Logan let out a dry chuckle around the cigar he was lighting as the girl continued to ramble loudly and rapidly behind him. He tried his best to drown out her voice by distracting himself with the dingy light bulb above the ceiling but to no avail.

He was losing his patience. Fast. But there was no need for confrontation that would draw attention to him. Not now. The bartender was still going about his task of doing whatever it was that he was doing in the kitchen, and the silence that Logan was enjoying disintegrated into thin air upon the girl's arrival and other people that shuffled inside the bar.

Just another kid. No point of wasting time on this one.

Anna walked directly next to the hunched man at the counter, scrunching her eyes half due to frustration and half due to sleep deprivation. She took a deep breath and a moment of concentration before beginning her lecture. "You are rude, and immature, and–and childish! And—and so rude!"

Logan rolled his eyes. "Piss off, kid," he replied bluntly without turning his head, his thoughts oscillating between dragging the girl outside or continuing his best to ignore her. He eyed the nearby patrons that had just arrived, their curious stares causing him to squirm in his seat uncomfortably. He ground his teeth and slammed the half-empty mug of beer down the counter, startling the redhead with the sudden gesture of hostility. Instinctively, Anna inched backwards, gulping slowly, with her furrowed brows still marring her face.

"I'm—I'm not scared of you!" Anna retorted childishly before crossing her arms on her chest like the stubborn mule that she was. Of course she was scared. Who was she kidding? The man looked like he skinned humans for a living and she was close to provoking him to throwing her against the wall.

Lucky for Anna, he didn't find her worth the trouble. "I don't like to repeat myself, kid. You need to get the hell out of here," he said in a low voice that nearly resembled a growl, finally turning around to face the object of his annoyance.

Ironically, Logan was right in his condescending name-calling. She really was just a kid. He almost felt bad for being such a jerk. Almost. Barely out of high school and skinny as a twig that he could easily tear in half, Anna Arendelle stood oblivious in front of a powerful mutant that could decapitate her with one swift move of his clawed hand.

But she didn't even notice that. She didn't notice the sharp tips of silver that was peeking out of the brooding man's left-hand. She was too busy yelling at him, not even bothering to look around and see the spectacle that she had created. Customers were watching the commotion like some sort of circus, the sound of muffled laughter echoing throughout the beat-down bar that Logan was so fond of. All he wanted was some peace and quiet tonight. Too bad he wasn't going to get any of that.

Anna could feel the hot tears forming behind her eyes. She hadn't slept in days, she was hungry, and people were just so uncooperative and obnoxious for no reason. She squared her shoulders. Here goes nothing. "Why are you so unnecessarily cantankerous and malicious? Were you raised in a barn? All I asked is for you to look at this picture and to tell me if you saw her! Is that too much to ask?" she bit her lip, embarrassment rearing its head when she had finally realized that she was causing a scene. Her desperation to find her sister won, so she pressed on, digging a deeper hole for herself than she cared to admit.

Logan stared at her in disbelief before sighng in resignation, wary eyes flitting back and forth and hoping that none of the bystanders recognized him. He arched his neck and stared Anna up and down, crossed his arms, and met her eyes.

Fuck my life. "Fine. Let me see your stupid picture," he huffed, showing aggravation over such a tiny task. Without any miniscule attempt to hide his annoyance, Logan rolled his eyes with one elbow on the bar, the other hand resting on his thigh, fingers tapping impatiently.

Anna had to hold herself back from doing a happy dance. She was close to finding Elsa and that mean man was going to tell her where she went. "Where is it?" she mumbled while rummaging through her pockets to retrieve the picture that she was so determined for him to see.

Logan sneered at her. But in the middle of judging her and wishing she would just go away, something in his brain started to click. There was something eerily familiar about this kid that he couldn't quite pinpoint. He wondered if they had met before, if she had been one of those girls he had seen a few times in front of the local high school just outside of town. But the odds of that happening were very slim because the girl in front of him didn't look like she belonged in this neighborhood, in this town.

Even in her fits of anger and lack of grace, Logan was able to tell that she was well educated and wealthy. Girls her age, in this part of town, wouldn't be able to afford the clothes she wore or possessed the slightest knowledge of the jargons and words she had just used to retaliate against him.

Cantankerous? Malicious? This kid sounds like she reads Shakespeare for fun. Jesus H. Christ. And people think mutants are freaks.

Anna stood out like a snowman in the middle of summer. She was awkward, out of place, and she seemed to be melting with exhaustion while struggling to stay put. Alright, where did that snowman thought come from? Logan stopped himself from rolling his eyes at his own stupidity. But whatever. He actually wished for the kid to turn into a snowman so she could just melt into a puddle and leave him alone. But there was just something about her….

He was starting to think that she had ran away and was probably looking for her boyfriend—or girlfriend in this case—who promised her that they would meet up and leave together. He almost felt bad for her.

What a sad cliché. Another Romeo and Juliet bullshit. Or Juliet and Juliet. Whatever. I bet her girl left the moment she realized the kind of shit she was gonna get into. Kids these days. Scrawny here doesn't strike me as someone stupid, but I guess I'm wrong. She looks so fuckin' familiar….

The other customers went about their business when the cat and mouse show they were eagerly watching came to an anticlimactic stop. The stream of indistinct chattering blanketed the bar, and the clinking of bottles between friends was heard as they shared jokes with one another after such a long day of being away at work. One man sat next to him by the counter, much to his chagrin, and started calling after the bartender. He wasn't fond of closed spaces or people brushing their arms against his. He wasn't fond of anyone. Period.

She was taking way too long looking for that stupid picture. Logan sighed exasperatedly while the girl who continued to shuffle through her back and coat pockets. "How long is this going to take? Can you ask someone else—"

Anna wasn't going to let him win. "Here it is!" she squealed, drawing the attention of a group of men sitting a few tables away. She shoved the picture in front of Logan's face like a child proudly presenting her impressive report card. Logan's ears perked up and a seed of panic began to sprout inside his chest, his nerves buzzing and driving him to a fight or flight mode.

For fuckity-fuck's sake. She's an Arendelle. She's related to that Class Five mute who froze the entire mansion. What's that girl's name again? Ellie? Elise? El—"

"Elsa. This is my sister Elsa. She ran away a few days ago, and it's totally my fault because I pushed her too far— " Anna was oblivious to Logan's growing panic and the lecherous looks being shot her way by those men sitting down and watching her.

His fears were confirmed. If Arendelle was related to this scrawny kid in front of him, there was a huge possibility that they possessed the same powers. Logan quickly glanced at the floor to make sure ice wasn't there. Yet.

She's gonna freeze this whole fucking town. In spite of himself, the thoughts of innocent blood freezing to death left a bitter taste in his mouth. And there was Erik to worry about. If he, with so much as a rumor, found out about Elsa and her sister possessing destructive powers….

He couldn't complete the thought. He wasn't easily daunted, but seeing what Elsa was capable of did put him on the edge of worry and fear for the humans Charles was so very fond of. Though he wouldn't admit it, Logan knew Charles was having a hard time getting through the girl. There was only one person Elsa would allow herself to talk to: Jean Grey. Was it because they were both Class Five mutants that was why it was easy for them to interact?

Logan's head started to spin when he remembered one crucial detail. Elsa didn't know she was a Class Five mutant. Charles kept that from her. Charles begged his closest allies, including him, to hide that from her.

"Kid, put that picture away— "

Anna caught the sudden shift in Logan's attitude. He was fidgeting and he looked like he wanted to leave. "Wait, what? Anyway, she's a little bit different, just a tiny bit," she said while pressing her thumb and her index finger together, leaving a small space in between. "Not like, the weird kind of different, just…different. You know how some people like chocolates and others don't? I don't get why people won't like chocolates in the first place but—"

"We can't discuss this here—"

Anna ignored him."—but like, I'm so bad at metaphors. Do you get my point though? She's just not like the rest of us and—"

"Kid."

"What?" Anna sighed loudly as she rolled her eyes, her arms falling to her sides. "I'm not finished talking and you keep interrupting me. What's your deal?" She was getting frustrated and Logan's grip on his mug tightened. He was expecting her touch him and freeze his face or some shit. She didn't. Not that he wasn't going to survive that, but he was grateful that she wasn't as out of control as her sister who basically froze Charles' office with a single sneeze.

Logan took in a deep breath and released it in a controlled manner through his nose before pinching it with his fingers, willing himself to reply calmly. "Look, kid, I don't know who that girl is. You should go, it's not safe for you to be here—go home. Hide."

Liar. Anna eyed him dubiously. Was he super drunk or something? Hide from what? She placed a hand over her hip and shifted her weight to her other leg, clearly looking unconvinced. "You're not telling the truth," she said, wagging an accusing finger at Logan. "You definitely recognize who she is. Do you want money? I can write you a check, just tell me how much. I don't care what the price is! I just want my sister back. Please help me, I—"

Desperate pleas for her sisters whereabouts were immediately cut off when Logan coiled his hands on each side of her arms. He shook her like a leaf to reel her attention back to him. No more rambling, Arendelle Number Two. He couldn't believe Arendelle Number One was related to this kid. She didn't Know. How. To. Shut. Up. The one back in the mansion barely said a word and he wasn't even sure if he knew what her voice sounded like.

Anna tried to yank her arms away from his grip but failed. Dammit, he was strong. Really strong. She was about to open her mouth to scream for help but stopped short when she finally caught the urgency in his face. He wasn't trying to hurt her.

"I need you to listen to me very carefully," Logan said in a low, ominous tone. He did a quick sideglance. Fuck. They saw. They knew. "Those men back there are on their way here and they will try to kill us both—no don't look back," he commanded, cupping her chin and sharply turning her face back to him. "Look at me. We can't let them hurt innocent people so we have to make a run for it. You can't hurt innocent people." Anna glared at him and he immediately clamped her mouth shut when she tried to say something. "Here's what you're going to do: you will run when I tell you to run. Got it?"