Chapter 6, Snow White pt. 6:

Hiccup sighed as he looked at the pile of phones, tablets, and fingerprint pictures on his desk. Kristoff had just com in a dumped four laptops, another tablet, two ipods, and Snow's phone that she'd left in the house.

"Well, there you go," Kristoff patted his shoulder. "Good luck."

Hiccup sighed as he sat down. He picked up the first phone, Florians, plugged it into a USB port and began running the codes. He heard a thunk. He turned and found a pint of ice cream sitting on his desk. He looked up further and found Astrid standing next to his desk, holding out a spoon.

"Figured you could use this," she said as he took the spoon.

"Thank you!" Hiccup answered gratefully as he took the spoon and picked up the pint. Astrid began to walk off a smug grin on her face waiting for…

"'Computer Chip?' Really?" Hiccup called after her once he'd read the flavor of the ice cream.

"What? It's got chocolate, nuts, and orange in it," Astrid tried to sound innocent.

"Mm," Hiccup nodded, satisfied as he took a taste. "It's good, but I'm still mad."

"No, you're not," Astrid retorted as she sat down and began writing up a report.

Hiccup made a face at her as he went back to typing in codes and reading, taking a bite of ice cream every now and then. The continual "squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak," of a cart interrupted the working silence of the room as Merida helped Rapunzel push a flatbed filled with evidence into the lab.

"Hey, someone catch," she called as she tossed a camera towards the desks. Eugene caught it and then set down to pull out the card.

"Not bad," she said.

"Thank you," he grinned slyly. "Hey rookie when you're done-"

"No!" Merida shouted as she continued to push the cart. "I've made lunch runs, snack runs, breakfast runs, went running with dogs, jumped into the pit to go through all the trash while you all watched and laugh. I finish this, I'm sitting down and having a nice cup of coffee! Rookie or not!"

She disappeared down the hall with Rapunzel chuckling along with her.

"She told you," Kristoff said as he picked up a newspaper and began reading.

"Yeah, getting sassy," Eugene snapped and swished his hips for emphasis.

"Please never do that again," Hiccup said before sticking another bite of ice cream in his mouth.

"Must be the red hair," Eugene commented as he began to flip through the pictures taken at the dump site.

Silence overcame the room once more as everyone worked. After a few moments, Elsa came in to check on everyone.

"Anything?" she asked Hiccup as he unplugged Florian's phone.

"Other than your typical teenage pet names and sweet talk, no," he sighed as he picked up Grimhilda's phone.

"Well, keep looking. Kristoff, I need you to go scare the boyfriend again. We found some boxer shorts under the victim's bed."

"Uh-huh," Kristoff popped his knuckles as he walked towards the interrogation rooms, Elsa following him.

"Ooh, I wanna see this," Jack said as he followed them.

"And it's guys like Kristoff," Eugene commented after they left. "That kept guys like Hiccup on the straight and narrow."

Hiccup crumbled up a sticky note and tossed it at Eugene. Merida came back up from the lab.

"Hey, Firecracker," Eugene called.

"What?" Merida asked.

"Firecracker, that's your nickname. Y'know, the attitude? The crazy red hair? Firecracker."

"I like it," Astrid commented as she stood up from her desk and began walking towards the hall. "Good news fellas, we've got a murder weapon. Baseball bat."

"Oh, classic," Eugene drummed his fingers against each other at the revelation.

"I'm going to show Elsa real quick, if you-"

"Hang on a minute," Hiccup held up his hand as he frowned at his computer screen. He pushed his glasses up on his nose as he studied the contents on the screen.

"What?" Astrid asked.

Hiccup unplugged the phone and stood up. "I'm going with you. I've got something I need to show Elsa..."

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"...if you didn't do anything to her, why were your boxers under her bed?!" Kristoff slammed his fists on the table at a sniffling Florian.

"I don't know!" Florian sobbed. "I didn't rape her, I didn't kill her, I didn't hurt her, I swear! It wasn't me!"

"Then whose boxers were they?"

"I don't know!"

"They weren't yours? You didn't put them there, so whose are they?"

Elsa watched from behind the screen, calculating eyes examining every tear, flicker, and wince Florian created. The door opened behind her and she turned to find Astrid and Hiccup coming in behind her.

"News?" she asked.

"Got a murder weapon, baseball bat," Astrid handed to forms to Elsa. "We haven't found the specific bat yet, but the splatter pattern matched up."

"Excellent," Elsa nodded. "I do love answers. Hiccup? What about you?"

"Not really answers, actually more questions. Sorry," he shrugged sheepishly.

Elsa sighed. "What?"

"The stepmother's phone," Hiccup held it out. "It's only been activated for 24 hours."

Elsa frowned as she took the phone.

"Did she offer you another phone?"

"Nope. She gave us two laptops, a tablet, and an ipod, but just that phone."

"And the activity of those?"

"I haven't looked into them too much, but I can already tell you more than 24 hours."

"Hm," Elsa narrowed her eyes as she handed the phone back to Hiccup. That is certainly-

"Kristoff!" Everyone turned and looked back into the interrogation room to find Anna standing in the doorway.

"What is she doing?" Elsa moaned as she covered her face with her hands.

"Kristoff, stop the interview!" Anna cried.

"What are you doing?" Kristoff asked. "Can't you see-"

"I just got done doing DNA and seminal fluid tests, and some skin cell, and even some sweat, because, you know, stuff-"

"I don't have time, go back to work," Kristoff turned back to Florian.

"No, no, that's what I'm trying to tell you. I didn't find seminal fluid, or sweat, or that many skin cells, I did find some DNA, but it-"

"What are you trying to say? Just spit it out," Kristoff sighed.

"He's telling the truth," Anna said. "Those weren't his boxers. They were planted there."