S.H.I.E.L.D. Cold Storage Facility, "The Fridge" (Location classified), May 23rd, 2012

Grant Ward stalked through the previously thought impregnable Fridge, frowning.

HYDRA may have destroyed S.H.I.E.L.D., and he might've had a big part in ensuring the operation's success, but he didn't exactly feel happy, considering he'd had to doom two of his former teammates to their underwater graves. They were obstacles, yes, but also friends, good people caught on the wrong side of the decades old conflict. It was a shame his directives hadn't included converting them to the HYDRA banner.

Not that he would've had much success when Captain America's number one fanboy led the team, but oh, well.

In any case, the deed was done. He was firmly HYDRA, currently under orders to plunder the Fridge. Most of the heavy machinery and powerful weapons had already been secured, but there was one he was more than a little curious about still at the site, down at the reactor level.

Kind of weird, holding a weapon next to the reactor, but hey. He didn't design the base.

The long elevator ride down only served to make him shiver. The temperature descended drastically the more he descended, to the point he actually had to rub his arms for circulation.

The reactor level was all frozen pipes and frosted stone walls. Emergency lighting was the only thing impeding total darkness, a faint red glow making everything seem twice as sinister. If he hadn't been a hardened killer, he might've fallen for the scenery, but he only had a mind for locating his objective.

When he finally exited the narrow hallway into the equally small reactor room, he frowned; it was a thick metal case about the size of a sarcophagus, frozen shut. He'd been expecting some sort of vault, and the reactor itself was conspicuously absent from the hall. The cables and pipes all emanated from the sarcophagus, making it seem as if the thing actually powered the place. A digital pad was next to the metallic object.

He walked up to it, his teeth chattering slightly. Once at the pad, he input the universal HYDRA override code, which the pad accepted. There were only two options on the display: status, and open.

The double agent chose open.

A powerful gust of freezing wind broke free when the heavy door opened, revealing...a woman. Young, pale as snow, and beautiful beyond anyone he'd ever seen, the platinum blonde, freckled girl was clothed only in a skin-tight black bodysuit, hooked up to the sarcophagus itself, pumping...something, whatever it was, outward.

Crap, he thought. The Fridge's source of power wasn't a machine. It was a person, and an Enhanced one at that.

Ward hurried to close it up, the heavy titanium lid moving closely. And then, it stopped, only it wasn't closed, instead getting covered with frost, the hinges frozen in place. Ward did the only logical thing, given his training: pull out his gun, and run the hell away, preferably into cover.

He was too slow.

Snowflakes started appearing in mid air, the metal door slowly opening and pushing them around softly. The cables and IVs hooked up to the woman froze, breaking off as she stepped down slowly. Her eyes were open now, her irises glowing blue with the power of frost.

Project Centipede had cooked up some scary crap. This...was another level entirely. The Enhanced walked toward him, and for the first time in a very long while, Grant feared for his life.

He wasn't HYDRA just because, however.

Grant shot his handgun thrice at the slowly advancing figure, and his aim proved true once more. Blood spilled from the wounds, two in her chest, and another in her abdomen. The woman grunted in pain, but it did not stop her for long. The crackles and pops of ice complemented the spread of a sort of frost scab over the bullet holes, which immediately filled, the frost falling off to reveal deep blue patches of otherwise flawless skin.

The traitor kept shooting until the clip was empty, only to find the same result. Blood covered her bodysuit, and left a trail behind her with each slow step she took, but her injuries healed in seconds. Ward knew a lost cause when he saw one, and so he turned tail and ran.

Of course, the woman wasn't done with him yet.

A gust of frigid air and glowing snow ran past him, then struck the floor in front of him, a thick wall of clear ice sprouting out of nowhere, filling the archway and trapping him. Too thick to punch or kick through, Ward was left with little choice but to get rid of its source.

The former agent charged the enhanced, but the woman was unimpressed. She shot another blast of frost before him, sprouting a second wall, trapping him between two walls of ice, and another two made of concrete.

"You have wounded me for the last time." -she said darkly.

Grant did not recognize the language, but he knew that tone. It was a threat, and one she seemed intent to go through with.

"Listen: even if you kill me, about thirty men are between you and freedom. You heal quick, but you're not gonna make it, trust me."

The woman snorted. "Why would I trust you? You have tried to kill me." -she asked, in heavily accented english.

Ward dropped his empty gun. "What would you have done if someone came at you with ice shooting from her hands?"

"I did not just shoot. You shoot, and I shoot back. You lie." -she said, her hands tightened into fists.

The agent scowled lightly. "Just, put the ice walls down, and we'll talk, ok?"

She narrowed her eyes, but the walls remained intact. "Where is Anna?"

Ward frowned. "Who the hell is Anna?"

She growled, making a crushing gesture with her frost-wreathed hand. The walls came closer together, and Ward tried pushing them apart frantically. "Anna is my sister. She was frozen, and your people, the S.H.I.E.L.D. people, took her. I want her back."

The traitor grit his teeth. "I don't know anything about your Anna! I'm not with S.H.I.E.L.D., not anymore!"

The woman cocked her head. "You abandoned them?"

Ward nodded nervously. "I betrayed them...I'm HYDRA, I'm on your side." -he said hopefully.

She looked away for a second, and Grant Ward felt that maybe, just maybe, he'd come out of this alright.

The woman disagreed.

The walls sprouted spikes, like medieval iron maidens, and slowly ground together. Ward's eyes widened, but he did not scream. He would not give his killer that pleasure. The woman did not, in truth, care. Elsa of Arendelle did not care about much anymore. Only Anna mattered, and she would find her, no matter how many traitors and murderers the world threw at her.

As the Ice Queen walked past the frozen, pierced body of the traitorous Grant Ward, she covered her body in icy armor. He did, after all, mention there were more of his kind around...

I'm not sure what kind of story you guys expected, but this is the one you get! Dark Elsa's not just an excuse for me to murder one of my least favorite characters in the MCU, she's meant to be a villain with a heart of gold. She loves her sister, more than anything or anyone else in the world, and she would do whatever it takes to get her back. Let's hope the Avengers are prepared...until next chapter!