The entire city was eerily calm, Elsa, actively looking for any signs of life to stop skating, could find no one.
This is fucking strange, not even the drug dealers are out tonight. Kristoff you better be able to explain this.
Rounding the last corner, she hears a voice. "Don't you disrespect me little man! You're in my world now", the voice was booming from atop a roof where she normally met Kristoff. Elsa dissolves the ice on her shoes and stealthily, slips into the alleyway. She tries to climb the fire escape up to the voice both as hastily and silently as she can. The man speaks again, Elsa can hear it clearer this time, he has a creole accent, "Yes, that's the way, never underestimate a man from the bayou." Elsa reaches the last flight of the fire escape stairs when a puff of purple smoke came flying over the edge.
"K!", she screams, caring more about Kristoff's safety than the element of surprise. Elsa runs up the last flight, right through the billowing smoke.
The smoke clears, and Kristoff is on his back, elbows propping him up, a yellow mask is covering his face, but Elsa can see the fear in his eyes. A tall black man towering over him, his face covered with a skull mask, his neat dark purple suit and tall black top hat almost hides his skinny body. "Oh dear, looks like we have ourselves a damsel in distress coming to rescue her prince", the man snickers.
"Get the fuck away from him", Elsa threatens.
The unknown man lets out a hearty chuckle, "listen princess, if you don't want a mess of trouble, I reckon you better turn your pretty little self around and walk back from wherever you came from now. Your Prince charming over here ain't in a position to do no rescues tonight , you hear." The man turns his attention back to Kristoff.
"This princess...", Elsa sneers, "doesn't need any fucking saving."
Kristoff tries to calm her, "El, let me handle this!"
"Better listen to your boy here, sugar. We wouldn't you making things worse for Mr. K over here.", the twisted smile curling on the man's face was enough to make Elsa's ice boil.
"Listen to me, you fucking hick", Elsa says every word matter-of-factly. "This is your last chance to back up and run away like the bitch you are, before I get serious... you hear?", Elsa mocks.
"Ha, ha, ha!", the man laughs clapping his hands, "Princess, you got some of that there southern fighting spirit in you. I like that, darlin', I really do. But you ain't working at the same level I am, I'm in a whole other world. Now if you'd be so kind as to excuse me, I need to be rid of this boy before the rest of my associates arrive."
Her hands started to form some frost. Elsa "Oh, don't worry, I plan on making sure there is a body waiting for your associates."
Trying once again to stop Elsa's onslaught, Kristoff screams, "El! No!"
It's too late though, Elsa shoots two bolts of ice at the stranger, one barely misses his head, and the other collides with his hat, knocking it off his head and freezing it over. Elsa can feel this taxing the little strength she has left, hoping its enough to scare him away. "Am I still just a princess that needs saving?", she proclaims, desperate to not falter on her weak knees, hands looking ready to fire off another blast.
This fucker doesn't know who he's messing with, after seeing my powers he'll be running sc-
Hysterical laughter cuts Elsa's thoughts short, as the man throws his head back in fits. He turns to face her and through his thick laughter, he chokes out, "a little more than a princess I see, but sugar, your cheap parlor tricks ain't nothing compared to what I've seen." The anger in Elsa was now quickly turning to fear. He picks up his still frozen hat, puts it to his chest, and continues to chuckle, "let me bow down to The White Queen."
I hit him dead on and he still wants to fight me? This doesn't make sense... This is bad. I can barely stand, let alone keep fighting.
"Do not give her a color! She is not in this, and if you're not scared of her, but what about me?", Kristoff's voice sends both questions and some relief through Elsa's mind. Kristoff was back on his feet ready to brawl.
"Oh, ho?", the man chuckles, "I see your boyfriend, finally off his rear and coming to help his dear mademoiselle."
Brandishing daggers and speed that Elsa has never seen before, Kristoff jumps into action and attacks the man, "she's not part of the colors, you are not going to drag her into this. I wont let you, even if I have to kill you right here and now!" Kristoff is slashing and stabbing, but the man is managing to dodge every swipe. Elsa tries to advance and help but the moment she takes a step her feet falter, and she stumbles.
After a few more attacks, Kristoff seems to be getting the upper hand, but then an unseen force pulls kristoff away, the man sneers. "I told you already, never underestimate a man from the bayou." Painfully aware that Elsa is still in the equation, the masked man weighs his options and opts out of a fight on two fronts, "I suppose that I should thank you for your hospitality, but I'm afraid I must be taking my leave. Oh, and please excuse my manners", he sets the frozen hat back on his head and walks to the edge of the roof, "I'm Doctor Facilier, don't mind the accent sweetheart it's french, but most call me The Purple Shadow."
Elsa stumbles forward again and threatens the man again, "if you ever come near my friends again, I will end you."
Facilier give one last half grin to Elsa and says, "don't you worry your pretty little head there. Next time I see you, I'm not gonna be alone, and your Yellow Rogue ain't gonna be around to help you princess."
Elsa gathers the last of her strength into her palm, lifts her hand above her head, and throws one last ice bolt, screaming "That's White Queen to you!" Facilier falls back off the roof to dodge, laughing. Elsa's legs finally give out on her ,and she falls to the ground starting to lose consciousness.
The only thing she hears is a muffled Kristoff calling her name, until she finally succumbs to the unwanted darkness.