A/N: Number eighteen.

Prompt: Handcuff

One month, two weeks, three days, and four hours.

That was how long it had been since she had seen Anna Anderson.

Elsa glanced at her watched as she unlocked her door.

11: 25.

She narrowed her eyes and entered her home, shutting the door behind her. One month, two weeks, three days, four hours, and counting.

Work had been endless. Between tracing leads that ultimately ended up dead, searching abandoned homes, trying to recover stolen artifacts, and simply spending every waking moment to track down the thief, she had been left with no time for herself.

Low-life thief, ha! I've never met someone so troublesome in my life before.

Elsa sighed and plopped down on the couch. She closed her eyes and leaned back, too tired to remove her boots and uniform. The grandfather clock ticked behind her and after several minutes she sighed again and got up. Her boots echoed in the hallway and she was reminded of the emptiness in her home.

A two story house with no one but me. As if I couldn't give anyone even more of a reason to think I'm a recluse.

She smiled bitterly and headed to her bedroom, intent on taking a warm shower before sleeping. Luckily for her, her bathroom was connected to said bedroom so she wouldn't have to go back and forth.

She discarded her boots, unbuckled her belt, and dressed out of her uniform. Elsa couldn't hop into the stall fast enough and as she turned the knob to let the water cascade down over her, she felt all her troubles melt away.

As soon as I catch that criminal, I can rest easy.

The image of Anna's fox-like grin and the sound of her laughter made Elsa's eyes snap open. The officer glared and grabbed the soap bar, scrubbing furiously at her skin. "I can't believe I let her get away so easily, I had her in my grasp if only I hadn't been distracted by her-"

The memory of the redhead's body underneath her hands flashed through her mind. Her fingers twitched as she recalled the way Anna had twisted and shifted beneath her gloves, slim torso and legs tensing.

Warmth bloomed on her cheeks. Elsa shivered despite the heat of the water. Then she remembered that Anna's body had been tensed because she had been ready to run at the slightest possible chance.

And run she did! Soon as I let her! Elsa growled and uncapped a shampoo bottle, threading her fingers through her hair. The more she remembered their previous encounter, the more frustrated she became. She huffed and turned off the shower, grabbing a nearby towel and wrapping it around herself.

The cold tiled floor alleviated the strange heat in her cheeks and she unlocked her bathroom door, intent on sleeping.

Only for all the heat to rush back to her face again when she saw who was sitting on her bed.

Dressed in a dark green hoodie with faded jeans and sneakers, Anna Anderson was idly swinging around a pair of handcuffs, an amused smile on her face. She blinked and looked up when Elsa re-entered her room.

Elsa gaped, paralyzed to the spot as she took in the sight of the thief she had been tracking for weeks, calmly sitting upon her bed.

The smile on Anna's face turned into a full-fledged grin. "Good evening Miss Arendelle, I assume you had a pleasant shower?" Teal eyes raked down her body and Elsa shivered, whether from the redhead's gaze or the cold she couldn't say.

"What are you doing in my house? In my room…on my bed…" The last detail sent a new wave of heat coursing through her and she swallowed thickly.

Anna laughed, eyes twinkling. "I knocked on your door, but you didn't answer so I just-" she threw the handcuffs in the air and then caught them, straightening them out "-let myself in."

Elsa tensed and took a step to the left. "You're breaking and entering," she said slowly, refusing to take her eyes off Anna. The redhead watched her with both eyebrows raised, pink lips curled at the corners.

"I am," she said, in a matter-of-fact voice. "It's what thieves do, you know? I assumed as an officer, you'd be aware of that Miss Arendelle."

"Of course I'm aware of that!" Elsa glared at her and continued along the wall, hoping she'd reached the flower vase on her dresser in time. Anna just kept smiling. "What I meant was, why are you here? In my room-"

"On your bed?" Anna interrupted with a purr. She batted her eyelashes and Elsa cursed the fact that she was only wearing a towel. It made her flushed skin easier to see.

Anna held up the handcuffs again. "Obviously, I've come to steal something of yours."

That stopped her. Elsa blinked and her brow furrowed in confusion. "What would you want from me? I don't have anything that you'd be interested in…"

Anna laughed and her eyes once again flicked up and down Elsa's body. "I beg to differ, there's plenty you can offer me."

Elsa stiffened and growled. "If you think for one second that I'm going to let you do what you're suggesting you have another thing-"

Anna held up a hand. Elsa paused.

"Let me rephrase my original statement. Rather than steal, let's just say I've come to take something of yours." Then, with that familiar fox-like grin, she threw the handcuffs to Elsa's feet.

The blonde stared at them, now even more befuddled than ever. "I'm sorry, I'm not sure I follow…"

Anna giggled and at last stood from the bed. With three quick strides, she was in front of Elsa in a flash, leaning over her shoulder and whispering into her ear, hot breath puffing against the sensitive outer shell.

"I've come to you with a proposition of sorts and it's your answer I'll be taking with me." Then she pulled back and Elsa's heart hammered in her chest when she saw the thief wink.

"Purely with your consent of course."

Elsa glanced from that roguish grin to the handcuffs at her feet. She inhaled shakily before meeting Anna's gaze.

Then spoke.