Author's Note: I don't own the rights to any of Disney's characters. Welcome back to the comic book world of gods, mobsters, and super heroes, and I hope you all enjoy this continuation of Elsa, Anna, and Jasmine's story.

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So, I guess I'm a super hero now. I was really trying to avoid that after last year. Thank you so much, Jasmine. How the hell did I let you drag me into this? We're fighting giant monsters in the middle of the city, like we're in a fucking comic book. Speaking of, the big bastard charges at me, his cape flowing behind him with the effort of the attack. Of course, I've never been one to let a little drama stop me from a good murdering. I shoot him in the face.

He survives, because I'm not playing by normal rules anymore, now am I? God damn it, I miss the old days when I'd just break some shit with a baseball bat and then be handed an envelope full of hundreds. Now I have to deal with gods and super villains and it's just all a bit exhausting. "You think you can stop me?" he asks, brandishing his trident in as threatening a manner as one can manage to brandish a giant fork. What kind of fire monster even uses a trident anyway? Maybe it really is a fork. Is he the god of barbecues?

"Yeah, kinda do," I say, conjuring a volley of icicles which all begin to hurl themselves at him. I didn't say I hated my super powers, just that being a super hero was absurd. Being a god is great. "I don't know what you were thinking fucking with us."

The ice rains upon him, impaling him, ripping apart his cape, and sending his blood raining down upon the ground. 'Do you bleed?' indeed. Super heroes are so dumb.

"Jasmine, what the hell is wrong with you?'

She blinks, dropping her ice spear. "What do you mean?"

"You're the one that convinced us to do this. We just murdered some idiot in a cape, who had the power to control lava, this shit is ridiculous. Why did I let you talk me into being a super hero?"

She pouts, her lower lip protruding as she tugs at her cape. "It's fun."

"I guess it is," I admit, kicking his downed form in the face for good measure, "but what's the point? My day job at least accomplishes something: we own this town, we don't let criminals like this idiot happen anyway."

"I'm not an idiot," he grumbles, summoning a pool of lava beneath us.

I already stabbed, shot, and kicked him in the face, what does he want? I freeze over the lava as it appears and kick him in the nuts. "I'm not in this game for heroics. I'm no hero. I'm a mobster, a murderer, and you know that full well. I don't know how I let you talk me into this."

"But it's fun. And I love you. And you have to take care of me, I'm your pet."

I roll my eyes. She has a point, this is like taking her for a walk. What good owner doesn't walk their dog. "You're impossible." Rings of ice surround his limbs and a hungry snowman shows up to devour his head. I may not be that great at the heroics, but I'm pretty damn good at murder.

"I'll never let you defeat me." The snowman melts, as usual, why do I even bother, and lava sprays out from his body as it slowly encases him, covering him in a fiery shell that's just begging to be split open.

"Fire's my thing," Anna insists, stabbing him with a blade made of pure fire. I can say from personal experience that those things hurt, but as the god of the Northern Wind, I may be a bit biased against the heat.

He screams, sending out torrents of his scorching liquid in every direction. I make a shield of ice that steams as it deflects his attack, but reacts in no other way. Anna doesn't even bother with that, heat is nothing to her. Jasmine, on the other hand, has to run away from it. She's not as unkillable as us, and being based heavily around ice, lava is likely an even bigger problem for her than it is for me. Every shield she conjures is promptly disintegrated under the torrential spray. "We already won!" she insists. "Stop it."

"I'm taking you with me!" he shouts, lava spurting out of every pore, showering us with the disgusting fire. Seriously, this shit was inside of him. When I'm summoning a blizzard it's nothing like this, I don't let it spray out of me. That'd just be crass. "If I'm going to die, then I won't let you live!"

His head falls onto the cement as the magical sword gifted to me by Hera removes it cleanly from his body. I don't tend to bother with it, it's just unnecessary on top of my other powers, but it was made to kill a god, whatever he is shouldn't even be an issue. "Fuck off."

Jasmine screams, and Anna and I both turn to her. Apparently his last attack was worse than I'd expected. A blast of cold air emanates from me, trying to blow away whatever remains of his lava. "I've got you, Jasmine."

I thought I managed. I really hate being proven wrong. She collapses, wincing in pain as the lava eats through her chest. Despite this, she seems to still be standing there. There's two Jasmines. As much as I've always thought I'd enjoyed this, I had never planned on one being dead.

"Jasmine?" I ask.

"Oh no," Anna breathes.

"What?" she asks, looking behind her, to see her still form lying there. I've died before. It wasn't fun. Thanks, Anna. I'm still blaming you for that, even if it was just Notos's fault, it was your body, so it's your fault.

"It'll be okay," Anna insists. "We'll get this sorted out."

The winged lady seems to disagree. Some bitch shows up, in full armor, with wings stretching out for an absurd distance to either side. How long of wings does she need? "Fear not, brave warrior," she announces. "I've come to take you to where you belong. You shall join us in Asgard, you shall be an Einherjar, and take on Ragnarok with the greatest warriors this world has ever known."

"The hell she will," Anna says, snarling in fury at our new foe. I swear, super villains are like cockroaches. "You're not taking my pet!" She fires off a few rounds, but the interlopers armor deflects them.

"I understand your sorrow," she intones, taking Jasmine's hand.

"Wait!" the still living Jasmine shouts. "What are you doing? I'm not going anywhere."

"Come with me, bearer of Skaldi's blade. You have a greater purpose."

"I said you're not taking her!" Anna shouted, a flurry of fire raining down upon the winged woman.

She lifts up Jasmine, pulling her away from this plane, and begins soaring upward. "Farewell mortals, I shall see you in time."

Maybe we're a bit possessive, but Anna and I don't like our property being stolen from us. We both conjure the greatest that our powers can manage. Ice forms around the woman, soon joined by firey appendages, piercing her, burning her, freezing her, dragging her back to Earth by the tethers we gradually add. I hurl a javelin in her direction and it buries itself several inches into her abdomen before she turns to me, fury clear in her eyes and her sword in her hands.

Anna takes that moment to toss a fireball at the woman's face. She blocks it with the sword, the flames licking at her outfit as we both fire bullets and magic at her, raining attack after attack until she can't defend anymore.

I'm not sure when, but she must've dropped Jasmine as both of her hands are free. Another sword joins the first and she charges at me. I leap back, drawing my magical blade again and forming another weapon in my hand. I'm able to block her next attack, but my riposte is almost entirely dodged, only scraping her side.

Fortunately, Anna won't be ignored so easily. A massive axe appears in her hands and had manages to bury itself in the woman's back. Her eyes widen but promptly narrow again and seemed to go blank. She doesn't fall to the ground, instead merely fading from existence. That's a new trick.

"What the fuck?!" Anna screams, swiping at the air, trying to find our opponent.

"I think she's dead," I say.

"Who gives a fuck? She took our property and I'm going to rip her entrails out."

There's no one to murder or butcher. The woman who had tried to drag away Jasmine seems to be completely gone. What the hell was any of that? "I don't think she's here."

"Then I'll kill her again," she snarls.

We approach Jasmine's body. She doesn't have a pulse. There's no sign of breathing. I don't know what happened, but either the lava or that woman had gotten to her. Her body is as dead as could be. I'm a bit of an expert there. "Fuck," I mouth.

"When has death ever stopped us?" Anna asks. "I'll bring her back just like I did you."

"Anna –"

"She's ours!" she growls. "I don't care where she is, I don't care who we have to kill to get her back. We're not just going to abandon her!"

How could I argue with that? As weird as our relationship was – is, I love Jasmine. She's part of the family. We have to rescue her. "How do you propose we do that?"

"There has to be a way. There was one with you."
Bring one girl back from the dead and suddenly death is meaningless. What are we, super heroes? Oh, right. Well, if there's one person who would know – I rip the bracer off of Jasmine's wrist and strap it to my own. "Hey, Skaldi, you there?"

There's no response.

"Jasmine's dead. We don't like that. Want to help us bring her back?"

I knew you'd be the death of her. The voice doesn't seem to come from anywhere, it's just there in my head. How does she deal with that? I'm too busy with my own thoughts to have time for anyone else's.

"She's the one that insisted we fight this dick. It's not our fault."

She was your responsibility.

"Do you want to bring her back or not?"
"Is she even responding?" Anna asks.

I nod. How do you propose to do that?
"Do you know the way to –" I glance to Anna, this was never my area of expertise. It was really just the killing I was good at.

"Hel."

Of course I do. It doesn't mean you can enter.

"Well we're going to. Jasmine is important to us and we're not just going to leave her to die."

She's already dead.

"Don't care."

The voice pauses, it's presence pressing in on my consciousness as it considers the best course of action. I swear I'm going to break this bracelet. It's the worst. I get that it gives Jasmine super powers, but Skaldi is a bitch and I'd rather just let her die. Fine, it finally says. I'll help you.

"Good."

But we're doing this my way.

"Is your way murdering everyone and dragging Jasmine back to life? Because if not then I think we're going to have a bit of a disagreement there."

That suits me just fine. Anyone who would dare lay a hand on my wielder must pay. Jasmine shall live, whoever else must suffer.

"Good." Finally, a reason to put up with her. "My sentiments exactly."

Then I shall lend you my power.

"Don't really need it."

You think that Boreas is impressive? You can't even fathom the might of Skaldi. With my assistance, none will stand in our path. We shall carve a bloody swath through the forces of Hel and we shall bring back Jasmine. Swear this to me, and you shall know a power the likes of which thou hast never known.

All right, maybe she's not that bad. "Fine, I swear."

"Elsa?" Anna takes a hesitant step toward me.

The bracer bites into me, burning at my wrist, marking itself upon me. The deal is made. She shall be brought back and then we shall go our separate ways. Enjoy a taste of true power, thou wretched lesser god. What you've dealt with until now has been but a taste. I will give you everything you need to tear a swath through Hel and find our girl. Embrace it. Accept the pain.

I'm not ashamed to admit that I collapse. I'm a little more bothered by the crying, but it feels like I'm being skinned alive, ripped apart, and beaten to a bloody pulp, all at the same time. It could've lasted for anywhere between a second and a few years, but when it's finally done, my wrist burns where the bracer touches it and I can feel power swelling up within me. The cold almost burns. It's like nothing I have ever felt. If what was in me before was a flurry, then even a blizzard couldn't match this. The powers of Skaldi and Boreas joined inside of me to bring back one of the women I loved. Nothing can stand in my way. "Fuck yes," I mutter, feeling icicles in my veins, a blizzard in my brain, my body dropping to subzero. This is what I'd wanted. I wave my hands before me, causing everything in front of me for half a mile to turn to ice. My smirk engulfs me, this is perfect. "Nice."

Anna manages to sound unimpressed. "It tell you where we're going?"

"Not yet. So, Skaldi, GPS me."

If Jasmine didn't love you, then I would crush your puny brain.

"That's nice, where're we going?"

Very well. I shall lead the way, but thou wouldst best learn respect, or I shall make thee do so. If you think you've known pain then –

"Shut up. Jasmine's in danger and we have work to do."

Damn you, Elsa. I warned her about you.

"Hel. Where? How? Can Greek gods enter?"

With me attached to you, it shall be no problem. Perhaps your Notos shall even be able to accompany you.

"How?" I repeat. Why are gods always so difficult? I'm so glad that Boreas doesn't talk to me. Notos was bad enough, what with the whole murdering me and everything. Fuck, I wouldn't mind going back to Hades and killing him again, I still can't believe he possessed Anna like that. I wonder if we'll see him on the way.

I'll guide you. Promise me that no harm shall befall her. She must live. She deserves to live.

Here, we can finally agree. "I love Jasmine, you know that. I won't let anyone hurt her, and I sure as hell won't let her die."

Very well. Then follow me.

No figure appears to guide me, it's nothing so simple as that. Instead, an overpowering urge to head in a direction began to tug at me, pulling me toward a section of the city I'd otherwise have no business in. It leads me toward an alley, toward a cut off section there, between two unused buildings. I can feel power, fear, cold coming from it. It feels unearthly, but that describes everything I've dealt with recently and doesn't begin to cover what comes from this. It's like a hole in reality. The very air around it feels wrong to breathe. It's like we were intruding in an area in which we not only didn't belong, but couldn't even fathom. By her expression, I see that Anna feels it too. We're not welcome here. This is a different pantheon, a different world. We're not returning to Hades, we're intruding upon a world that has no place for us and that will do everything in its power to fight us. Sounds like fun.

"This is it?" she asks.

"Skaldi seems to think so. If we go through here then we can find Jasmine."

It won't be that simple. I can but take you to Hel's doors, you'll have to make your way to our fallen companion, to my wielder, to Jasmine.

"That's fine by me," I say. "What do we need to do?"

You have but to enter. There is no ward here. There's no need. Those who are not welcome shall fall and join its masses. Even your gods mean nothing here. I've no loyalty to Hel, but thou must know that none may overcome her.

"I think we have an invitation," I explain. "Something about horror and awfulness and Jasmine being stuck down there until we rescue her. Ready to go to the afterlife again? I haven't died in over a year, could be fun to see it again."

"Sounds like a date," Anna replies, her hands moving rapidly about her, preparing some sort of flame-ridden countermeasure. I don't tend to bother with that sort of thing beyond my armor. I guess that's why she's now the only one of us who hasn't died.

"Should be fun. Maybe we'll finally have something more interesting to fight than crazy people in tights."

"Oh, good. I was so tired of them." She snaps the clasp on her cape, letting the smooth piece of red velvet fall to the ground. "Are you ready?"

"To enter the underworld? Why wouldn't I be?" My hand subconsciously grasps the hilt of my sword. I'm not scared. I'm not even being cautious. A god-killing sword is just a good idea to have in this circumstance.

Anna squeezes my hand, offering me a smirk as I glance at her. "Let's do this. We're not going to just let our puppy suffer when we can do something, are we? Time to go."

There's no more delaying it. Anna's right. Who knows what would happen to Jasmine if we do nothing? We have to go. We'll rescue her, just like Anna did for me. No matter what we face on the way, nothing will stop us. We'll find our pet, our friend, our partner. None will stand in our way. Without a word, in the same instant, we both take a step forward, and the world we knew vanishes behind us. In its stead, a land of wind, ice, and spirit throws itself upon us.

As we make our way through the gate on the other side, it closes behind us. We're trapped here, at least until we find a way out. Before that, we have to find Jasmine, so who gives a fuck what else we need to do?

We can feel the pain of those who have entered, and there's even a line of those who have yet to do so. We ignore them and charge past, making our way across a bridge that towers over an empty chasm. Whoever is in charge here clearly knows how to manage their aesthetic.

I draw my sword. No one is going to stop us, not even Hel herself. We continue on our path, ready for any obstacle that may rear its head. We will find Jasmine and we will bring her back home where she belongs. No one will stop us, no matter what.

With Anna at my side, it's a very different trip from my last time in the underworld. I know we can do this. I know we can rescue her. "Let's go," she says, gesturing down a long foreboding path.

So be it. We're in Hell. We'll find her. That's just what we do. And we'll kill anyone who gets in our way.