A/N - Hey Mint! This is in response to your prompt! An action/fight scene where Elsa protects Anna. For reference, I do write some action, Death Takes A Sister is one example, see also chapter 24 "Seeing Red" on Bring Her Home, and chapter 13 of this fic "The Valley of Death"

CW- violence

It is taking everything in her to reign in her emotions.

"Elsa.. i-it's okay. Please." Anna is trembling under his hot breath, the cool blade that is hovering under her neck tells her otherwise. Nothing is okay.

She raises her hands once more, the alarms are blaring out, she is warning them in every sense she can. "Step away from my sister." Tunnel vision. Her eyes stayed fixed to the knife that is reflecting light from the sun. It started out as such a beautiful day.

"Back away from me first." The man retorts, his fingers tightening around the handle of the blade. She doesn't like it, it looks too preparatory. He is wringing any doubt from his body.

She stays.

"Do you see this? Do you want to take back what you said?" He hisses at Anna, his greasy hair sweeping across her rosy cheek.

"You're right! - okay you're right- I am- I'm sorry!"

"I said step back" He throws around his weight, the knife and Anna still gripped tightly in his arms. Panic. She is like a ragdoll in his arms. Anna is so small.

"Elsa." Anna whimpers. Her wide eyes stay on her big sister, her eyelashes practically standing straight. Slowly, Anna begins to nod. This is them, they fix things together.

They can't breathe.

Her eyes slowly shut as her chin grazes the blade under her neck. All three are frozen, their feet glued to the floor.

She exhales shakily.

"Okay." Elsa says quietly. Taking a few steps backward, she is constantly checking the two of them, calculating what her next move needs to be. "We can erm, we can talk about this..."

"You've said all you need to say." He chants back, spit spraying from his mouth.

"No, no I haven't." It is building, the awareness that she doesn't have control of what is happening. Anna is coming loose from her grasp. "Where does my sister come into this?"

"She has everything to do this with this" Disgust. That is what is painting his face. The frown on his face accentuates his wrinkles. She is scanning his face, searching the corners of her mind for some recognition. Anna would know who he is.

She can't speak though.

"Please, let me help -"

"I don't want any help from the likes of you."

She can't find any middle ground. The stability she once found in Arendelle's pavestones is crumbling right beneath her. She is going to lose her footing, she is going to lose Anna.

"Let her go." She is pleading, trying to reach out to Anna, trying to reach some kind of compromise. "Plea-"

Shit.

He pulls her backward sharply. Anna is crying.

"You went for me!"

"I didn't! I would never -"

"I told you! I told you specifically to put your hands down!" It's going too quickly, she can't keep up.

"She's my sister, please"

He looks scared.

And that terrifies her.

"Her too..." He utters. His heavy breaths blow Anna's hair. She can't see.

"What?" Elsa chokes. Everything is slowing down. She can't figure out why.

"It has to be her too."

"What?" She asks again, growing more frightful of his realisation. Dots are connecting, he is two steps ahead of her. She doesn't know what to do.

He mumbles something once more.

Anna's face. It is killing her.

He says it once more. Louder this time.

And there is silence.

Gasoline is poured over every inch of her chest heaving inside her with every breath. Acetone is coursing through her veins and ethanol is dripping off her tongue. His words ignite the flames, he is unknowingly about to start a wildfire that will take out everything in it's path.

Glaring into his monstrous soul, she sees him for what he truly is. The ground is shaking beneath her, it is no longer crumbling. It is seething with her.

"Let. Her Go."

It is an order. Not a request. He does not budge, instead he tightens his grip. A menacing smile is emerging on his face as it is unveiled that they are now on the same page.

"I can't do that."

There is an absence under her neck, and a deep breath that pushes Anna forward ever so slightly.

Anna flails forward, gasping for air as she falls to the ground.

Blue.

Elsa's arms shot forward with great force. Shaking through it all, she grits her teeth, staring as he watches his suffering come to surface. It's like a spider wriggling to the floor after being trodden on. He never stood a chance. He should never have tested her, that message is clear. The wildfire is burning through everything in her eyesight, she is letting nothing get away. To watch as his face begins to twist into the panic that Anna had shared moments earlier. It was gratifying. His cowardice on full display as she regains control of the situation.

"Elsa." Anna breathes, tears pricking the corner of her eyes as she looks up at her. She hasn't seen this face before. Elsa, etched with fury, the red in her eyes making a stark difference from the white and blue that was so familiar to her.

Crawling on the ground, she looks back to the man. The knife is discarded on the floor, barely having nipped her. He doesn't look so brave anymore.

"Elsa, you can stop now."

Elsa twists her hand, her eye contact has not yet broken. "I'm returning the favour" Her voice is distorted, distant even. Elsa is standing right above her, steadfast in her new mission. The ice continues to build, pushing the man further back. She wants to crush him.

Gingerly, Anna pushes herself off the floor. She sees it fully now. Her features are sharp and defined, her eyes like daggers into the ice that shows no signs of stopping.

"Elsa, please." Grabbing her wrists, she forces Elsa's arms down. It takes all the strength she has.

"Anna!" She snaps. Her head jerks to her baby sister. It takes a minute to register that Anna is now in front of her. Those big blue eyes tearing up right in front of her. The pressure that had been reaching boiling point dissipates in an instant. Her face softens. "Anna."

"He was going to.." Elsa trails off. Reciting what just happened in her head, she limply returns the hug that Anna is clinging onto.

"We're okay, Elsa it's okay."

"Maybe he was right." Elsa mumbles quietly. Her eyes filling with tears. "Maybe I am a-"

"No. Elsa, no." Anna grip tighter. Her eyes stay fixed on the ice. It hadn't reached the wall. She can hear him crying behind the ice. "We should go."

"I- I erm.."

Anna takes a hold of Elsa's hand. "Home, Elsa. We need to go."

A/N - I will probably redo this prompt another time, I guess there's quite a few ways you can take this. My apologies for getting back to you so late, I got stuck on this chapter - I actually have another draft of it sitting in my doc manager!