First Fanfic ever! Okay so I say gangster story, but if i think about it, its more like a mix of gangster and underworld melodrama if i want to be very precise. You'll see why as we go on with the story.

I do not own Frozen or any of its characters.

So, shall we begin?

It was a little after midnight when a black car pulled over to the patrol station. It stopped next to a gasoline pump, before two people got out, both putting on their hats and pulling their coats tighter. It was the middle of December; the weather was freezing, chilling wind roaring through the open space, daring anyone to step outside. A banal Christmas song could be heard from the speakers, trying with all its might to create a comfortable, warm atmosphere. It failed miserably against the ringing frost, which ruthlessly cut through the bones, sending violent shivers down the attendant's spine.

Mike quietly cursed at the sudden arrivals, his breath visible in the chilly air. It wasn't often to see anyone here at this time apart from Rick, the cashier and himself. He was just about to call his girlfriend on Skype and smoke a cigarette to kill his boredom. He reluctantly put his phone back into his pocket, slapped his snapback on his head, and got to work with a sigh. She's probably asleep already anyway, he thought, while walking up to the customers, with a forced smile on his face. Oh, he hated this job.

"Good evening!" He greeted. "Can I help you?"

"We got it, thank you." He heard a woman speak, while grabbing the fuel dispenser. The other one, a man turned over to him, and with a quick movement he shot him. Mike clutched to his chest at the sudden pain, surprise, then sheer despair showing in his eyes. He collapsed to the icy ground, painting the snow red with his blood. He grunted once, twice, and then went silent forever.

The cashier rushed out from the small building, alerted by the loud, unusual noise. "Is everything al…" He stopped short, like he was literally frozen, dread and fear evident on his face. "W-what have you done?!" He pointed at the dead with a shaking finger. No answer was given of course, both woman and man just looked at Rick with complete disinterest. The cashier tried to gather his thoughts, and moved to rush back to the building. I have to call the police, he thought, his mind working in slow motion. On the other side the woman clicked her tongue in disapproval, to which the man replied with a bored sigh, and shot the second guy in the back. He took a few steps to get closer to the man crawling on the ground, desperate to get out of reach. When he got close enough, he let out another bullet, this time in Rick's head. He never moved again.

The man looked back at his companion over his shoulder "Want a coffee?" She glanced at him for a second, then gave a short nod. "Sure." The man winked, and entered the building.

While he was fiddling with the coffee machine, she put the dispenser back to its place and closed the car's tank. She looked down at the two bodies in thought, not sure what to do with them. Before she could make a decision however, a quiet jingle sound signaled the return of her partner. He stepped next to the car, two coffee cups in his hands. "What?" He asked. She only shook her head, and sat inside the car, next to the driver seat. He shrugged and took his own place behind the wheel, handing the cup over to the woman. "Did you put sugar in it? She asked.

"No".

"Good."

After they left the station, the only sound that could be heard was yet another Christmas song, and the buzzing of Mike's phone, a Skype call awaiting an answer.

"I seriously have no idea Olaf, and I'm running out of time!" A young redhead slapped her palm to her forehead, when she heard her friend laughing through the phone. "It isn't funny, I'm getting desperate here!" She flung her legs over the coach, head hanging down from its side. She spent her whole evening in the huge, warm living room, lit by a fireplace, talking to her best friend. "Anna, I don't know either what could you possibly buy for your father, who happens to be the mayor of the city…"

The young woman let out an irritated growl. "Ugh, you're not helpful at all." He just laughed again. "Draw him something, like you used to." Anna could swear his tone couldn't be more mocking even if he tried to. "I'm not six anymore, you dingo!" Another laugh. His usually welcome cheerful attitude was really starting to piss her off. "You know what? I'll think about it alone." With that she hung up, and threw her phone away, wincing when it landed on the wooden floor instead of the carpet that she aimed for. She stared into the fireplace for a good five minutes with a frown. The signature cracking sounds, the flickering dance of red and orange, and the radiating heat slowly calmed her down. She pursed her lips when she realized how childish she was just now. Like she was six indeed. Who could blame her though? Christmas was important for her, one of the few times of the year when she got to spend some quality time together with her father. As the mayor he always had a lot of work to do, almost never getting the opportunity to even come home. As the years passed by like this, Anna had no choice but to accept it, that she's going to spend a lot of nights alone in the huge house. When she was younger, she often decided to play Home Alone, setting up different traps around the building, daring anyone to come and kidnap her. Not that it was necessary, there were a whole lot of bodyguards stationed everywhere. It was another thing she had to get used to: someone breathing over her neck all the time, having a pathetic excuse such as protecting her. As if she was in constant danger. She rolled her eyes at the thought. Her life was nothing but precisely planned, monotone and boring.

With a whimper she attempted to smoothly roll off the couch, which resulted in a loud thump. A bodyguard immediately rushed inside the room, opening his mouth to ask if she was all right, but he was cut off. "I'm absolutely fine, Joe." She jumped up on her feet to prove her point. "See? All good!" The large man gave her a nod, and left the room, all too obvious that he was still at the door, ready to pounce again. Anna suppressed an exasperated sigh; he was only doing his job after all. She turned to pick up her phone, and sent an apologizing text to Olaf. He answered almost right away.

It is totally fine, grumpy head. See you tomorrow!

The redhead smiled, and took off to the kitchen to make a cup of tea, Joe following her from a discrete distance. As she clicked the kettle on, she decided to watch a movie. It was quite late, but tomorrow was Saturday, all she had on her timetable was to go to her training in the afternoon with Olaf. She could be lazy and sleep until she wanted to in the morning. She smiled at the memory of the last time, when she really kicked the guy's ass. He was no doubt seeking revenge, if only for keeping his manly pride at least. She grinned wider. He is welcome to try! The kettle clicked again, and she moved to pour out the hot water into the cup. As she was digging through the box of tea collection, she heard an unusual sound. It was loud.

She spun around, alert, the cup dropping to the floor, breaking, and sprinkling the hot liquid on her naked toes. At the same time as she cursed at the sudden heat, her bodyguard rushed into the kitchen. "It's only water, don't worry!" She tried to calm him down, but she noticed something was off. "Joe?"

"Anna, you have to come with me now!" No more was said, he just grabbed her wrist, and was about to drag her out of the kitchen, when the redhead heard the same sound as before, this time from much closer. Like, right next to her.

All she noticed at first was the red liquid flying in every direction, splashing on the floor, the walls, and on her T-shirt. Next, she saw Joe collapsing on the floor, a gunshot right between his eyes. She started to scream but the sound was muffled by a cool hand on her mouth. "Shh." She heard a female voice. Her training kicked in, and with a few quick moves she broke free of her momentarily surprised captive. She bolted out of the kitchen, in the direction of the back door of the house. The other woman snapped out of it fast though, and immediately ran after the redhead. She could have expected that she learned how to defend herself. But that still won't be enough against her.

Anna had millions of questions rushing through her mind, but the priority was to escape. She ran as fast as she could through the long hallway that led to her destination. If she got out of the house she could… well she had no idea what to do really, but at least it would be dark outside, that she could use to hide somewhere. Maybe they just wanted to steal something, and they would leave her alone, she thought naively. She forced her brain to think coherently. She heard two gunshots, so with frigid mathematics, there should be three more guards alive somewhere, hopefully looking for her. All she had to do was find one of them. Joe had no chance against the woman sneaking up behind his back, while he was busy with a reluctant Anna. A pang of guilt flashed through her at the thought, but she quickly shook her head. Escape now. Guilt later. She heard another gunshot outside the house. That means the woman is not alone. For a mere second she considered staying in the house, but the sound of fast footsteps behind her reminded her that it wasn't an option. She just had to hope she could slip out unnoticed by the other one.

She almost reached the door, when something heavy clashed into her back, knocking her off her feet. Anna and her attacker ended up in a mess of tangled limbs on the floor. After a short-lived wrestling, the other woman proved to be stronger, giving the redhead a death grip. She turned them around, so the attacker was on top, fixing Anna on the ground under her. For the first time, the two women looked at each other. Anna's teal eyes met icy blue ones, and her face turned red immediately, which she blamed the adrenaline for. The woman on top of her had platinum blond, almost white hair, which she put into a strange braid under her gray hat. For a mere second surprise flashed through the attacker's face as well, before an expressionless mask took its rightful place again. She then stood up, pulling the redhead with her, never loosening the grip on her wrists. "Let me go!" Anna tried to fight again, but she only managed to hurt her own arms. She led them out through the back door, and jumped around immediately when she heard footsteps from the right. After a quick glance, she took out her gun and shot the guard. "No!" Anna screamed, before she was forced to go forward the main entrance, a black car waiting for them at the gate. Before the blond opened it, they heard one last shot, and soon after that a man appeared around the corner. He had cooper hair color, long sideburns, wore a similar hat like the woman did, but this one was black. As he came closer, Anna noted if they met under totally different circumstances, he would have found him rather attractive, but this time, she might as well just vomit in his face anytime.

"Everything is fine then I assume?" He asked, obviously not Anna but his companion.

She didn't answer though, just glared at the car in front of them, a bad feeling building up in her gut. Why, she could not explain.

"Elsa?" He ushered her to reply.

Anna spun her head around to look at the other woman, who did her best to avoid teal eyes. "Yes." She finally said, before tucking the young woman in her hold into the car's back seat. "Are you sure? The way you put her in there was oddly too gentle for your style."

"Shut up, Hans!" She hissed and sat into the car, slamming the door closed.

"That is more like it." He mumbled to himself, before following his partner, and they took off.

AN: There you go! Thank you for reading! I welcome every comment and opinion, just saying :)