Dressed in a black tracksuit and hair bunned beneath a beanie, Anna perched herself at a window seat in Gerda's diner. She downed another shot of vodka, keeping a keen eye on the bar across the park. Nails grated upon the table when she observed a red headed man leaving.
"What'd I tell you?" Gerda piped in, "He leaves at midnight every Saturday, like clockwork-"
"Thank you," Anna said, leaving out money for her drink and pulling on a pair of gloves, "thank you for telling me."
"You aren't going to kill this man, are you?"
Anna smirked back, "это зависит от него." (That depends on him)
The cold wind cut into Anna's face as she jogged across the park, careful to stay hidden in the darkness. She kept her eyes fixed on Hans as he meandered off the main street. At the very last second, she pulled a scarf around her face, and flicked open an extendable baton.
"Eat shit," Anna snarled, leaping over the low wall and ploughing straight into him. The impact from the shadows blindsided Hans, sending him tumbling upon the concrete sidewalk. Inebriated from a night of drinking, he could only yell as she struck him across the face repeatedly.
"Take it, take it!" Hans screamed, hurling his wallet at her. The girl picked it up and flung it back at his face, and he took off down a side alley. Lost in the darkness, Hans could only feel his way along the sodden back lane as Anna chased him down like a rabid animal.
Delirious from wounds opened up on his face, he skidded to a halt when a glowing orb of light from the night sky confronted him. Curdling with snow and descending from the heavens. Elsa floated down on the icy wind, virulent frost brewing in her hands. Hans froze in place, jaw hanging open at his actress standing before him. Her clothes had been overlaid with snowflakes, ethereal glow emanating from her radiant skin, eyes livid with fury. He staggered forward as Anna kicked him in the back.
"I don't think I want to make films for you anymore, Mr Hans," Elsa spoke, her voice booming down the alley.
The utter cold and ferocious wind brewing made even thinking impossible.
"T-that storm, that scene," Hans stammered, eyes fixed on the majesty before him, "that was you?"
With a kick, Anna swept his legs out from under him. He cowered backwards from the ice queen approaching him.
"I'm going to Mr Whitfield to renegotiate my contract," Elsa announced, summoning a singular point of pulsating frost in her hand, "And if you try to interfere-"
A bolt of ice magic streaked forth like lightning. It landed between Hans' legs, revealing a foot-long icicle embedded inches from his groin.
Anna chuckled, "I think there will be consequences for you."