I noticed in hindsight that the last chapter didn't flow quite as well as it had in my mind, and the sentences seemed a it bit rushed. i hope that didn't annoy anyone, and I will try to correct it. I'll probably only end up fixing a few errors on the last chapter, but I hope that future chapters flow a bit more.

Thank you for reading.

Elsa watched the ice shoot from her hand, through the window, and into the assassins chest, slightly fearful. It had been a defensive reaction that she was barely conscious of, and she hadn't intended to hurt anyone, she was just acting in self defense. But at the same time, she didn't really care. Whoever they were, they had been sent to kill her, probably by her parent: Who else even knew she existed? Elsa repaired the window, replacing damaged glass with ice, and looked through the once again clear window at the bullets meant to kill her. Two very large bullets were frozen a few inches from her window, pointed directly at her and a few millimeters apart, clearly whoever shot them must have very good aim. Or at least, had a very good aim. Elsa silently made a decision to leave. So what if she hurt someone else by accident? She was born like this, there was no reason to continue to cower in the hopes that her problems would go away, she had to stand up and face them. She had stayed in the hopes of reuniting with Anna, and because she had no-where else to go, but surely anywhere was better than here, stuck in a small room-like prison.

Elsa walked towards her window again. She let her window shatter, breaking it with a barrage of ice, and slowly climbed through it. It was on the second floor, about a five meter drop to the ground, so Elsa piled up some snow and calmly walked down to ground level, and scanned her surroundings. She was in the middle of an urban block, with a few skyscrapers to the left and right, but nothing but an all to familiar warehouse directly across from her window. She turned away, and walked into the distance.

Several months later

Elsa wandered through an alleyway, concealed behind her hood, which she'd done ever since a blurred picture of her had made its way into a news report about her. According to what she had seen of the report through the window of an electronics store, she was a mysterious hero of some kind. It had all started yesterday when she'd found a man holding a gun to a little girls head.

"Let me go!" The girl was screaming. Elsa was closer now, and realized that the girl was actually about her age.

"SHUT IT!" The man yelled, hitting her and knocking her to the ground. "And you might just get to live when your pa pays the ransom money!" said the man, smiling cruelly. Elsa noticed he had brown eyes and a thick mustache. The girl, to her merit, didn't seem phased at all, and stood up, bleeding from where the man had struck her.

"You won't win. If I die my dad will hire all sorts of people to hunt you down, and you know that's a fact." She spat in his face.

The man winced slightly, as if there were truth to the girl's words, but masked it almost immediately with a growl, hitting her to the ground again. He then paused, and held up one hand to the ear Elsa couldn't see, and whispered "Got it." After a short pause.

"Well, just your luck!" The man sneered. "Seems like your dad finally payed the ransom! Looks like I don't need to keep you around anymore." He lifted his gun and pointed it at the girls head.

"And just what would be going on here?" Elsa asked from the shadows nearby. The man spun around, and quickly identified her.

"Kid, this isn't any of your buisness. Keep walking and and we can just forget about this whole incident." His smug smile was really starting to annoy Elsa.

"Well, last I heard you were about to kill this young lady over there. I don't like that idea."

The man sneered again. "What, you gonna try and stop me?"

Elsa looked at the girl, dazed and on the ground, bleeding from her lip, and felt anger boil up inside her. She shot a bolt of frost at the man, impaling the arm he held his gun in.

He screamed in pain, his eyes opening in shock. He opened his mouth to say something, but Elsa covered his mouth in ice. He tried to run, and she did the same with his legs and remaining arm, and he whimpered on the ground under her glare as she walked to him.

"Yes." Was all she said, before walking off, leaving the man frozen to the pavement.

When she looked back, the girl had looked up, confused, but Elsa turned away and kept walking. The girl would be fine now that she had frozen her attacker, so better for the girl to get on with her life before Elsa accidentally hurt her too.

A short while later, she heard sirens headed towards the alleyway. There was a gunshot.

And that's what had brought her back to the alleyway where it had happened. Guilt. What if she had left the girl to her death? She wished that she had seen the whole report on her, and not just the ending, so she could find out what happened to that girl. The girl who's name she would probably never know, and would probably never see again.

It didn't make any sense to her, why she was feeling this way.