Am I a Monster? Disney Frozen & MCU crossover, CHAPTER THREE
A NOTE FROM THE AUTHOTRESS:
Chapter three! Whoop whoop!
CHAPTER WORD COUNT: 910
A sudden knock at the door summoned Elsa to answer it, wearing rubber gloves over her cotton gloves and a cleaning rag thrown over her shoulder.
She creaked open the door, the safety bolt still in place- one could never be too safe, especially in these parts. On the other side of the door stood three people.
A handsome blond man with twinkling blue eyes and dressed causally in a blue T-shirt and a baseball hat that proclaimed World War II vet.
Steven Grant Rogers, aka Captain America.
A beautiful redhead with hazel eyes and dressed sharply in jeans and a green blouse.
Natasha Romanoff, AKA Black Widow.
And a man standing slightly behind the other two, dressed in a loose black sweatshirt and had his hands stuffed into his pockets.
James "Bucky" Buchanan Barnes, aka White Wolf.
"Hi," Elsa greeted them, shutting the door to unlatch the flimsy deadbolt before opening it once more. "Anna and I are getting the apartment cleaned up, you can come in, if you want."
The moment they were inside, they got to work without being asked to do so- Steve started to untack the blankets from the walls and neatly fold them, Natasha began to sweep the hardwood floors and Bucky got started on unfolding and taping boxes to be packed. Elsa returned to cleaning the bathroom, warning them all to be quiet as how Anna was still sound asleep.
Twenty minutes later, Elsa was still scrubbing at a stubborn stop in the tub that refused to go from pale yellow to white. She paused for a moment, sitting back and swiping at her forehead, taking some of the sweat with her wrist.
"Come… on…" she grunted, looking up as a dark shadow fell over her to see Sergeant Barnes.
"Hey, what else can I do to help?" he asked her before seeing what she had been doing. "One sec."
When he reappeared, he carried the tiny jug of white vinegar that Elsa kept in the kitchen and nudged her out of the way.
"Where did you learn that?" Elsa asked him as the stain disappeared under a hard scrub and a douse of white vinegar.
"My ma worked as a maid, and this was one of her many tricks from cleaning," Bucky smiled wistfully at a memory that only he was privy to.
Elsa only smiled, looking up as Anna appeared in the doorway, yawning and stretching.
"Good morning, sleepyhead!" she teased her sister, who only let out a disgruntled grunt before wandering off again.
"You really love her, don't you?" Bucky asked her, drawing away from the now sparkling white bathtub.
"She's got no one else honestly," Elsa shrugged nonchalantly.
"No parents?" He wasn't judging.
"Dead." Elsa's voice was limp as she played with her fingers. "We lived in the mountains up north in Rhode Island. Shortly after I was accepted to New York University on a half scholarship, they died."
"I'm sorry to hear that," he hummed apologetically, standing with her and helping her by gathering the cleaning supplies into his arms and trailing after her.
"Bathroom's clean!" Elsa announced as she found her younger sister, eating a bowl of cereal while Natasha cleaned the refrigerator and freezer.
"Yippee eh yo ki aye," grouched Anna as she took another bite. The redhead in the fridge snorted and Steve, who was leaving with a glass of water developed a confused look on his face.
"Damn kids these days," muttered Bucky teasingly.
Elsa quickly removed her glove and made a perfectly sized snowball in her hand. she wound back and threw, Bucky jumping at the frozen ice ball that collided with the back of his head.
"JESUSFUCK!" His eyes were comically huge with a mixture of disbelief and was clearly wondering what had just happened.
"POTTYMOUTHJAR!" Anna cheered, all of a sudden chipper as she bounded out of the kitchen and came back a minute later, holding up a jar with money in it.
"How much do I owe you?" Bucky reached into his back pocket and pulled out his wallet.
"It's a solid one hundred cents every time you drop the F bomb!" Anna looked delighted as he handed her a bill.
"Tell you what, why don't you start up a tab for me?" He looked over to Elsa.
"One time, Anna made over a thousand dollars just by getting people to fork over money for her trusty potty mouth jar," she deadpanned.
Steve almost spat out his mouthful of water and Natasha started to wheeze.
"Which one of the Avengers has the potty mouth?" The pale haired woman's eyebrow arched impressively as she got busy with collecting the utensils from the silverware drawer.
The three Avengers looked at each other before answering her.
Elsa broke out into a laugh.
"Wow, sounds like I will make some serious bank!" Anna cheered with utter delight as she began to help by throwing the neatly folded blankets into a box.
"Anna, can you please get started on packing up our bedroom?" Elsa requested of her. "Just throw our stuff in together- I really don't care either way."
"Okie dokie!" And with that, Anna went skipping off to their shared bedroom toting two cardboard boxes with her.
"Anna's going to make a fortune, isn't she?" Elsa asked.