Elsa's gaze was momentarily stunned by the straight-up refusal, but she quickly regained her composure, the surprise vanishing behind a thin smile. "Really? And why is that? I thought we had a deal~"
Her voice had that syrupy lilt again, smooth and pleasant but laced with something bitter underneath. ewwwwww... who likes her again?????
"Well, it's because of your intentions afterwards. Usually in these situations, private information is delivered, you know, in private, but you just told the entire room about it. And you don't seem to care, not one bit about it, even if a random person has this knowledge. So there is only one conclusion we can get from this, isn't that right, Rom? Care to tell us?" I tilted my head, giving off a smile, as I gestured to the giant.
Rom didn't answer right away. His gaze was fixed on Elsa, brows furrowing deeper as his mind worked it out. "...You don't plan on letting anyone leave this room alive," Rom finally said.
He pulled Felt closer, inching the two of them toward the doorway, away from Elsa."That's why you didn't care about revealing who you work for. You were never planning on walking away quietly. You were just going to clean up afterwards, making sure no one could talk ever again."
I gave a confident smile, "Well done, Rom, now... with that out of the way. what are you going to say, miss little blacky?" I said teasingly, a tone not fit for the situation I'm in... but with infinite retries, there isn't much reason to worry.
Elsa let out a soft, amused sigh. "You're very clever. Quite clever indeed," she said, genuinely impressed, not even a hint of irritation in her voice."You knew for most of the conversation too~ I realise that now, but. I was hoping you'd just tell me what I wanted to know. I could've tortured it out of you later, but I really don't like being distracted by little things like 'Did they ever actually answer my questions?' Too bad. I'll have to go through it the hard way."
She shifted her weight slightly, the glint of her blade now fully visible. A subtle but natural motion.
"Still," she continued, smile widening, "I do have a job to finish."
Rom stepped further back, positioning Felt behind him fully now, his hand reaching under the table, grabbing his weapon.
Well, I guess we're getting started then. how sad, I wanted to fuck around some more... guess i- oh... My thoughts halted mid-track as something flickered past the window. A flash of long, flowing white hair.
"Hey... could you wait for a moment?" I asked casually, stepping slightly between Elsa and the others. "I feel like this all got off on the wrong foot. So, how about I introduce a friend of mine? Meet—"
The door slammed open with a loud crack, splinters flying as wood groaned under the force of impact.
Elsa's gaze snapped toward it instantly, her body shifting with predator-like readiness, heavily on guard. blade raising just an inch, enough to kill if needed.
Standing in the doorway, framed by the fading glow of evening light, was a girl with silver hair cascading down like a waterfall and pointed ears peeking through the strands. Her violet eyes swept the room cautiously... then locked onto the black bit- Elsa...
It was best girl. Emilia. (To some, atleast. To others, the main reason their blood pressure spiked during season two, as in the wise words of Subaru, "Hah, I do love waking up to the sounds of someone else suffering.")
"...Emilia," I finished, smiling.
Without a word, she raised her hand, ice crystals forming in the air with a sharp hum, aimed straight at Elsa.
"Stay where you are," she warned, calm but firm. "Or I'll stop you myself."
Floating in behind her, a tiny -, but don't tell him that, or he will put me in the meat grinder - white cat spirit lazily spun through the air, arms crossed like he owned the place. "You'd better listen to my daughter, or else." His voice was smug as more crystals shimmered into existence around them.
Elsa didn't move at first, but the air around her pulled taut, like a blade just before it swings. "I see," she murmured, glancing between Emilia and me. Then she started to laugh.
"That's amazing! You were lying to me the entire time, and I never even caught on! How delightful. I can't wait to see what colour your guts are!" Her voice dripped with excitement as she drew another dagger from her waist, twin blades now glinting in the fading light.
Then, she vanished.
The wind stirred violently as she launched forward, aiming straight for the father-daughter pair, but before she could get close, the floating ice crystals fired off in rapid succession like icy missiles.
She weaved through them gracefully, twisting in midair. One step landed her sideways on the wall, the next launching her to the opposite one. She zigzagged like a blur, narrowly avoiding the onslaught of magic.
She came down in a deadly arc, blades raised for a killing strike—only to slam into a thick wall of ice.
"Let me give you a heads up," the floating cat said coldly, all smugness gone from his face. His tone dropped into something dangerous. "Threatening my daughter? That's a really bad idea. And I don't let people get away with bad ideas."
Elsa gritted her teeth as her strike bounced off the shield. But before she could pivot
Rom roared, swinging his massive club in from the side. She twisted midair, barely avoiding a direct hit, and sliced into the weapon with a clean, effortless swipe. The thick wood split almost cleanly, and Rom staggered back, eyes wide.
"Tch. She's fast," Rom growled, gripping the broken handle.
Without a weapon, he backed off a few steps, his eyes scanning the room. His gaze flicked toward the walls, where all kinds of items (most of them stolen) were displayed. Among the clutter, a few weapons caught his eye, faintly under the dim light. He bolted toward them.
Meanwhile, Elsa crouched low again, blades drawn, gaze flicking over me. I readied myself, weapon in hand, eyes tracking every twitch of her muscles, every subtle shift in posture. I was ready to intercept.
Then I saw it,
A slight adjustment in her stance.
Shit.
She wasn't aiming for me.
I realised it just a second too late. Her real target wasn't the yapper (me), but it was Felt instead.
Why? Fuck if I knew. But Felt wasn't fully on guard. She'd relaxed slightly, tucked behind Rom and me, out of direct focus.
"Felt, watch ou-" fuck
Too late. Elsa blurred - vanishing from her crouch and launching like a bullet.Without her locked onto me, it was harder to read her exact movement. Harder to intercept. The advantage of prediction died with that shift in focus.
Felt blinked in surprise, eyes wide, and by the time she even registered danger, Elsa was already bouncing off the wall, fangs bared, careening toward her like a black meteor.
Overwhelming shock and fear froze her in place as twin blades sliced the air toward her neck with terrifying precision.
Time slowed. My thoughts raced.
No time for a perfect plan.
I launched forward, pivoting off instinct, and with all my strength, I hurled one of my blades at where Elsa's head would be just a second later.
The blade spun through the air with pinpoint precision, a silver streak flying toward Elsa's skull.
She caught it in the corner of her eye, and her gaze widened, but just barely. Even if it may not kill her, it will definitely put her out of commission for a bit.
So she changed course.
Her trajectory warped mid-air, and the twin blades meant for Felt's neck veered sideways with a screech of metal. With a sharp twist, she brought one up, intercepting my flying weapon in a burst of sparks, steel-on-steel.
The force of the deflection and her already weak stance knocked her off balance. She landed hard, boots skidding across the wooden floor, carving deep gouges as she struggled to regain footing.
WACK!
A chunk of ice in the shape of a crystal, roughly the size of a melon, slammed into her side with a brutal crack, smashing her clean into the wall. The impact was loud enough to rattle the shelves, leaving a spiderweb of cracks in the stone behind her.
Floating just above Emilia's shoulder, Puck narrowed his eyes.
"Honestly, turning your back in the middle of a fight? You're not as professional as you pretend to be."
He wagged a tiny paw like a disappointed parent, but the swirling ice gathering behind him betrayed the threat.
"Let your guard down again, and next time, I won't just aim for the ribs."
But as the mist from the impact cleared, we could see that her cloak was gone, but Elsa herself was still standing. Relatively unharmed. I say relatively because, y'know... getting launched into a stone wall still hurts.
She rolled her shoulder with a light wince, then gave a low, amused chuckle. "You three are more troublesome than I expected." a small droplet of blood fell from the back of her head, but her same damn grin was stil plastared on her face. Like she was enjoying this. which... we already knew.
Before she could say another word-
Crack!
A streak of ice surged from Emilia's hand, sharp and glinting like a spear, and Puck followed it up with a barrage of jagged shards that formed mid-air in a blink.
Elsa didn't have time to smile anymore. She blurred, moving like a shadow weaving between the incoming ice. It was hard to tell where she ended and the shards began.
The clash turned brutal, fast. Glass-sharp ice and glinting steel crashed through the small room in rapid succession - windows shattered, walls cracked, the air itself turned sharp.
The same exact scenario as the last loop. The same exact 2v1.
They'll be busy for a while, I thought, turning my attention back to Felt. I still needed her to fetch the MVP of this whole mess. (My husbando.)
She was still catching her breath, her face pale but steadier now. After a second, she whispered, "T-thanks for saving me back there. Really… thanks."
I gently held her arm, keeping her from moving too quickly. She was still shaking a bit. Staring death in the face tends to do that.
"It's fine. Are you okay?"
She took a couple of deep breaths, then gave a shaky nod. "Yeah… yeah, I'm fine now."
"Good. Okay, if you wanna thank me for real, help me out. This fight? It's not for you. You're fast, but you're not made for head-on stuff like this. You're more the ambusher type, right?"
Felt blinked, a little caught off guard, but I kept going.
"So here's the plan: you run out the door and find help. There's a guy with red hair, Reinhard. You'll know him when you see him, trust me. Just yell for help, and he'll come. He's very strong, now we don't have much time, will you go?"
Felt hesitated for only a moment, her amber eyes flicking toward the chaos behind me, the ice storm and blades still crashing like thunder in the room.
Then she nodded, certain. "Alright. I'll go. Just… don't die, okay? I still need to kick your ass for tricking me."
I gave her a casual little placating wave, "Yeah, yeah. I'll keep breathing. Just hurry. or you might not get the chan- oh she's gone."
Without another word, she turned and bolted for the door, feet light on the wrecked floorboards. A blur of motion, then she was gone, out into the street, out of sight.
I turned back to the madness. The room was a battlefield, glass crunched underfoot, and shards of ice jutted from the walls like deadly thorns. Emilia stood in the centre of it all, breathing hard, frost clinging to her lashes. Puck floated beside her, his little form tense, but magic still flaring.
Despite her speed and ferocity, Elsa was on the back foot now. They were pushing her. Emilia and Puck had used their magic to freeze sections of the ground strategically, slowing Elsa's momentum. A trap.
One final burst of magic, Emilia's eyes glowed, and a massive crystal erupted downwards towards Elsa.
CRACK.
It slammed into her side with a sickening crunch. The floor beneath splintered. She let out a strangled gasp, but before the crystal could fully engulf her, Elsa did the unthinkable.
With an almost dreamy sigh, she twisted her body, letting the ice crush her foot—no, tear through it. Flesh split. Blood spattered. She ripped herself free, leaving behind a shredded mess of muscle and skin.
"Ahh~ How lovely," she exhaled with a delighted hum, staggering back. "For a moment there, I thought I might actually die."
Puck dropped from the air, ears drooping. His glow dimmed. "Tch… That's all I've got. I'm feeling sleepy. Please be careful, Lia, if you need be, you can squeeze out my od," he murmured, his voice soft and tired, his form fading. Then, like a flickering candle, he vanished in a swirl of snow.
A/N hope you liked it.
Reinhard is my husbando, but I want to know who's your husbando/wifu
i'd love to know.