chapter word count: 422
noir heart: sixty
It's tricky, but then again worthwhile pursuits are never easy. Simply searching Jack Frost on Facebook has yielded a tediously large amount of fan pages dedicated to some childish movie character, so that's a disappointing bust. Elsa can only assume that if he even had a social networking page, it has been long deleted. She would be lying if she said it didn't frustrate her, but then again...the thrill of the hunt is in the chase, no? And she is on the hunt.
Frowning, she laces her fingers together and steeples her index fingers against her lips when a helpful thought crosses her mind - the image of an invite bearing her late husband's name to the A.P.D retirement fundraiser ball two years ago. Naturally she did not go...but if anyone was to be there, the department's wonder detective would definitely qualify for such an event. Which meanpictures.
She decides it's worth a shot, and proceeds to find the A.P.D Facebook page.
"I wonder what you would look like in uniform…" she murmurs, looking off to the side with a smirk, just barely reining her mind back from fantasizing about peeling it off. "Down, Elsa." she reprimands herself; any further down that particular fantasy and at least one of her hands will be otherwise occupied. Business now, other things later.
Sure enough, there's a status update thanking the attendees, rather sycophantically thanking the donors - suck up to the check-writers, obviously - and suggesting anyone who wants to view pictures of the event should proceed to the "#apdball" page. Her heart thumping with anticipation of victory, she nibbles her lower lip as she clicks the hashtag - and that's where she finds her.
Rapunzel Corona: Had a great time at the ball, and congrats to Jack for ur award! U deserve it, hon!
The comment, right below a photograph of a brightly smiling, youthful woman with her hair in a brunette bob, wearing in Elsa's begrudging opinion a rather lovely lilac bodycon halter neck dress. There's a strange glimmer of jealousy in Elsa's heart, but also victory as Rapunzel stands with her arm linked to a dress uniform-clad, tall and proud Jack Frost.
And oh, that mischievous smile is to kill for.
"My, aren't you a pretty little thing…" Elsa murmurs as she gazes, half-smirking, at the profile picture of one Rapunzel Corona having clicked it faster than you can say 'murder one'. "Found you…"
uh-oh.
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