A/N: Updating a few hours early, because I do what I want, bitch. Next chapter (11) is the finale. Prepare your bodies.

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Chapter X: "Become wrath."

Olaf didn't have many answers for Anna.

Before he had been able to say anything, the girl had realized that Elsa had just walked out the freaking door without so much as a word, and burst outside after the woman, looking around wildly. There was no sign of the cousins, and she called out, but received no answer.

So her friend had to coax her back inside, taking a seat across from her in her recliner as they finally got situated. He could tell Anna was mad, but confusion often superseded other emotions for the girl.

"Talk." She commanded.

Olaf sighed and leaned forward, elbows on his knees, scratching through his hair as he tilted his head, "I don't know much, Anna. Yesterday, when Kristoff and I were alone at the shop, he told me that I 'didn't know what I was doing'. I asked him what he meant, but you guys walked up and he didn't want to argue in front of you, apparently."

When he looked back up at the redhead, she was leaned back in her seat on the sofa, legs crossed, arms folded petulantly.

"So then, last night I convinced him to take a beer run with me. We stopped at the bar, I got a few drinks in him to loosen him up. I thought, you know, maybe we could have a civil conversation if he was tipsy." The man cleared his throat, shifting uncomfortably in his seat, "Then on the way home, I asked what he'd meant by what he said earlier. At first, I was right, he had mellowed out a bit. 'Oh, it's just our family. They wouldn't like Elsa being with Anna.' And I'm all, 'what's wrong with Anna?"

Anna tilted her head, frowning, "Spit it out, Olaf."

The man sped up the canter of his voice, trying to get to the point more quickly, "He says he likes you just fine, but Elsa just can't be with you." He put on his best Kristoff voice, crossing his eyes, throwing in air quotations,"'Not shouldn't, not won't. Can't.'"

His friend look more confused than miffed now. There was a lull in the conversation and Anna narrowed her eyes at him, "This morning."

"Right. Okay. When we got back, I convinced Kristoff to just drink with me for a while so we could chat. Three more beers in, I decide to take my balls out of my purse, and ask the man, 'Why can't Elsa be with Anna?' He lays out some bullshit about it being dangerous, and I said, 'Well, Elsa seemed lonely to me, and now she doesn't. I think you should let them be happy.'"

Flopping back in the recliner, Olaf slapped his hands over his eyes, letting the icepack drop to his lap, "The guy looked like I'd kicked his puppy." The dark haired man threw his arms up, exasperated, "He didn't even say anything, he just sat there for a minute, got up, and went to pass out on the couch." With a sigh, he waved a hand, dismissing it, "Anyways, this morning, I get woken up by him stomping into my room all, 'Where's Elsa!?'" he demanded in his mock Kristoff voice.

"And I'm like, 'probably sleeping off getting her ass laid, duh!' He blows a gasket, says he's going to kick your ass, so I tell him, 'over my dead body! Come at me, bro!' He swings, I swing. I managed to duck and clock him in the eye. Then he got to hollerin' about how we've fucked up everything for them, and I should have minded my own business, and... I just don't know, Anna." He seemed depressed by his own story, "I'm sorry." He drew a deep breath, having winded himself with the explanation.

Anna closed her eyes and just sat there for a while, her mind in overdrive. They remained quiet until the redhead opened her eyes again, "You should go home, Olaf." He only hesitated for a moment before leaving without further question.

Anna was fairly numb for the rest of the afternoon until, in the evening, while she was picking at her dinner, she realized that Olaf had socked Kristoff in the face. Olaf. Had decked a superhuman. The redhead began to laugh hysterically, pushing her dinner away from her and resting her head in her palm, leaning into her elbow on the tabletop. She closed her eyes, resting her other arm in front of her as she allowed her head to drop, forehead thunking against the wood, supporting hand falling across the back of her skull.

Laughter died into heavy, gasping breaths, and then sobs. Anna cried for a couple of minutes before it dissolved again into panting. As quickly as the spell had come on, it released it's hold on her, and she sat back in her seat, running a hand through her hair.

"God, what the fuck am I doing?" She shook her head, deliberately taking control of her breathing. Yes, she had a connection with Elsa. One forged by really bad circumstances, and perhaps a bit of overexposure to one another at a time when the both of them were in dire need of comfort, or someone to comfort, as the case seemed to be for Elsa, but a connection none-the-less. That aside, it wasn't as if she knew Elsa incredibly well. Still, she felt as though she wanted to know her.

But this wasn't a long time lover who had just perished in some terrible accident. Kristoff and his cousin were no doubt still searching for the criminal they had come here for in the first place. Elsa was still here. All the girl needed to do was get in contact with her, talk it out.

The blond man's number crossed her mind and she dug into her pocket to get her phone and search for his digits. It wasn't there. She could have sworn she-

"Damn," she recalled. Kristoff had written his number on her hand before she left for home. Where she promptly got into the shower and washed off the number.

"Fuuuuuuck," she cursed quietly to herself, letting her head fall to the table again. The redhead closed her eyes and let out a sigh. What was she going to do?

She moped around for two days, mulling over ideas. She couldn't just go over there, right? Knowing what she knew, Kristoff might be inclined to kill her if she really was putting Elsa at risk; he couldn't just frighten her off like an innocent little girl. She had knowledge, and that could make her seem dangerous in his eyes.

Three days in, she reasoned that Kristoff probably didn't hate Olaf's guts quite as much as her's, and he didn't know anything; he could be scared off without the risk of him spreading word about them.

So, she finally rang him to let him know she was alright, then sprang the question; would he stop in at the old Bjorgman place to see if he could talk to Elsa? He must have felt guilty, because he didn't bat an eye, agreeing to go the next morning.

Unfortunately, he rang her up as soon as he pulled back into his driveway, sounding a bit shaken.

"Olaf?"

"Anna! Holy shit, that bastard shot my truck! I didn't see him but he-"

Anna's eyes widened, "Oh my gosh, are you okay!?"

"Obviously, or I wouldn't be calling you. Then that crazy dog jumped on the hood. I thought I was puppy chow."

The girl sighed, relaxing into her seat, half out of relief, half out of frustration, "Okay. Thanks for trying, Olaf. Shot in the dark," she flinched at the unintentional slip, "but you don't have their number do you?" She didn't know why the heck she hadn't asked that first. It might have saved the man the risk.

"Sorry, I don't."

Or not. "I'm sorry too, Olaf. If I had known-"

"Don't worry about it, Anna," he sounded calm now, "I get the feeling this was important to you. I'm gonna go change my shorts." A pause, his worry bleeding into his tone, "Don't do anything crazy."

"Yeah. Talk to you later." The redhead pulled back from her cell and hung up.

Kristoff had shot Olaf's vehicle. That seemed like an extreme measure to keep them away from Elsa. Maybe this was too complicated for her. She tried until the end of the week to let go of the issue. She had tried, there was just nothing else she could do; that was the lie she spent four days trying to force herself to swallow.

Finally, on the seventh day, she spent the morning psyching herself up before climbing into her truck and speeding away toward the Bjorgmans. As she was pulling into their driveway, the thunder of a shot rang out, Sven jumping in front of the truck, the shock of it causing Anna to slam on the breaks, jarring her. The redhead remained ducked in her seat for a moment before taking a deep breath, calling on the rage she had worked herself into to pop open the drivers side door and step out, not faltering in the slightest as she slammed it shut behind her and began marching toward the house. Sven didn't move from his spot in front of her vehicle, but watched her intensely.

BANG, the weapon screamed again and the dust in Anna's path shot up just before she stepped forward. Anna reeled and stumbled, skidding in the dirt and gravel, and skittering back a few feet on her hands and knees before standing back up, gasping for breath from the startling fact that she'd nearly been hit; the first hadn't even marked her truck.

When it had been quiet for a minute, Anna began to strut toward the house again, steadying her step as she picked up her pace. Half way to the deck, Kristoff burst through the screen door, knocking it clear off the hinges as he stormed up to meet her, getting directly in her face and stepping in against her, "Get the fuck out of here, Anna." His brown eyes burned angrily.

"Let me talk to Elsa, Kristoff." She didn't back down.

"Leave." He demanded again.

"Why did you shoot at me, huh!?" Her hands flew up to shove him, but he caught her wrists and pushed her away.

When she straightened back up, cheeks red with fury, he scowled at her, scoffing at her naivety.

"Don't kid yourself. I'm not that good of a shot. I wasn't the one who fired at you, Anna."

Anna suddenly felt her confidence burning away, understanding dawning on her features.

"Elsa was, and you don't know shit. Now go home."

She was about to call him a liar, filled with chagrin that he would say something so horrible, but another shot echoed through the air, the dust next to her right foot kicked up, making her jump and swing her head around to search for the source.

Anna looked back to Kristoff. His hands were empty by his sides. He was telling the truth.

Bowing her head in defeat, Anna turned away from the man and began to drag her feet back toward her truck.

Maybe she could be scared away like an innocent little child, after all.

The message was clear. The Elsa she wanted to know wasn't home anymore.

Anna spent the next couple of days alternatively working herself to exhaustion and moping, just thinking about what she could have missed. It wouldn't come to her, everything clouded by the enjoyment she had experienced in her time spent with the blonde woman.

As the day of the full moon crept up on her, however, she found herself thinking about something else; the fact that there was a criminal on the loose. A supernatural one. A new idea came to mind in the time she spent pondering that knowledge. If she couldn't talk to Elsa, then she would try to help her in any way she could.

So, gathering up every scrap of silver in the house, she hopped in her truck and made a trip to town, pulling to a stop outside of the general store and parking on the side of the street. Grabbing the small cardboard box from the passenger seat, she jumped out of the truck and walked inside with purpose. She strode up to the counter, head held high, and set the box in front of the cashier.

"I need silver bullets," the girl didn't miss a beat, maintaining steady eye contact.

The man cracked a smirk and snorted a little laugh, "Is that so? Hunting monsters are you?" When he looked back into Anna's eyes, she didn't waver, lips not even twitching.

His smile slowly died, and he cleared his throat, "Um, well, we can do that, but it'll be expensive."

"I need six. You can keep what's left."

The man's brow raised on his forehead, and he looked down to the box, pulling it toward him to look inside, scratching at his chin considerately, "Well," a pause, "Okay. You've got a deal. Be ready next-"

"I need them tomorrow. I'll throw in an extra sixty."

"Deal!"

Anna didn't linger, turning and heading back for her truck. If that bastard came back in the next few days, she would be ready.

Unknown to the redhead, Elsa had spent the time since they had been separated in a not-so dissimilar manner. Kristoff had given her a stricter directive. Before she had met Anna, she probably would have spilled his blood for that, cousin or not. Now though, and for the first time in a long time, Elsa felt that she had a stake in this.

So she would obey. Most of her time was spent out searching for signs of her target. Her time spent at home not sleeping or eating, she took up hidden spots around the property with her rifle, just watching, waiting. It was during those long hours lying in the brush, sweating in the heat of the day that she thought about Anna, and if there was some way to fix all of this. The truth seemed the logical place to start, but that opportunity was gone.

When the day of the full moon came, she was well rested, and spent the morning stretching and preparing for the coming chance to finally end this. In the late evening, at sunset, she ate a hearty meal before going into the back yard to visit with Sven, but was intercepted by Kristoff.

"I wanna talk."

She waved a hand, looking ahead and away from him as she began to walk again, aloof, "So talk."

"You seem awfully confident about tonight, but you said you and Sven haven't found any sign of the guy."

"We haven't, but he's been moving toward town. It's risky, but Sven and I will patrol opposite directions from the edge of town to just outside Anna's property. That's not too far, fifteen miles, so with a little luck, we will catch him. We've got him trapped."

"How do you know he's even still here?"

"If he didn't want to be here, he'd have left after he attacked Westleton. Something is keeping him here."

Kristoff grew quiet, crossing his arms and looking down at his feet. Elsa turned and headed around the corner of the house, moving for the front yard, and after a moment of hesitation, he followed, "I hope you're right. Sorry to be hard on you, it's just-"

"No, Kristoff. Don't apologize for-"

The man nearly crashed into her when she stopped short as they nearly rounded the next corner. Elsa's nostrils flared, and she inhaled deeply. With a stern expression, she started moving again, breaking into a jog that prompted her cousin to follow suit. The blonde slowed as she approached the mail box at the end of the drive, stopping and flinging the end of it open. She retrieved the few pieces of paper inside and began flipping through them. Then her nostrils flared again when she stopped on a postcard, eyes going wide with horror. The mail fell from her hands, clutching the card with dread, and she froze.

When Kristoff realized Elsa was smelling the mail, he copied her, shock taking over his facade as he dashed out into the middle of the road, scouring one direction before turning to scan the other, "Holy shit! He was just here!" Seeing no further sign of the man, he ran back to Elsa, watching the mail fall from her grasp. He skidded to a stop, ignoring the paper around their feet as he leaned in awkwardly to read the card. Shock gave way to vexation.

Three big red words sent Elsa's heart into a frenzy, terror mounting.

"I HAVE HER."

They looked at one another for all of three seconds before Elsa flung the card and spun, sprinting full speed in a diagonal line across their property, and leaving her cousin in the dust. It was faster to get to Anna's house through the woods. Kristoff only lingered behind for a beat before he ran back into the street and dashed up the bumpy pavement to meet his cousin there. Kristoff was fast, but he wasn't as agile as his cousin. It would be quicker for him to take the street.

They had to hurry. There wasn't much time.