A/N: Aaaand here we have Elsa and Anna, like I promised. Let the journey continue~ Many thanks to my Frozen fan buddy Mori for beta-ing this!

Disclaimer: I do not own any Disney characters, nor certain characters that will appear in future chapters.

Anna practically skipped down the stairs of their parents' home, nearly colliding into a few of the household servants along the way. She apologized profusely and slammed the doors to the conference room where she found her older sister and company seated, discussing a few matters that she probably figured to be some company business. But that wasn't on her mind at that moment. She stormed over much to the surprise of everyone in the room and grabbed her sister's arm. "Pardon me while I borrow my sister for a second." No one protested the redhead's sudden entrance and watched as she left a very confused platinum blond in tow.

Once outside and the doors shut, Anna rounded on her heels and gave Elsa an accusatory glare. "Elsa. Jullian. Kellingsworth." She jabbed her sister in the chest with every enunciation of her full name. "You couldn't have told me that you were hiring a personal bodyguard before you actually did? And a woman at that!"

Elsa rolled her eyes and held her sister at a distance, rubbing the sore spot that would probably bruise thanks to those sharp nails. "Anna, it wasn't entirely my decision. The advisors in the company suggested that I do for the time being." She cupped her little sister's cheeks and gave her a wry smile. "Please, just bear with it for now. I don't actually plan on keeping her - just long enough until everyone feels confident that we will be perfectly capable of protecting ourselves."

Anna huffed, but any traces of skepticism and doubt towards her sister's decision dissipated with that half smile. She pressed a hand to her forehead and shook her head. "You're twenty-two for crying out loud - you're managing an international company, you have years of martial arts under your belt, and your glare is more than enough to send a murderer running. I don't see how we even need one!"

"Not that many people know that Anna. That's exactly why we need one for the time being. We don't want people to see our family as some vulnerable target for people to prey on consistently." She tucked the single streak of blond hair behind her sister's ear. "You know Weselton. He'll do anything to try to get his hands on our family company. He's not much of a threat, but with a bodyguard at least we'll be safer."

"Mr. Weaselton attempted to send assassins after your head. Who's to say he won't try it again?!"

"Ahem."

A soft cough drew both sisters' attentions and they completely forgot what they were arguing about for a second. A tall woman stood before them dressed to the nine in a crisp, sharp suit with a striking blue tie that match her eyes. She held up a piece of a paper and glanced down at the jumble of instructions on it. "I hope I'm not interrupting anything, but I'm looking for 'Elsa and Anna Kellingsworth'?"

"That would be her and me. I mean us. The both of us." Anna flushed a bright red at her stumbling and bowed out slightly, letting her sister take the reins on this one. Unlike Elsa, she couldn't manage words around strangers who had the propensity to render her speechless.

"What business do you have with us?" asked Elsa in a collected, formal tone. She observed the woman carefully, watching her as she ruffled through the papers in her hands.

"I was requested to make an appearance to determine my qualifications as a …. oh, here, 'as a professional escort to all events, social gatherings, and any situation deemed necessary for accompaniment.'" The woman paused awkwardly, cocking her head slightly with some expression of disbelief. "I… wasn't sure if I was supposed to bring a resume detailing my experience or actually demonstrate some of my expertise. This is an odd position to be called in for."

"Wait, so you're the new bodyguard Elsa hired?" Anna stared at the woman incredulously. "But you can't be any older than us! I thought you hired a professional?"

Elsa held up a hand to stop her sister. "Yes I did. From the background checks and profiling, she's more than qualified regardless of age."

"Wait, so how old are you then?"

"Um…." The woman paused and answered somewhat hesitantly as her age might have been of some issue here. "I'm… twenty three?"

"She's barely older than you by a year. I thought we'd be put up with some man who is, oh I don't know, about thirty or forty, big, muscular, scary, and a rock?"

"Anna." Elsa commanded her name quietly, but it was enough to get the redhead to quiet for a moment. "We will speak further in my office."

"Okay, so from my understanding of the situation, I am simply to appear to be protecting you both. I'm just window dressing?" "

Yes Ms. Aefent." Elsa folded her hands together and leaned forward in her chair. Her sister had taken her roost on the edge of the desk, her arms crossed across her stomach indignantly. It was obvious the fact they couldn't pick someone else to do the job bothered her. "Both Anna and I have more than enough combat experience to defend ourselves in case of a riot or assassination attempts. The position is just to appease some of the advisors in our company until the commotion passes."

The platinum-blond woman watched Chrone mull in her thoughts, taking the chance to properly inspect her from head to toe. The shock of jet black hair fell haphazardly everywhere, but it had a neat feel like wind blowing it back into place. Deep sapphires flitted about, pausing every now and then when her mind seemed to have caught onto something. Her pale skin might have mirrored those who spent all their time indoors, but the two scars that marred her forehead across through her right eye and another down the same side of her face might have said otherwise. She was dressed entirely in black aside from her tie and overall, her body appeared relaxed and comfortable. She didn't look like she fit the description of any kind of military personnel - she looked more like the bookworm type who belonged in a hospital or law office of the sort. And she was much too refined and polite to be one of those hard-headed 'I'm-just-doing-my-job' types.

"The irony of it all," muttered the woman darkly, pain flashing across her features as she rose from her seat. Suddenly Elsa regretted even bringing up the subject and bit the inside of her cheek hopefully. She had gone through many applications and Chrone's was the first to strike her interest. She didn't want to have to go through the process all over again. "I accept the position. However, I do have one condition."

"Speak your mind."

The composed exterior fell and she bowed her head low, her shoulders slumped and her voice soft. Elsa and Anna glanced at each other, sensing the unease emanating from Chrone.

"Under no circumstance will you endanger yourself once you are in safety."

Just before either one could open their mouths to reply, a knock came to the door and their butler poked his head inside. "Miss Kellingsworth, the company VPs are awaiting your return. They are starting to get restless after Miss Anna's appearance."

Elsa nodded and rose from her seat. She smirked and playfully winked at the other two women. "Yes, of course. The lords of Kellingsworth Corporation are impatient for their queen's attention. Best to show them their place, yes?" She picked up a slim folder and passed it into Chrone's hands. "Your first appointment will be at a company merger meeting tomorrow at eight in the morning, but it would be appreciated if you could arrive here instead when we depart at seven-thirty. I expect you to be prompt regardless."

Chrone swallowed thickly when icy blues fell onto her expectantly, fiddling with the folder unconsciously. She had been completely caught off guard with the most astonished and confused expressions on her face. She soundlessly opened her mouth, then closed it before opening it again and responding with a strained, "Understood."

Anna fell into a fit of uncontrollable giggles. The platinum-blond woman merely grinned as she slipped from the room soundlessly and left her company in the office. "Aha, you should have seen the look on your face!"

The raven-haired bodyguard scrubbed at her cheek with the palm of her hand, feeling heat rising in it uncomfortably in the tell-tale signs of embarrassment. "I… wasn't expecting that to be honest."

The redhead waved it off and jumped off the edge of the desk only to plop herself down in one of the comfortable armchairs in front of the desk. She looked at Chrone curiously, inwardly smug at the fact she squirmed under her gaze. "You know, you're really weird for a bodyguard. Like not in a bad way, just… different."

"Not everyone is made the same." If only you knew how…

"Well if they were, then we wouldn't be sitting here and chatting."

Silence filled the room until Chrone broke the silence with a peculiar question.

"Queen…? Er, did I miss something here?"

"It's kind of a family joke. Elsa's not actually a queen, but everyone kind of calls her the 'Snow Queen' 'cause she's really pretty and graceful and cold like the snow. Not like cold cold, she's got the warmest hugs. She just comes off as cold, like snow. Her aura I mean. She's a really friendly person and caring, people just see her as like this distant, unreachable, untouchable kind of person, y'know what I mean?"

Chrone didn't reply to Anna and instead, rose to her feet to the door Elsa had just left through. She paused halfway out and turned around to face the redhead with the softest smile on her lips. "Yes, you're right. She is quite beautiful, like a snowflake. I hope you have a wonderful day Miss Anna, and I will be arriving tomorrow at seven-thirty."

Anna smiled mischievously. What was she up to now? "I suggest you read through that folder thoroughly - you might need the information inside."

"Are you serious?! It wasn't a legitimate job offer?"

Chrone nodded on her end of the line, her attention mostly on the fish frying in the pan than the conversation at hand. "Yeah, I knew that the new head of Arendelle Corporation was looking for a bodyguard given the fact there were assassination attempts on her after the CEO and his wife's deaths. I just didn't know that it's all a ploy to shake off some nosy ass 'advisers' as Miss Kellingsworth puts it. She passed me a folder with an itinerary inside and that was it. Her sister hinted at something about it, but I don't see anything in it that might have a double meaning." Chrone reached over and flipped open the folder on the dining table, scanning down the contents for what seemed to be the thousandth time that evening. She brushed aside the new badge that came with the only other content in the folder.

Arendelle Corporation Merger Conference

8:00 AM - Conference Commences

10:00 AM - Brunch

12:30 PM - Conference Conclusion

1:00 PM - Rendezvous at undisclosed location

Three odd details struck her at that moment.

One - the schedule was short, suspiciously short.

Two - the last time stamp was confusing.

The last? Her eyes wandered to the bottom of the page to the only line that had more information than the entire itinerary itself.

"This task is specifically for you - deliver my sister safely, then retrieve an important package at 1872 Isles Boulevard. Time: 1:15 PM. Do not be late."

"I'd send a copy over, but I have a feeling half of this stuff is confidential to some degree."

"A riddle? Some kind of puzzle?"

Chrone shifted the phone in a more suitable place. "If there is one, I don't see it. If there isn't, then the Kellingsworth sisters are stranger than I thought."

"I feel like your time's better spent elsewhere Chrone. I mean they didn't even check you thoroughly. It might not be worth your time to waste just playing along with their silly little charade."

Chrone thought over Saurora's words carefully. What she said was true - her time and abilities were better spent on some other more pertinent assignment. They didn't need someone like her to be escorting them around; hell, was she more of a chauffeur than a body guard to them?! They were wealthy beyond anyone's imaginations and this could simply be just on the whim for them. Money could buy anyone anything these days it seemed. She flipped the fish over in the pan and dialed the stove down as she worked on the other stuff to add with it. She didn't want to end up completely dazed tomorrow morning. Her appearance and first impressions were a must regardless of how silly the assignment was.

"I don't know. I accepted the position without thinking and the pay is quite high. It might be a good break for me - gives me some time to recuperate and be just a regular old twenty-three year old for once. Not some high-profile mercenary who runs a well-respected - and feared - organization of trained soldiers."

"Do they know that you're even such a person?" Chrone could practically smell the disbelief oozing from her best friend's voice.

"No, I only listed whatever experience I had from a couple of mundane assignments."

"Good, the less they know, the better off they are. They're only young women - they don't need to hear the horrors of what we do."

Chrone stabbed the knife she was holding into the cutting board sharply, the sound of splintered wood and cracked marble rattling her nerves. She glowered at the blade embedded into the counter top and released a heavy sigh. Am I not a woman myself…?

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I dropped the knife. I don't like fish, they produce too much oil for my tastes. My hands are covered in it."

Liar.

A/N: Okay, so this chapter was a lot harder for me to write than I originally thought. It's always hard for me to write the introductory chapters/content for new stories. I had some trouble getting through it, but I had some help from my beta reader. Many thanks to him again for sticking with me through this weird story. xD

There are actually a few things in this chapter that foreshadow some future events and also hint at some of Chrone's personality and lifestyle. I'll expand more on them in the future, but for now I'll leave it up to the readers to guess at them until then.

And yes, I know Elsa and Anna have no last name, let alone a middle name. I came up with them since I felt too awkward just trying to have them be addressed by their first names all the time.

Reviews/comments are optional, but greatly appreciated and highly welcomed! I'd like to hear your thoughts on it so far.

Thanks to all who have read this story thus far!