Hello my dearies!

Boy this has been a long time coming, I honestly thought I updated this more recently than bloody frikken February! So I spent everyday since being back on Monday to bring you this chapter.

I had a lot of fun with this one and I hope ya'll enjoy it too!

Enjoy!

P.S. I am not American (duh) so when I talk measurements I mostly mean none American things...so they talk about temperature in the start...that's Celsius...savvy?

Elsa felt cold. Not the type of cold she could fight away with a jacket. It was cold in her bones. The type of cold you get when you're sick, but she felt fine, just cold.

"Ugh can someone turn up the heat? I'm freezing my ass off," Elsa grumbled as she curled up in her seat. The car was still moving so she must have just taken a quick five minute power nap.

"Elsa it's like a toasty twenty seven degrees, how are you cold?" Kristoff's voice beside her huffed.

Elsa stretched and yawned before opening her eyes. They were just about to pull into their street. Ah home, she was kind of hungry. Hungry and cold, this was a travesty.

"I don't know dude, I'm just cold, maybe I'm getting sick, all these late night visits to the forest might have been bad for me," Elsa shrugs as they pull into the driveway. She heard a small whimper from Anna behind them.

"It won't stop me from doing it, a cold never bothered me anyway," Elsa grinned.

"Stubborn as always," Kristoff sighed as they got out.

"That's me!" Elsa grinned before shivering, "ugh, okay, I'm going to go fight this before it worsens, I'll see you two maybe later," Elsa added as she waved to them before heading home.

Once inside she headed for her room after greeting her parents. Elsa rummaged through her closet and pulled on her warmest jacket. That seemed to help a little. Next she went to the kitchen and made herself some herbal tea.

"Feeling alright Elsa dear?" Her mother asked looking over her shoulder at the contents of her mug.

"Yea might be getting a cold, just want to get ahead of it, no problem," Elsa smiled to her mother.

"It's because he took you out into the woods!" Her father huffed from his seat at the kitchen island.

"Dad, I'm sure it's nothing, I'm just feeling really cold," Elsa reassures him and kisses his cheek after finishing making her tea.

"Well best drink up then. You know what they say? Feed a fever, starve a cold," her father says.

"I thought it was feed a cold, starve a fever," her mother hummed. Silence fell as they all thought about it.

"Iduna is correct."

They all jumped at the voice of Frederick.

"Hey Grandpa!" Elsa greeted and the older man ruffled her hair, smiling to her.

"I'm sure it's nothing serious, we Arendelle's don't get sick often," he grinned.

"But if it does turn out to be a cold or the flu, I'm taking you to the doctors Elsa," her father said. Elsa could see her grandpa roll his eyes as she sipped her tea.

"How is the girl supposed to build up her immune system when you rely on medicine to fight for you?" He grumbled.

Elsa quickly excused herself before she was in the middle of another argument involving the use of man-made medicine as opposed to toughing it out or herbal remedies. That was the longest winter break of her life. True she's never really had a cold since she was 12 because of it.

Humming to herself, Elsa sets out to do her homework and maybe get some sketching done. With her new found speed and seemingly strength she had stuff to add to her comic. Although as she placed her school books away her attention turned to the book her grandfather gave her.

Elsa hummed in thought before pulling it onto her desk to rest beside her laptop as she opened it. She typed in her family name and scrolled past a few we pages that were not of use before deciding to look into a website that held their small towns history.

She looked through news headlines from the oldest time back. Sure it was written a few hundred years later, by simple retelling through family, but it was interesting none the less. As she looked at the old sketches of people and happenings, Elsa can't help but remember her grandmother showing her a scrap book of sorts with their family tree and legacy.

Her attention draws to the book next to her. This was not that book. This was simply about things that go bump in the night. A handbook if she were to be honest. Maybe her grandpa didn't know where the original books were that they kept.

"If I were old family stuff where would I be?" Elsa asked herself as she stretched back. Her eyes were drawn to the posters on her ceiling.

The attic! Duh!

Elsa made her way to the hallway and pulled on the string to open the attic hatch. She jumped out the way as the ladder dropped out and then coughed at the dust that fell. She waved the dust away before ascending the stairs and into the dark upper floor.

Well it was supposed to be dark but she found she could see just fine. Strange.

She shook her head and made her way to the book section. Her grandma used to keep everything in such a way that everything was easy to locate. She suspects they spent a lot of 'secret' time up here during their hunting years. She missed her grandma.

Shaking her head Elsa started looking over the spines of the books.

Romance.

Romance.

Spider web.

Romance.

How to make home-made bombs.

How to make traps.

Spider.

Wait spider?

"Holy shit!" Elsa jumped back from the arachnid and managed to push over a few boxes.

She cursed and hissed as a dust cloud obscured her vision. She coughed and waved the dust away. Her eyes were watering slightly, but she perked at the books that feel from one of the boxes.

Most were undoubtedly old and had paper peeling from them. They looked handmade and ranged from super old to almost new. If she wasn't trying to not suffocate from the dust she'd cheer.

Elsa grabbed the oldest looking book and sat down on the ground to look through it. She carefully and delicately turned the pages. Yep she found what she was looking for.

There were clippings from old newspapers and sketches strewn about the neatly hand written texts. She was glad she decided to learn Norwegian, because these were not in English.

They seem to date to the towns founding. There was something about a magical pull and that it was a hot spot for the supernatural. All though the person writing this journal called them demons and they believed the hot spot was a door to hell. Ah the times people associated the weird to the devil.

She's glad her family was considered Atheist. Hard to trust there was an all seeing being watching over them and then go and kill things you deemed wrong.

Elsa looks to the side, tearing her attention away from the neatly scrawled words. She's sure she offended a few million people right now.

"Elsa, are you up here?"

Elsa turned her attention to the voice of her grandpa as his head emerged from the opened hatch. When he turned his attention into her direction while entering into the space he stumbled back onto the other side of the hole.

"Child, why are your eyes glowing like that?" He hissed and Elsa could only tilt her head.

He reached above himself and pulled a string to switch on the light. It was bright and Elsa had to blink a few times before everything was fine again.

"I'm sorry grandpa, but I think I got more than one power out of that vile you gave me," Elsa said as she watched him move to sit beside her.

"Do explain," he prompted.

"Well today at school, I had really good reflexes in catching stuff I wasn't paying attention for and I popped a football with my bare hands!" She said and he hummed.

"And now with you reading in the dark, I'd say you're right. This is strange, no one has ever gotten more than one before," he said more to himself.

"What was in that vile?" Elsa asked and he stared at her for a long time before his eyes went to the books she was surrounded by.

"I think you'll find your answers in there, it might also explain why. Also you might also find out some stuff about your other grandparents," he said and pulled a box closer to himself. Elsa frowned and watched him dig threw it before handing her a book. Also old but in more organized. There were no pages peeling out or slightly teared.

"But they passed away before I was born," Elsa said as she took the book.

"Your mother never showed a desire to look into the boxes she received from them after they passed away, but your grandma and I did. Sure it was an invasion of privacy but your mother forgave us after a while. Turns out they were also in the business of the supernatural," he said and Elsa blinked. She opened the book and shook her head.

"Hold on this says care of magical creatures," Elsa read. She was confused.

"They were the opposite from us, they were trying to treat these things as we would anything else. Animals, pets, different types of people. It was safe to say we would not have seen eye to eye if they were around when your parents met," he says and Elsa feels her heart ache.

It now made sense to her why she didn't have the desire to fight these creatures. She was more like the other half of her family. She wanted to live with them, not against them.

Elsa looked to her grandpa as he looked through the book she had first. There was no way she could tell him that. It would break his heart and that was the last thing she wanted.

"I think I'll take these books down to my room and look into them," Elsa says as she closed the book in her hands. He looked up and around before smiling to her.

"You know, I have some free time on my hands. I could turn this dusty old attic into a base for you. It won't be as big and full of the things you need, but it's a start," he grinned.

Elsa smiled and nodded. That did sound like a really cool idea. Her won space to do this freely without her parents poking around. Her father would not approve and her mother would let her do it out of spite from her father. They had a weird relationship, but they loved one another and that's wall that mattered.

It did give her peace of mind that two people so different could make it work. It gave her hope for someone like her and Anna. Elsa blushes lightly. She should really stop these thoughts. She and Anna were just friends.

Her fingers travel of the words on the book.

She should figure herself out first before thinking about any relationships. She had two opposing family sides to sift through and she'd be damned if she didn't give each side a fair chance. Keeping people save was good, but learning to co-exist with others was also good.

Elsa could feel the weight of the world start to rest on her shoulders. She didn't want to disappoint her grandfather, but she also didn't want to lose her best friends.

She'd find a middle ground. Keep everyone happy and alive. Her father is right. Violence is never the answer.

"We should head back down before your father comes looking. I bet your mother needs some help with dinner?" Frederick smiled and Elsa nodded. She grabbed the first book of each family side, she'd compare them. Follow both at the same time to see how things developed till present day.

"I should really start helping her more, I like to cook," Elsa smiled as they headed down to the main house. Before heading to the kitchen she dropped the books off in her room. She was feeling rather hungry.

After cooking and spending more than enough time in her family dinner squabble, Elsa was happy to be in her room. One thing with dinner was that she couldn't escape the conversation when it turned into an argument.

Sorry, a disagreement as her father said. No need to argue and get angry when you can talk it out like sensible adults. That's what her father always said and she guesses it does help to view it like such. Less shouting and nothing was thrown so, a win in her books, compared to the food fight at school.

Elsa felt a little strange. She was still somewhat hungry, but just the thought of more food made her want to vomit. She craved something, but she wasn't sure what. Her brain went through all the options of her favourite snacks, but nothing was appealing to her.

Her attention dragged away as her phone buzzed. Anna's name popped up with a text asking her if she wanted to join her in the forest. She was scared to signal with a howl later, fearing she would totally be hunted. Elsa smiled and texted her that she'd meet her there in a short few hours.

In the meantime she kept herself busy with the books. She needed to stay awake after all. It was interesting to read. She did think it might be a bot boring, but it turned out to be full of information that the internet could not provide her.

The Arendelle's, the hunters, settled in their little town since it founded. Whereas the Strøm's, the carers, lived in the next town over. The Arendelle's had a habit of traveling after big sightings. Whereas the Strøm's hardly left.

Elsa compared the town layouts of her family's and found that, indeed the house they were currently in had been there since the start. But it looked nothing like they schematics. She would probably find out why after some more reading, but she guesses as times changed they had to adapt.

The Strøm house on the other hand was secluded from the town and looked more like a farm. She guesses that made sense. One family was killing the creatures and the other was observing and caring for them.

Elsa briefly wonders if the house was still in their name. Surely her mother inherited the estate. She guesses she'd had have to find out seeing as the books she grabbed were only of the first generation. Well the first generation that could write that is. She was still basically busy with the re-caps of the family start-ups. There was a lot of information she needed to absorb that was cramped into these books of the first hundred or so years.

There were also a lot of family members. Seems that when there was a female born the family would try till there was a son to keep the family name going. That made sense, in times like that it was common for families to keep trying for a boy, back then it was only men that could carry the family name.

Elsa was glad she lived in modern times where your last name did not rule your gender importance anymore.

A ping from her phone showed another text from Anna saying she would be leaving for the woods in a minute. Time sure flies when you're having fun!

Elsa smiled and decided to test something. She sneaked out her window this time instead of heading downstairs to the back door. She landed rather gracefully on her toes, a tiny electric shock rippled through her, but she guesses if she were still normal she'd have broken something.

The blonde happily made her way to the woods and got tackled by a very happy copper wolf. Elsa giggled and ruffled the girl's fur, hugging her. It had been way too long since they met up like this.

Anna licked her cheek and wagged her tail excitedly before giving a happy bark. Elsa watched her disappear into the woods. The blonde took this time to look around. Everything was brighter, not like she was in daylight or anything, just easier to see, not as dark.

She took note of the trees and grass and flowers. She studied the blanket she was on and the basket Anna always had there with goodies to eat and drink. She tilted her head and switched off the dim light. Nothing changed of what she could see.

Humming to herself she picked out a chocolate and let it melt in her mouth as she listened to the sounds of the night. She slowed her breathing as she started to hear more than she normally did. After a while of concentrating she could practically hear Anna running around.

She listened till the girls running and panting stopped just behind the tree line. Elsa could hear her bones pop and break as she undoubtedly turned back into her human form. Then there was the shuffling of cloths.

"Whoa, Elsa your eyes are glowing," Anna said as she entered into the clearing space. Aw fiddlesticks! Elsa couldn't control her eyes glowing!

"There is something I should tell you," Elsa chuckled nervously as she rubbed her neck.

"If it's why at school today you were all weird? Please tell me, I worry," Anna said with a soft whimper as she knelt down in front of the older girl.

"Well my grandpa gave me this thing to drink. He said it's tradition and it'll enhance one thing about me to help me with hunting. It's why he's so strong," Elsa said.

"Like a potion?" Anna asked and Elsa nodded. That made more sense.

"Oh thank goodness, I thought something bad happened," Anna sighed in relief. She smiled wide and gave Elsa a hug. A normal, everyday hug. But Elsa felt strange.

Her eyes fluttered closed as she turned her head into the girl's neck. Absently she took in a deep breath. Anna's scent was giving her goosebumps and it felt like her body was on fire at the same time. That desire or hunger for something came back stronger than ever.

"Ow!" Anna yelped and pulled back. Her hand was at her neck and when she pulled it away there were drops of blood.

"Y-you bit me," Anna said softly. Elsa covered her mouth as she stared in horror. Running her tongue over her teeth made her gasp. Her canines were more like fangs and she could taste blood.

Elsa expected to be disgusted by the taste of metal in her mouth, but she found that she actually enjoyed it. It scared her that it seemed to satisfy her hunger.

"Anna I am so sorry, I don't know what came over me, I think something is very wrong," Elsa said as she reached to the werewolf. Anna gasped at seeing her fangs and pulled out of her reach. That made Elsa's heart hurt.

"Vampire," Anna whispered.

"I'm not a vampire Anna, I swear," Elsa said. She didn't feel like a vampire, but then again she's not sure how a vampire should feel.

Anna stared at her for a long time before hesitantly moving closer. Elsa watched her nose twitch as she took in her scent.

"You don't…smell like a vampire," the redhead said softly.

"I'm sorry Anna, truly, I'm still looking into the hunters, there must be a reason for this," Elsa tried to explain. Anna still looked at her with fear and worry.

"I would never hurt you or anyone you know that," Elsa whispered. She just really wanted to hug the werewolf again.

"I-I know…just, caught me off guard I guess," Anna said as she looked down.

"C-can I have another hug? I promise not to bite you again," Elsa chuckled nervously. Anna's lip twitched into a smile before she took a deep breath and nodded.

The two hugged once more and Elsa tried her best not to bite her again. She really wanted another taste of the girl's blood.

"I think we should call it a night," Elsa whispered as they pulled away. Anna nodded and they headed back to their homes in silence. Tomorrow was a new day.

Well then...thoughts?

Kudos to those that guessed vampire (but there is a twist! but ya'll learn this with her)

Reviews are welcome! Please!

I hope o see ya'll soon!

X3