Chapter Eight: Appropriate Instruction

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Author's Update: There's nothing new to report with the exception that I've down-rated my story from M to T, however this is not a permanent change so bear with me. Without further ado, let's proceed!

Fifteen Minutes, a lot could transpire within such an insignificant period of time. Modern skirmishes lasted barely half the time, a perpetrator could be tried, convicted, and sentenced in one-fifths the time and yet the eldest royal princess of MegaKingdom Arendelle currently stood as being fifteen minutes late for the scheduled training session specifically designed for her benefit. Checking the analogue antique watch gifted by his father, the Street Judge groaned at her royal highness's blatant tardiness and began to stroll about the spacious room in an effort to divert his thoughts from the building aggravation at this perceived colossal waste of valuable investigation time. The tall law enforcer begrudgingly admitted to himself the majority of his irritation stemmed not from Princess Elsa's failure to arrive at the designated time, but instead found its root within the unpleasant nightmares brought with an actual eight hours of rest as opposed to the typical ten-minute sleep machine process he endured within the Grand Hall of Justice.

"Stupid Dreams…twenty-five years old and still putting up with 'em." The gruff street judge mused all the while pacing back and forth in a slow and methodical manner. Kristoff sought the aid of a senior psychic officer within the PSI-Division a year after being appointed to full active Street Judge status. Unfortunately, this official either didn't find what the blonde Judge had alluded to or he'd refused to relay the information gathered from their hour-long session. Coincidentally, the same senior officer sat on the Council of Five and thereby forced the dedicated Street Judge to shelve this personal investigation for the foreseeable future. After all, Kristoff knew he wouldn't get away with slamming the counselor against a wall and demanding an explanation without a harsh reprimand at the bare minimum.

The Chief Justice wasn't much help in this particular matter either and he made sure to inform Kristoff to disregard whatever expression or inflection he perceived the counselor to have expounded in the session as being nothing more than happenstance. Then again, Chief Kai never put much faith in the PSI-Division and its aims as he further instructed Kristoff to never full trust their 'predictions' or 'readings' seeing as there was no certifiable measure by which to test the accuracy, validity, or efficiency of the psychic Judges. Still, Judge Bjorgman knew a fare share of Street Judges who'd been accepted into the Division and one had even been a close friend through the academy before her sudden reassignment. Curiously enough, this sudden shift in orders came swiftly after she'd offered to find the direct cause of his nightmares and the broad-shouldered Judge never heard or saw from his friend again.

"Looks like I'm not going anywhere anytime soon…and if I can't investigate this crime, I might as well look into my personal case." The Street Judge muttered to himself as he moved to lean his back directly against the far wall of the room and closed his eyes. "Let's see if I can recall…" he pondered internally, attempting to re-acquire the vague images that plagued his mind throughout the night.

~Flashback~

Snow blanketed the entire area, where he was anyway. Freezing bite of the wind tore through whatever he'd been wearing at the moment. Something white, a long-sleeve collared shirt with white trousers and black running shoes. Looking around, he found an eerie silence dominating this neighborhood. Off in the distance, the dull roar of shouting men echoed throughout the streets. Being curious, he'd turned to investigate when a series of violent explosions knocked him off his feet into the collecting snow upon the ground. A blinding light faded to reveal several structures spewing black smoke and unnaturally high flames. Shakily, the young blonde stood up and attempted to investigate but stopped short when a barrier of intense heat met his chilled face causing him to recoil slight pain.

"SEARCH THE AREA!" came the sudden shout of an unidentified male, startling the shivering and confused blonde boy as he wildly swiveled his head about to find the source. "THEY CANNOT ESCAPE! THE CHIEF WANTS THEM FOUND ALIVE DAMNIT!"

"SIR WE'VE LOCKED THE AREA DOWN, NO ONE'S GETTING IN OR OUT!" A new voice entered the mix, bringing with his reply a pregnant pause that the dazed blonde used as a chance to run and hide. He didn't know why, but he didn't think it would be wise to give away his presence to these men.

"FIRE UP THE DRONES! SCOUR THE AREA!" The original voice boomed once more, as a peculiar whine resounded throughout the alleyways. Peering his head out, the young boy noticed seven individual machines launch directly up into the air and scatter in different directions all while focusing their intense spotlights upon the rooftops and streets.

"Oh-no!" The little boy croaked, as he took off deeper into the virtually infinite labyrinth of alleyways. His breath picked up as he pushed himself harder and hard, something inside told him not to be caught, to be caught was a bad thing, a very bad thing. Turning his head to the right, the young blonde looked behind him and found one of those machines had slowly begun searching his particular alley.

An unimaginable sense of dread dominated the young blonde as he looked around for any possible escape. The temperature outside had dropped phenomenally fast from earlier and he'd known he wouldn't be able to run forever yet he'd hoped by now he would've found a place to hide. His head throbbed with debilitating pains as he tried to remember why he was running, who'd be chasing him, and just what exactly was going on. Fiercely clutching his head, the young boy muffled a painful cry as he trudged ahead through the ever-mounting snow only to find his luck change for the better as the path he'd chosen led to a street and an entirely different system of back alleys to elude detection.

"O-okay, gotta keep going, gotta-ugh" The young boy repeated this mantra as he careened across the street with a pained expression. As the blonde leapt onto the sidewalk, his right foot managed to land directly upon a patch of frozen water causing the terrified child to fall hard upon the ground. Struggling to get up, the child nearly surrendered to the mounting exhaustion when he caught another drone combing the street he'd just crossed out of the corner of his eye. With a pained gasp, the determined young boy picked himself up and limped his way into this new alley despite the intense trepidation which increased with every step.

"OVER HERE I THINK I'VE FOUND SOMETHING!" A third voice erupted from the roar of the heavy winds, surprising the injured and frightened blonde into complete petrification.

"No..no..no,no,no,no,no!" The blonde froze as feelings of intense horror flooded his mind and weighed his feet. Hyperventilating, the young boy grew dizzy and continued to press on despite this latest mental impairment. "I can't stop…I can't…I won't…" Alas this personal recitation came to grinding halt as he swiftly rounded a corner and collided with an unknown stranger.

The boy, still dazed, flew back into the snow-covered concrete as delirium set in. Shaking his head in a futile attempt to rid his mind of the impeding fog, the young boy met this immovable object with a fear-filled gaze he identified the infamous features distinguishing this individual as being of an elite caliber. A golden eagle's head complete with golden feather-like patterning adorned his right shoulder and on the left shoulder sat arc of golden rectangles from which a golden chain emerged and connected at a point between the high collar of the clothing beneath. He didn't know how or why he knew, but voice deep within his brain screamed to run, run far, run fast, and never look back.

The man in question stood with his mouth agape, completely motionless as disbelief overcame his rational judgement. The man leveled a perplexing gaze at the young blonde boy as the kid attempted to crawl away, though the man sincerely doubted this boy could perceive this expression considering his helmet disguised the majority of his face from public view.

The boy collapsed under his own weight, and propped himself up by extending his arms behind his back into the chilling snow. The man slowly stepped forward and the boy started to move back until he saw this stranger hold both hands open with open palms as he looked to his left and right before taking a solemn breath.

"Just…don't…God they never said…" The man fumbled as he looked all about much to the young blonde's confusion before moving his hands carefully to the red and black helmet and carefully removed the piece of armor to reveal a set of surprised and pained eyes. The young boy remained motionless, his mind clouded by a fog of disorientation. The tall man gently kneeled down to eye level and reached out for the young boy who feebly tried to rear back in fear only to falter slightly and moan in pain. "I'm not gonna hurt you, I just wanna see what this tag says…K. Bjorgman…so it is you…"

"THE DRONE'S PICKED UP A TRAIL HEADED IN THIS DIRECTION!"

"WELL DON'T JUST STAND THERE! ANY AVAILABLE UNITS NEARBY, CONVERGE ON JUDGE BEN AND JUDGE LON'S LOCATION AND FIND HIM!"

The boy turned his attention from the dark alley way directly behind and to the right of him, back to the imposing figure knelt just in front of him. Though the young kid hadn't known this man long or really at all, or anyone for that matter, there was no escaping the look of sheer terror in his eyes. The boy began to move away when he felt a large hand seize his shirt and jerk him forward.

"…K…Kristoff, that's your name alright? I need you to remain silent, okay? I'll keep you safe…but I need you to keep quiet and stay at my side." The man whispered as he unzipped the boys shirt, tossed it to the ground before withdrawing a curious looking weapon and aiming directly at the jacket-like article of clothing. "Incendiary." Before the boy could blink, the man pulled his trigger and a glowing projectile struck the comfortable shirt and instantly set it ablaze.

"Don't worry…I'll…keep…you…warm…" The man proclaimed as he removed the shoulder guards of his armor, and unzipped his bulky undercoat and proceeded to wrap it around the freezing blonde boy's body and pulled him close. "Remember, not a word. I'll keep you safe, Kristoff."

"Judge Kai! Who's that boy!" The commanding shout startled the shaken boy as he clung to this strange man who'd burned his clothes and turned to face a blinding spotlight outlining three black figures, each with their weapons drawn, cocked, and loaded. Kristoff's sight began fade as darkness consumed his peripherals and crept closer and closer to the center. The voices didn't make any sense, but he though he'd heard this man...Kai...say he'd found a boy in the street before something. The last thing he saw was an angry man reaching out to grab his face before it all went black.

~End Flashback~

Kristoff's eyes shot open and scanned the entire training room for any indication of an intruder as he struggled to compose himself. Breathing heavily, the shaken Street Judge propelled himself from the wall with a disapproving grunt as he shook his head to rid himself of the associative emotions that always surfaced with the dreams. Craning his neck, Kristoff shuttered briefly as residual feelings of that cold night reverberated throughout his entire body. He hated this dream, he despised the intense feeling of dread and helplessness that filled his mind and constricted his soul.

"Damn dreams…can't even be certain of what's real and what's fiction." The broad-shouldered Judge contemplated as he continued stretching his rigid limbs from their long period of inactivity, garnering a series of creaks and cracks from the overworked muscles and overused joints throughout his frame. Quickly remembering the reason as to why he'd started this whole process in the first place, Kristoff tilted his wrist to discover yet another fifteen minutes lost to the annals of history. Grunting in displeasure, the Street Judge crossed his arms and began to walk the perimeter of the room all the while retrieving a file from the duffel bag he'd brought down that contained sensitive information regarding the kidnapped royal.

"Where the hell could the snow princess be this early in the morning?" The blonde officer asked nobody in particular as he once more delved into the contents of the data assembled to assist in his investigation, location, and retrieval of MegaKingdom Arendelle's youngest Princess. With a heavy sigh, the Street Judge resumed walking and reading the case-file with the vague notion that he'd perhaps find something new in this seventy-seventh marked re-reading of the data.

MegaPalace One-North Wing

"Momma...I'm already late, this...this...just...uuuuuuugh!" The snow princess uttered a most unlady-like groan at her failed attempts to properly adorn and secure the regulation armor, specifically tailored to her exact measurements. Queen Idun remained seated only a few feet behind her frazzled daughter, wearing an expression of mild amusement coupled with pride and concern as she stifled a laugh at watching her eldest daughter's absurd attempts at dressing herself in the standard regulation gear of the Street Judges. Standing up with a knowing smile, the Queen moved swiftly to stand directly behind her daughter and proceeded to spin the platinum blonde around to face her eye-to-eye. Elsa began to object only to have her mother's finger pressed against her cold lips and a curt but commanding 'hush'. Giving an exasperated sigh, the Snow Princess dropped her flailing arms back to their relaxed position at her sides.

"Now, now, you needn't forget that I've plenty of experience with the armor of Street Judges…after all your father had been one before we met and married, and who do you think helped him dress when…well…that doesn't matter, the point is momma is here to the rescue!" Idun quickly backed herself out of the metaphorical corner she'd begun to enter as she began to readjust the hopelessly incorrect configuration her daughter somehow managed to create. Sensing that Elsa's curiosity wouldn't be curbed by a mere dismissal, Idun sternly straightened out the uniform composed of a mixture of leather, Kevlar, and a mix advanced fiiber-material and nanomaterial to further ensure the safety and efficacy of the modern Street Judge.

"Stay still"

"Mom plea-"

"Shush! Now sit still or you'll be even later!" At this final warning, the Snow Princess gave a sigh of defeat and followed her mothers orders as the older woman went straight to work on the amazing display of incorrect dress procedure she'd ever seen when considering this involved military-grade armor. A stunning silence befell the room as Idun worked to fix the errors of her daughter, Elsa on the other hand allowed concerns of the future, her sister, and a particularly tall, blonde, and handsome Street Judge encompass her nerve-wracked mind. Hesitantly, Elsa opened her mouth several times to speak but unsure of what to say, so she would promptly close her gaping maw. A few more minutes passed as Elsa compiled her thoughts and formulated just what precisely she'd want to ask in order to gain information that would help her solve her newest problem without overtly asking her mother for advice on the matter.

"Mom...w-what was dad like? Before you two married?" Idun stopped for a brief moment as she'd previously been readjusting the fastening straps along the combat boots to allow a Judge to move in all forms of terrain without worry of ankle dislocation. Rising to face her daughter, the Queen couldn't help the smile currently occupying her soft features as she thought back to a time before her ascension to reigning Queen and chuckled before shaking her head back to reality.

"Your father...your father was pretty much just like Kristoff as a matter of fact. A little less stern perhaps, but he stilled walked around like he had a stick up his-."

"Mom!"

"Oh alright!…But seriously, if you took Adgar and stood him along side Mr. Bjorgman, you'd hardly be able to tell the difference between the two." The Queen laughed off Elsa's shock at her statement prior to this revelation as she brought a reassuring touch to her nervous daughter' cheek before retuning to the task at hand as she'd now begun to correct Elsa's failed attempt at proper-orientation and securing of the primary armor underlay worn beneath the bulky jacket. "Our first meeting wasn't exactly what you'd call 'traditional' or 'normal' or…well…even remotely desired all things considered, but your grandfather took an instant liking to him that day we met and the more time we spent around one another…" Idun paused in fond recollection as Elsa stood still, daring not to disturb her mother's obvious mental re-living of memories long since past and feeling that sense of newfound true love all over again.

"…The more I unearthed the person beneath that helmet, and I'm not talking the armor dear." The Queen abruptly carried, jerking herself from the memories of decades past back to the present where certain matters demanded her complete and immediate attention.

"So you weren't in love with him when you first met him?" Elsa timidly inquired, the blonde's anxiety growing with the sigh that escaped her mother's lips.

"Elsa, the first time I met your father…he…we…" Idun paused to think of how best to relay her point without adding to her daughter's unease. "Adgar and I were brought together through dire circumstance outside of our control, at first I thought he was a rude, arrogant, egotistical, self-righteous, pig of a man who thought of nothing but the law...but…but, the more we conversed the more I realized that a person did indeed exist behind that shield of justice, and when I learned of the person Adgar truly was…well…I couldn't help but fall in love with him at that moment." Idun ended her response with a warm smile that evoked a similar expression from her lovely daughter as the Queen caressed the Snow Princess's cheek.

"Of course you wouldn't have known it, considering I'd thrown a dinner tray at him for what I thought was a crack about my figure." Idun professed with a shrug as she walked a complete circled around her daughter to determine if there were any other mistakes made in a suiting up the intricate protective gear.

"You did what?"

"What can I say?! You didn't think you inherited that calm demeanor from your father, did you?" The Queen chuckled as she came to rest directly in front of her daughter, arms crossed with satisfaction.

"Well, I suppose not."

"Although I will take credit for your brains, beauty, and eloquence. No offense, but where you got your smarts from dear old mom, I'm afraid your sister received her share from your father. Oh Anna would…" The Queen's words died in her throat as thoughts of her baby girl being held hostage by dangerous and evil men who'd potential go as far as to…Idun shuttered at the very thought of harm falling upon her daughter, and quickly turned way from Elsa to clear the collecting fluid that built in the corners of her soft eyes. A pair of slender arms wrapped around the Queen's waist and inescapable warmth coursed through the somber woman's heart.

"Thank you snowflake, I just…" The Queen turned to meet her daughter's eyes once more, bringing the palms of her hands upon the platinum blonde's cheeks. "Promise me you'll be careful out there. Please! I know you've a few hours yet, but still…just promise me that if Judge Bjorgman orders you to do something that you'll do it. I've lost one daughter to the forces of evil men, I-I-I don't want to lose another." Idun broke down in tears, pulling her eldest daughter into a tight embrace as if she feared the young woman would disappear at any moment. Elsa nodded her head and returned the embrace with a tight squeeze of her own as the eldest royal daughter allowed her the comfort of having her in such a safe embrace.

"I promise momma. I'm coming back and I'll have our feisty-pants back home safe and sound!" The Snow Princess declared with a cheerful smile as Idun broke from the heartfelt embrace with a careful nod along with a slight chuckle at the use of their personal nickname for her youngest daughter. Wiping the tears from her face, Idun laughed and placed a motherly kiss upon her daughter's forehead and gripped the slender woman's shoulders with confidence.

"Alright…there'll be plenty of time for me to cry once you're gone, but right now we need to get you going or else you'll miss your date erm training session with Judge Bjorgman." Elsa shot an unamused expression at her mother who simply shrugged and chalked the mistake up to what the people of the old world called a 'Freudian slip'. Just as Elsa made for the exit, her mother's small but powerful hand shot out to successfully halt the young woman's attempt to vacate the room.

"Wait…wait,wait,wait,wait,wait…something's missing, hmmm, something's…AH-HA! I GOT IT!" This sudden burst of energy and expression startled the Snow Princess as her mother scoured the young woman's room in a determined search for some mysterious material. In a manner that was most definitely not expected of a Queen, Idun dropped to the floor on her hands and knees and reached beneath the bed and, with an expression of triumph, divulged her acquisition of a blank piece of parchment to which Elsa shook her head in mild disbelief. However, before any words escaped the slender princess's lips, Idun retrieved a writing pen from her daughter's desk and in a flurry of activity and excitement, began drawing something apparently intricate and important. Within moments, Idun launched upward from the desk with a triumphant grin to mere inches in front her startled child.

"Do you think you can…umm…integrate…no…incorporate this design into the overall material of the armor?" Idun asked eagerly, almost like a child asking if they could play at a friend's house or have their friend stay the night for a slumber party. Taking the paper from her mothers loose grip, the Snow Princess carefully analyzed what'd been drawn upon this piece of parchment and gasped in surprise at the level of intricacy and detail present despite the relatively short time span utilized in its creation. Thinking heavily on her mother's request, Elsa paced back and forth a few times going over whether or not the entire concept itself could be actualized by her abilities. Ultimately, the Snow Princess came to a stop and nodded to her mother though before any action was made Elsa motioned to ask her mother a question.

"I'm pretty positive I can do this…but…umm…why am I doing this momma?" The Queen sighed and shook her head before groaning with impatient anticipation, much to Elsa's confusion. Idun observed the expression of pure cluelessness currently occupying her beloved daughters face, and sighed in recognition of her needing to explain the rationale behind this obviously ingenious idea.

"Elsa, my snowflake, you and I both know that we Andersen women are notorious for our penchant for personalization. Naturally, I took it upon myself to think of a perfect personal effect that would stand out, display stunning beauty, and serve a practical purpose as well." Elsa blinked in light of her mother's explanation and exhaled in agreement before sauntering before the body mirror and closing her eyes to concentrate. In a display of awe-inspiring mystical ability and prowess, a ring of snowflakes hovered nearly three inches from Elsa's body and instantly expanded to envelop her entire body with a blinding light. As calm as the light had appeared, a sudden flashed dissipated the blinding luminescence to reveal an intricate rosé mailing pattern delicately woven within the advanced materials comprising the military-grade armor. Moreover, the entire suit now possessed a unique blue sheen, with sections between Kevlar armor having thin layer of ice woven within the fabrics. Spinning around to meet her mother's eyes, Elsa smiled at her mother's reaction of clapping her hands together impossibly fast and bouncing up and down within barely contained excitement.

"Perfect, absolutely perfect…and I'll just bet Kristoff'll be speechless at your stunning beauty." Idun revealed, shooting the perturbed young woman a two thumbs-up gesture in conjunction with an encouraging smile. Elsa, ever prepared to respond to her mother's blatant attempt to set her up with the perpetually miffed Street Judge, blanked in stark realization that she'd already been extremely late for her appointed training session and upon reading the digital display on her alarm clock, the Snow Princess's eyes widened in surprise and fear. Giving her mother a brief hug and quick peck on the cheek, the young woman profusely apologized and proclaimed her need to run. Bewildered, Idun nodded her head as a soft laugh emerged from her lips before a heavy sigh brought the relatively young Queen back to the present moment.

"Gerda…I know you're out there and I rather doubt Elsa noticed you, what with her being late for a most very important date." Idun's tone shifted from all-knowing to gleeful-scheming as the woman in question rounded the corner of the doorway with a hand placed firmly upon her hip. Gerda returned the devious smile her Queen currently held and offered up an arm by which Idun could delicately loop one of her slender arms through. "Care for an early morning stroll, Your Majesty? I hear there's some sort of activity going on in the East Wing and perhaps we should investigate?"

"Madame Gerda, what excellent forethought you possess! It just so happens that I'm in the mood for a stroll and that I too have heard rumors down the grapevine of peculiar activities in the East Wing. We should investigate in due time."

"As you command, Your Majesty." Gerda's subservient façade cracked under the pressure of the Queen's whimsical display of authority and propriety in the face of blatant scheming and noteworthy conspiring to bring their children together in the romantic sense. Nevertheless, the two strolled down the dimly lit corridors to partake in their "early-morning stroll" under the guise of sheer innocence. Before this ordeal ended, these two women will ensure everything within their power will be done to achieve success. Little did either woman know that a certain Chief Justice who intended to reassure the eldest princess of Arendelle had overheard his wife's and Queen's conversation both in and outside of Princess Elsa's bedchambers.

"Those women…Not a single street gang in the entire MegaKingdom could rival their capacity to deceive, inveigle, and obfuscate…and all for the sake of romance! This cannot end well" The Chief Justice mused internally as he elected to cautiously tail these 'dangerous' women in the hopes of determining every single aspect of their plan in order to warn his adoptive-son of the trap he'd inadvertently sprung.

Training Room- Ten Minutes Later

Judge Bjorgman's patience wore increasingly thinner as the hour ticked away before his very eyes, and contemplated relocating to the MegaPalace One main garage to recollect S.V.E.N and head out on the investigation in complete disregard of conditions set forth by both his father and the King. Unfortunately, Kristoff knew that such a notion wouldn't constitute the acceptable behavior expected of those serving the Justice Department as the sole enforcers and executors of the Law. Just as the sour-faced Street Judge considered packing up and departing the training room, the metallic door flew upon with a powerful bang as the barrier slammed the adjoining wall. Tilting his head toward this newfound disturbance's origins, Kristoff found himself unprepared for the sight that lay before his very eyes and therefore allowed his jaw to drop in surprise.

"What's the matter? See something you like?" Elsa quipped as she propped an arm against her hip and directed a challenging gaze at the bewildered Judge Bjorgman. The officer merely continued his uninterrupted analysis of the Snow Princess's attire and marvel at how the heavy armor contorted to fit and define her slender form, hugging every single curve in all of the right ways. At that last tought, Kristoff shook his head in self-chastisement in allowing his mind to conjure such inappropriate thoughts concerning the Princess who stood expectantly before him. Before the broad-shouldered Street Judge could utter a single word, his eyes caught the intricate rosé mailing pattern effectively woven throughout the entire set of armor finely lining the entire armor set from her long legs, through her slender arms, and even as far being deeply integrated within the advanced materials utilized in the construction of the Kevlar-based heavy jacket. A long platinum blonde braid came to rest along the left quadrant of the jacket, completing the perfect visage of independence, power, and elegance, all neatly wrapped in one perfect package.

"What the hell is wrong with me?…What are these things?" Kristoff thought as strange thoughts and wild emotions bubbled to the surface far quicker than he could pin down and eliminate. Fortunately, the impatient snapping emanating from the woman in question startled the Street Judge from the mental conflict, which he'd so deeply become entrenched. Expediently regaining the formidable angry composure he typically displayed, the Street Judge turned to completely face the bemused Princess with an intense glare and a deepening scowl. Perhaps the attempt to convince the Snow Princess that he'd merely been distracted had failed, but he'd be sure to throw her off course before she could get another word in edgewise.

"You're late." Came the deadpan response from the blonde officer of the law and sure enough the words achieved their desired effect. Elsa eyes momentarily widened with surprise before narrowing with irritation as she prepared to fire back.

"Do you have any idea how difficult it was to get dressed in this armor?

"Seeing as I wear it every day…I'd say I have a unique perspective on the matter."

"Does that 'unique perspective' involve ogling my body in this leathery uniform? Don't lie, you weren't exactly subtle about it." The Snow Princess quipped with an arched eyebrow and crossed arms, proving that Kristoff's attempt at distraction had dismally failed to achieve it's intended goal.

"Couldn't possibly be that I noticed that your unregulated extensive modifications to your armor without permission or knowledge of the long-term effects…or the fact that I'm trying to figure out when you'd notice you forgot your helmet?" Kristoff calmly replied in a manner that would otherwise leave little to no room for multiple interpretations. Elsa on the other hand floundered for a moment before coming up with an appropriate response.

"Well…that's…I decided to forgo wearing the helmet as it would interfere with my ice abilities." Elsa proclaimed with confidence in her answer, after all it was a half truth seeing as when she'd attempting to create or contort ice, the helmet threw off her balance and restricted her ability to focus as well as her concentration in wielding her unique gift. The other half was simply that she'd forgotten to grab the piece of equipment in her rush to get out the door.

"I think a bullet in head might interfere with them more." Kristoff replied curtly with pure indifference much to the aggravation of the Snow Princess as she visibly clenched her fists in anger as a thin layer of ice began to coat the floor pace within six inches of her booted feet.

"Well, what's your execuse?"

"Excuse me?"

"Did you decide to forgo wearing your complete set of armor and helmet just so you could ogle me openly in an attempt to flatter your Princess? Or did you simply forget?"

"I'm not the one in need of desperate training here." The Street Judge fired back with a smug tone and a quick rise of both eyebrows as Elsa fumed at the handsome Street Judge's retorts before taking a deep breath and replacing her frown with a devious smile.

"You can't fool me, Kristoff." The Snow Princess internally leaped for joy at noticing the snarl erupting from the blonde Judge's throat at her careful emphasis of his first name. "In fact I think it's rather sweet, when you really consider the deeper meaning."

"What are you on about?" Kristoff barked, completely baffled by this beautiful young woman as she stepped ever closer before halting just a meter away.

"Come now, Kristoff, obviously you took my genuine recommendation to heart last night. Remember? I told you that you should keep your helmet off because it displayed your natural good looks."

Kristoff remained silent for the next minute, completely stunned by the trap this exceptionally gorgeous woman succinctly laid. Not to be bested by this young woman, The Street Judge contemplated several alternative responses before settling on one that he found would ultimately serve his purpose of putting the irresistible blonde in her place.

"Elsa…" The Street Judge rarely made reference to her in verbal communication, therefore when he actually addressed the Snow Princess by her first name she couldn't help but utter a shocked 'huh'. "Honestly, it's rather vain of you to assume that I'm always acting to obtain your complete affections. In fact, I'd say that's rather egotistical of you and unbecoming of a future Queen of Arendelle. Though I will give you credit where credit is due." That last statement threw Elsa for a spin, and she didn't know just what exactly he implied nor could she formulate any response without the fear of appearing ignorant. Stomaching the comment regarding her 'alleged' vanity, Elsa dryly swallowed before speaking.

"Where credit is due…I-I'm afraid I'm not following?" The Snow Princess asked completely clueless as to the intent of the Street Judge's words.

'Gotchya!'"Well your highness, Elsa, it's obvious that you've gone through so much to acquire the attentions and affections of a Street Judge. I mean what with your dress made entirely of ice, the ornate pattern you interlaced within the armor itself, the pomp and circumstance as far as personal appearance in addition to the time taken in order to achieve such measures. Elsa, I must say you've put forth quite the effort and that proves to me you're quite dedicated, especially when you're after something in particular…or someone in particular"

"Thank you, Kristoff! I'm glad you've finally come to your-WAIT! WHAT?!" Elsa sudden realization of what The Street Judge had just said finally kicked in and it not only fueled the ire mounting higher and higher within her seemingly delicate frame, but also embarrassed the young woman as he had successfully turned one of her traps into a trap for herself. Truly this man infuriated her to no end, yet at the same time he become infinitely more intriguing. Perhaps this wasn't love at first sight, but Elsa began fully understand what her mother meant about time spent together revealing your true feelings. "Now if I could only pull this man out of his shell, I wonder just who the real Kristoff Bjorgman is beneath that book of law and sense of duty?" The Princess hadn't realized it, but she'd been staring absent-mindedly with a determined grin directly at Kristoff for the better half of five minutes as she lost herself in existential thought. An awkward cough from the blonde man in question pulled the Snow Princess back to reality.

"Now as much as I enjoy your flirtatious attempts at wooing me, Kristoff, when are we going to start training?"

"We were supposed to start well over an hour ago." The broad blonde Judge replied with a smug tone.

"Cute." Elsa fired an irritated glare at the Judge, but it failed to achieve it's desire effect. "But since that was then and this is now…when are we going to start?

"That depends?"

"On what, pray tell?"

"Are you ready?" This question took the Snow Princess by surprise as she'd been so concerned with getting the training finished and finding her sister, she'd never stopped to truly prepare herself and discern whether or not she could actually make it through this preparatory session, to say the least about surviving the investigation out in the MegaKingdom. This look of apprehension did not go unnoticed by the Street Judge unfortunately, however Elsa didn't notice his astute observation and steeled her nerves before answering the inquiry.

"Yes, I'm ready Judge."

"You don't look ready." Elsa hesitated but for a brief moment, cleared her throat, and carefully selected her next words.

"It's nothing, I was just thinking about…Anna…" The Street Judge took her answer into consideration, despite the considerable doubt he held as to whether she was currently or would ever truly be ready to face the horrors of crime and chaos riddling the streets of MegaKingdom Arendelle. However, the young woman held a burning fire within those ice-blue eyes of hers, a fire that burned with a passion, a fire that threatened to consume anyone and or anything that threatened to stand between herself and her target…Anna. This indistinguishable flame proved sufficient enough to convince Kristoff of Elsa's potential capacity to acclimate to the training she was about to endure and that just maybe she wouldn't be a complete hindrance to the investigation.

"Very well…your training begins now."

Chapter Finite

Author's Note: Well, what's life without a cliffhanger or two right? In all honesty I'd originally intended to include the training in this chapter...but after last time...well I don't want a repeat so that means Chapter Nine will be a powerhouse of awesome! I hope that you all enjoy this chapter, and if you can find the few disney movie references I wrote in please feel free to share in a review or PM.

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-TheLifeLongEditor