved, Elsa seemed faster and she was on top of him. The jostle was enough for him to pull the trigger and Anna screamed again as she felt the bullet tear at her arm.

Elsa had one hand pining his wrist to the floor that had the gun and her free hand she was used to punch him in the face. Anna's vision was swimming as the pain was overtaking her brain.

There was this moment between her fighting to stay awake and passing out that she saw his hand go limp and the gun dropping as his kicking legs came to a stop.

At a few points she managed to open her eyes, but everything seemed too foggy and like she was under water.

Elsa's panting mouth, teeth as sharp as always.

Elsa's chin as the blond held her.

Two men she didn't know.

Elsa's blue eyes and felt her stroke her cheek.

Then darkness.