Chapter 21: Sacrifices.

Elvira parked near a familiar alley; full of trash, drunken fools and prostitutes. As always, it reeked of the dregs of civilization, but it didn't bother her anymore; not after she'd been there a hundred times. She quickly got out of her car, pushing away any drunkard who'd try and start conversation with her, and entered her destination; the local dive bar. The sort of place no one of her status was ever supposed to be within 10 miles of. It was on the local news at least once a month for some sort of riot or fire, but somehow it always remained open.

As soon as she stepped through the door, she noticed the place already reeked of alcohol, sweat and human excrement. It was full of people, but no one who would recognize her, at least not as the president's daughter; she'd made sure of that. Before going there she'd made a quick visit to her house, changed into her scummiest clothing, removed her makeup and grabbed her rifle (it was for show, mostly, but she could defend herself with it if it came to that). So, when she entered the bar she looked just like everyone else; a nobody at best, a criminal at worst.

She'd first discovered this place many years ago, when she'd started doing jobs for the dealers that sold her drugs. Here she'd helped them sell the merchandise and intimidate the junkies that didn't want to pay. So she had acquired a reputation as a merciless collector. Which fortunately meant she'd be left alone.

She normally came here when she just wanted to drink without being bothered, just to forget about all her problems for a while. And yes the tables were dirty, the floor disgusting at best, and the people weren't exactly friendly or polite, but she felt safe there. Away from everything and everyone, she could just be herself.

She went directly to the bar and, punching a guy out of her way, asked the bartender for a bottle of vodka. Seconds later she had paid and was drinking straight from the bottle, hoping to numb her brain fast enough to avoid thinking about what had happened an hour ago.

She'd screwed up, she knew that. She shouldn't have let her stupid cousin get to her. She shouldn't have punched him. She shouldn't have beaten him, and… she shouldn't have run away. And she probably shouldn't be in a bar, trying to get drunk.

But she couldn't help it. This was her nature, wasn't it? She couldn't do anything right without screwing up a second later. She'd proven it time and time again.

She had prepared a whole speech to say during her parents' eulogy, a perfect speech that would tell Weaselton and his nephew that she knew what they'd done, and at the same time, reinforce her bond with her sister. She had brought flowers. She had held Anna's hand during the whole ceremony. Somehow she knew her parents would be proud of her. She had put forth her greatest effort to show the press she could be more than just the rebellious daughter. Yet she had failed, as always. All the press would talk about was how she'd beaten her cousin during dinner.

But who was she trying to fool anyways? She had been the screw up ever since she was born. She'd never listen to what her parents said. She'd always gotten in trouble at school (yes, even when she was in kindergarten). She'd always been a rule breaker… she'd started doing drugs, drinking, getting into fights and picking up random girls (and sometimes even boys) at bars for one-night stands. And finally… she'd fallen in love with her own sister. If that didn't make her a horrible person, she didn't know what could.

The world would be better off if she didn't exist. Anna would be better off if she didn't exist.

Elsa could take her place anyways. She had lived all her life locked in a room, and yet she was a better human being than she was.

Elsa was the daughter her parents had always wanted her to be. The sweet and caring sister Anna had always wished for. The good girl her teachers had always tried to make her be.

Elsa was all she couldn't be and more.

Maybe… maybe she should just end the stupid game she'd gotten herself into. There was no way Anna would choose her over Elsa. No, she was too messed up to ever deserve her love. And to keep trying to expose the Clone Center? Yeah, right. They'd just kill Anna and she would admit defeat in an instant, even if by then it would already be too late.

Just like it was already too late to save their parents. And it was all her fault.

When Hans had threatened to destroy her loved ones, she'd thought he had been talking about Anna. And she'd thought she could protect her from him. She never imagined he could be talking about her parents. She never thought that, just because she'd tried to hack their system and find a map where the secret lab's location was revealed, he'd order the death of the president. She never thought his influence reached far enough to even think of a scheme like that, much less pull it off.

So, when she really thought about it, Hans wasn't the one she should blame for their deaths, but herself.

She didn't deserve to live. But she didn't deserve death either. No, it was too painless. She wished hell existed so she could rot in it for all eternity.

Maybe she should just kill herself and see if hell actually existed or not. No one would miss her anyways.

She wiped her eyes furiously. She didn't have the right to cry. This had been all her fault.

She looked briefly at her half-empty bottle and sighed. She needed more alcohol to forget about these dark thoughts (stupid alcohol tolerance). However, just when she was about to start drinking again, she saw something strange in the reflection of the bottle.

The bar was now mostly empty, which was weird considering it wasn't all that late. And the only men that were sitting on the tables were acting strange, as if waiting for something or someone, continuously checking their watches and looking around.

It could've been that she was being paranoid, but this put all her senses on edge. She didn't like it one bit, so she discreetly took her rifle and held it tightly with both her hands, before getting up and sprinting towards the door. But before she could reach it, she heard a shot and she instinctively dropped to the ground, but she didn't have time to get up and keep running. The instant she tried to move every man in there tackled her and tried to hold her still.

She punched, and kicked and screamed, but it was for naught. There were ten of them, they were stronger than her, and she was at least a little drunk. She was no match for them, but she wouldn't give up just yet.

She kept struggling and fighting until a man with ugly sideburns and a lab coat stepped in. Hans.

"Well, hello, Elvira." He sneered. "Find yourself in trouble again?" He asked, laughing, which infuriated the black-haired girl to no end, making her fight against the men to try and punch his ugly face, or maybe even grab a gun and shot him square in the chest. He deserved that and more, for killing her parents.

"Savage as always, I see." He sighed in exasperation. "But I have to admit I was quite impressed by your speech." He continued, stepping closer as Elvira just glared at him with all the hate she could muster. "I never thought you would say something like that, more so after your parents died. But I guess you just have no common sense." He paused. "I mean, you didn't think we'd leave you alone after you threatened to try and prove the plane crash wasn't an accident, did you?"

"So that's what this is all about." Elvira snarled. "You want to punish me for telling the truth?"

"Oh, we'll do much more than that." He grinned wickedly, before pulling a handkerchief out of his pocket and pressing it to Elvira's nose and mouth. She knew what it was, and she did her best not to breathe, but survival instinct won, and as soon as she let some air into her lungs, everything went black.

When Elvira woke up, her head hurt like hell, but that was to be expected. Actually, her whole body hurt, specially her arms and legs, and her mouth and throat felt dry. But again, not so surprising, considering she'd been drinking. Heavily.

What got her worried though, was the fact that she as apparently sitting on a chair… chained to it actually. She tried to move her arms and legs, but the cuffs dig into her skin, making her let out a hiss of pain. More so, when she opened her eyes, she couldn't see a thing due to the handkerchief that had been tied around her eyes.

She was helpless.

She'd be scared if she hadn't been thinking about dying before they abducted her. But then again, maybe she should be scared; one thing was thinking about dying and other very different one was having that very possibility becoming quite real. Also, there was no saying what kind of things they would do to her. Maybe they wouldn't kill her at all, just torture her and keep her locked up in some dark room.

So maybe she was a little bit scared… but she was mostly angry; angry that they'd captured her so easily. Angry that she'd die at the hands of the ones who'd killed her parents, without having been able to make them pay for their crimes.

She was there, trying to get out of her restraints without succeeding, for a few minutes, maybe even an hour, before the door opened and someone finally came in. Some steps were heard before that person finally came to her and pulled the handkerchief out of her face, revealing who he was. And no, Elvira wasn't the least bit surprised when she saw Hans, standing in a poorly illuminated room, with only one bed and a toilet.

"Are you comfy?" He asked feigning concern about her wellbeing. Elvira resorted to glaring at him and tried to look intimidating, though that was difficult considering she felt utterly exhausted and wanted to do nothing but go to bed and have a good night of sleep. Though in that moment, that seemed more impossible that touching the sun.

"What do you want?" She asked though gritted teeth.

"Ah, straight to the point, I see." He sighed, disappointed.

"Why did you abduct me?" She asked once more, trying to make sense out of this situation. "I don't believe it was simply to 'punish' me for having spoken about my parents' death not being an accident."

"No, you're right." He nodded. "In fact, if you cooperate with us and promise not to say a thing about this, nor to continue the investigation about the accident, we'll let you go mostly unscathed."

"Right." Elvira rolled her eyes, not believing him for one second.

"No, really." He insisted. "We'll only use you as a bait."

"Bait?" She blinked confused. "Bait for what?" Just as she finished formulating the question, however, she knew the answer. "Elsa." The realization fell heavy on her stomach, making her want to throw up. She'd promised to save Elsa from the Clone Center, and yet she'd be the very reason she would fall back into their clutches.

"Elsa?" Hans asked confused. "Is that what you call your clone?" She chuckled. "I hope you weren't getting fond of it."

Elvira glared daggers at him, but said nothing. There was no way she would admit out loud, much less to Hans, that, in fact, she cared a whole lot about Elsa. At least a whole lot more than she cared for regular people. She was cute, and sweet and smart, and she undoubtedly knew how to treat Anna. Not to mention her being so clueless and innocent at everything was actually pretty endearing. So… yeah, maybe she was sorta, kinda fond of her. But she'd take that secret to the grave.

"Anyways." Hans continued, not knowing about Elvira's thoughts. "You are correct. We want her." At this, Elvira clenched her teeth.

"Why?"

"Because we have a new drug." He explained with a condescending tone, like he was explaining it to a child who couldn't understand anyways. "A drug we've been developing and testing in various animals, to make the 'special clones' like yours just like the rest."

Elvira felt a chill run down her spine. They'd developed a drug to, basically, turn healthy people into mindless vegetables. It sounded like something out of a horror movie. Except much worse because it was real.

"It's already been tested on other clones." Hans continued. "And though most of them responded as expected, we'd like to have a greater sampling before we start officially using it on the clones that aren't affected by the enzyme."

"You're monsters." Elvira snarled, disgusted by what he was saying, as well as how was he saying it. He didn't care he'd basically destroyed the brains of innocent people.

"Far from that, actually." Hans responded, unaffected by her commentary. "We're a clone industry. We make clones to give their organs to other humans and save many lives. And yes, sometimes the products have some… defects, but it's our duty to correct said defects."

"All the clones you produce here were born as human beings, with rights equal to any other Arendelle citizen." Elvira contradicted him. "You should be in jail."

"I know this can be difficult to understand for certain people." He sighed, like he was disappointed she hadn't gotten his point. "But it has to be done, and I won't let you and your naïve little sister get in the way of progress."

"So you need Elsa as a test subject for your disgusting experiments. Great." Elvira sighed, knowing full well she couldn't convince him to just forget about everything and let her go. "Why don't you just take me instead? Wouldn't that be easier?" She asked against her better judgement. It's not like she wanted to end up as a mindless zombie, but at least Elsa and Anna would be out of danger.

"We could." Hans admitted. "I mean, assuming Elsa's immunity to the enzyme is genetic, you should also have it. And after proving that, we could test the new drug on you."

"But?"

"But, as much as I'd like that, every variable in an experiment has to be controlled. Like the quality of the organs in each subject, especially the brain." It seemed like he really regretted not being able to test the drug on Elvira, but that was no surprise. He would never admit it but she was always smarter than him, and one of Maleficent's favorite students. That's why he hated her.

"You don't want to use my brain because I've taken drugs and gotten drunk multiple times." Elvira finally understood.

"Yes." He nodded courtly.

"But then why didn't you test it sooner, like before I had an accident?" Elvira questioned, finding it difficult to believe they'd developed such a drug in less than two weeks.

"We were going to test it on her the day you stupidly went and crashed your car. And of course the clone is yours, so we had to send it to the hospital." He shook his head again, like he couldn't believe how things had happened. "We were going to test the drug on her after she'd given you a kidney, but unfortunately the hospital security is less than ideal, and so she escaped."

"But…" Elvira tried to ask another question again, in order to keep him talking while she figured an escape plan, but Hans had other plans.

"Enough!" He yelled, exasperated. "I think I've wasted enough time with you." He paused, pulling a gun out of a holster on his hip. "Will you help me voluntarily, or do I have to… persuade you?" As he said the last word, he pressed the gun's barrel against her forehead.

Elvira gulped but tried not to show any signs of fear. Fear was weakness, and she couldn't afford to be weak, not in front of Hans. She bit her cheek as she tried to suppress her trembling, hoping he wouldn't notice.

"I don't fear death." She said darkly, keeping her voice from wavering. "Come on, pull the trigger. You'd be doing me a favor." As she finished saying those words, she almost regretted it, because Hans pulled back the gun's hammer and pressed it harder against her forehead, making her flinch unconsciously. Yes, she knew she deserved to die, and she wished she was dead too, but that didn't mean it didn't scare her.

"You were saying?" Hans mocked her with an odious smirk. "You're not as tough as you think."

"Maybe not." She admitted. "But you aren't either." When he just raised an eyebrow at her words, she continued. "You won't pull that trigger. You can't."

"Wanna bet?" He laughed. "I'd take so much pleasure in putting a bullet into that skull of yours."

"I know you would. You care nothing for the lives of others." Elvira shrugged, trying to appear confident and nonchalant. "However, you can't kill me if you want to lure Elsa here. You need me." As soon as she let out those words and saw Hans' eyes narrow in anger, she knew they were true. He wouldn't kill her. Not before he had Elsa.

As if noticing there was no point in holding a gun if Elvira knew it was an empty threat, Hans frowned and put it back into his holster.

"I was hoping I could scare you into cooperating." He sighed. "But I guess I'll have to use a less… civilized method."

Elvira knew what he'd do, but she couldn't move like she would have in a street fight. No, she was chained to a chair. This wasn't going to be a fight; he was going to beat her half to death.

And so, the first punch landed on her stomach, leaving her gasping for breath and trying not to puke. Then, another punch landed on her face, probably breaking her already damaged nose (from the fight with the thugs the other day). She closed her eyes tightly, trying to ignore the pain Hans' hits inflicted on her, and not give him the pleasure of hearing her scream in pain. But, though she was used to this sort of thing, she knew even she had a limit.

When he kicked her strongly and she ended up in the floor, chair and all, that's when she finally cried in pain. The cuffs keeping her in place dig deep into her skin, no doubt drawing blood, and her shoulder hurt like hell. And the rest of her body wasn't exactly in good shape either. She could feel the tears forming in her yes, but she squeezed her eyelids tightly, trying not to let them fall.

She couldn't cry. She wasn't weak. She was strong. These were just a few punches. She could endure them. She had to.

Suddenly, Hans kicked her again in the stomach and she was barely able to stifle a little cry of pain. However, it wasn't enough to keep him from noticing.

"Are you going to cooperate now, or not?" He asked, looking down at her with a sinister grin.

"Never." She said with a weak voice, that didn't sound convincing at all; not even to herself.

"I think you're about done now." He laughed. "I never imagined you'd be so pathetic." And with that, he pulled the chair up, making Elvira wince in pain, before pulling her cellphone out of his pocket and searching for something on it.

"I just need you to ask your little sister for help." He explained. "You can do that, can't you? Then, after we have the clone, you can get out of here. Simple." She shrugged. "I don't think even you could screw it up." Elvira just glared at him as he pressed the cellphone against her ear, determined to tell Anna to forget about her and not listen to anything Hans said.

Hans was wrong; she was far from reaching her breaking point.

The phone rang two times, three times, four times, and… the call was sent to the answering machine. She sighed in relief. Anna was probably sleeping and wouldn't answer.

Hans, however, didn't give up; he redialed the number and pressed the cellphone against Elvira's ear once more. Not that it would work; Anna was a heavy sleeper and probably wouldn't wake up until ten o clock, if that. She almost smirked, thanking Anna's bad habit of waking up late and sleeping through an earthquake, when suddenly the ringing ceased and someone answered.

"Hello?" It was Elsa's voice.

"Elsa?!... No, you…" Elvira stuttered, panicked and worried, as a chill ran down her spine. This was worse than Anna answering!... Or maybe not? After all, Elsa hated her and would probably never sacrifice herself for her. Right?

"Elsa?" Hans mused out loud. "Well, now that is fortunate. Tell her to help you." Elvira however, shook her head, trying to think which was the best course of action, so she could keep Elsa out of danger, but without enraging Hans too much.

"Elvira?" Elsa spoke, but Elvira didn't answer as Hans took her by her neck and practically snarled at her.

"Do it!" He said in a hushed, but threatening, tone of voice.

"Elvira, where are you? Are you okay?" Elsa asked, now sounding more worried than before, and Elvira had to quickly think on something to respond. She had to warn her, no matter what.

"Elsa, listen to me." She started. "I was taken a-and…" She paused, finding it difficult to breathe due to the beating she'd received earlier. "I don't have much time. The point is… don't listen to him! You hear me? Whatever he says, just don't…!" Before she could finish what she was trying to say, Hans pulled the cellphone away from her and punched her in the face, making her fall to the ground once more and groan in pain.

She knew something like that would happen, but at least she'd relayed the message to Elsa. She'd be safe. She'd take care of Anna on her place.

Hans, however, didn't look pleased at all, and gave her a hard glare before putting the phone on his ear and speaking.

"Hello there, S-A-134." He called Elsa by her clone number, then paused, probably as Elsa said something, before chuckling evilly. "Don't worry, she's quite comfy right now." He eyed at her, lying in the ground, with the cuffs hurting her wrists and ankles. "We only want you, so if you turn yourself over, we'll just let her go." He assured her and paused again, hearing what the clone said. "Yes, I promise. She'll go back to her life safe and sound. You just have to come here, alone and unarmed." Again, he paused while Elsa answered, and smiled when she'd finished. "So, we have a deal? Excellent! I knew you would be more reasonable than her."

Elvira felt a chill run down her spine. Elsa had accepted. She had been stupid enough to listen to Hans instead of her. But why?! Elsa hated her. They hated each other. Their relationship was tense at best, so… why?

"One more thing." Hans said, just before ending the call. "Don't tell anyone. If you do, we'll know." And with that he spared one last glace at Elvira before stepping out of the room and shutting the door behind him, leaving her alone.

Elvira didn't know how much time had passed since Hans had left her alone. The room was silent, and there were no windows. The pain she felt in her entire body hadn't gotten any better, and she could almost imagine the cuffs cutting through flesh and muscle, reaching her bones. She felt like her entire body was an instant away from falling apart.

She hadn't even tried to escape though; she knew she couldn't break the handcuffs, and without a key there was no way she could get out of her restraints. More so, even if she managed to break them somehow, there were probably guards out there. In her current state she was pretty sure she couldn't overpower more than one, and even that was a pretty big if.

She was never getting out of there. Not alive at least. She just hoped Elsa wouldn't turn herself in. She hoped, with all her heart, that her sister would be happy without her.

Just when she was about to give in to her exhaustion and pass out, the door opened, and she flinched thinking it was Hans, coming to finish her off. However, when the person got closer and closed the door, she could see from his blond hair that the newcomer had nothing to do with Hans'.

"Kristoff." She breathed out in relief. She didn't think she'd ever been happier seeing someone in her life. However, he looked at her confused for a second, before putting a finger on his lips, reminding her that they had no time for exchanging pleasantries, or asking questions. So she just laid still as he kneeled down, pulled out some keys and started unchaining her. Once she was free, he pulled her up carefully, and looked at her with a concerned expression.

"Can you walk?" He asked in a hushed tone.

"Yes. I-I… I'm fine." She answered in the same fashion while she looked at her wrists. They were bleeding, and the injuries were definitely not a minor thing, but she wasn't alarmed by then; she had had worse. And she supposed her ankles looked more or less the same. Walking would be painful, but she could make it.

"Good." He gave her a court nod. "Do you know where Elsa is?"

"Wait… they have her?!" She scream-whispered, shocked.

"I think so." He admitted in defeat.

"But how?!" Elvira asked, shocked. "How did she even get here?"

"That was my fault. She called me earlier and asked me to take her somewhere, telling me you were in trouble." He explained, mortified. "She made me think we were just following the instructions on Anna's GPS, but then we arrived to the Clone Center and she ran away before I could stop her. When she didn't return, I came here, and hoped that she was back in her room."

"And you found me instead." Elvira concluded for him, feeling dread rise inside her body. Elsa had listen to Hans after all. She'd gone to the Clone Center despite knowing she wouldn't be able to escape, all in hopes to save her, and yet… she hadn't been released, not even after they'd gotten Elsa.

Of course they wouldn't release her. She knew too much. They probably would have killed her or experimented on her if Kristoff hadn't arrived.

But, if they hadn't put Elsa in her room-prison, then… of course. They'd took her to the secret lab. Heck! For all she knew, they could be experimenting on her in that very moment! She had to save her.

"They must have her in the secret lab." Elvira voiced her thoughts. "We have to get her out of there."

"What?!" Kristoff looked at her like she was crazy. "No way!" he refused, looking nervously at the door. "We have to get out of here now that we can."

"But they'll turn her into a mindless clone!" Elvira protested, trying to make him understand.

"There's nothing we can do about it." He tried to reason. "We don't even know where the secret lab is."

"I-I…" Elvira tried to protest once more, but she had to admit he was right. Plus, a selfish part of her was saying that she'd already done everything in her power to keep them from capturing Elsa. It was Elsa who hadn't listened. She'd put herself in this situation, right? It wasn't Elvira's obligation to get her out of it. Plus, it was better for Anna to just lose her girlfriend, instead of losing both her girlfriend and her sister. And why couldn't she be selfish for once? Why couldn't she just try and preserve her life? Why couldn't she escape?

However, before Elvira could decide what to do, Kristoff took her hand and started dragging her through the halls, presumably towards the exit, occasionally hiding in the shadows to avoid being spotted by one of the distant guards. And she tried to follow him. She tried to convince herself that leaving Elsa wasn't the worst thing ever. That Anna wouldn't be so sad. That she would eventually forgive herself for doing such a thing.

But try as she did, she couldn't shake off the sensation that she was doing something terrible, again. That she was making the wrong decision.

Elsa had sacrificed herself for Elvira. She had willingly walked into the wolf's mouth for a girl she hated, the girl who had been nothing but been mean at her and had tried to steal her girlfriend. For the girl who didn't deserve to live because she wasted every second of her life being a disappointment to everyone and had wanted to die mere hours ago.

If she escaped, Elvira thought, she wouldn't deserve the life she had. Every single second she lived, every breath she took, every heartbeat… it wouldn't be hers. I would be a second, a breath or a heartbeat, she'd stolen from Elsa. It would be as if she'd killed her herself, and she knew she wouldn't be able to live with that.

More so, what about Anna? What would she say if she was there? Who would she choose to save? Elvira or Elsa? The answer was pretty simple, and admitting it hurt like a thousand knives buried in her chest. Why? Because it was obvious. There wasn't even a way to compare them. Why would she chose Elvira, the incestuous, egotistical, drunkard, over Elsa, the sweet, beautiful, perfect girlfriend?

Of course she wouldn't.

If Anna was there, she'd practically demand her to go save Elsa, even if it cost her life. Even if she had to sacrifice herself to do it.

Sacrifice. Funny word. It's so easy to understand its meaning, and yet very few learn to use it correctly. Many people think making sacrifices is to do something for someone else, even if the effort of doing it doesn't cost you a thing. They think sacrifices are something they have to do but don't want to.

However, her father knew well what sacrifices trully were. They are something you don't have to do, because they are usually difficult, painful, or even expensive. But you do it anyways, because you know it's the right thing. Because it's necessary.

Elvira had lived all her life without making sacrifices. She'd always been the most important person in the world to herself, even if she lied by saying it was Anna. But actions speak louder than words, don't they? When had she done something for Anna? Something beyond taking the blame for her mischief, or letting her borrow her toys? The only thing that came to her mind was pushing her away once she found out her feelings were more than sisterly. Even then though… maybe she was just trying to protect herself. Maybe she didn't want Anna to hate her and that's why she'd done it.

It was like when she played chess with her father. She'd normally sacrifice unimportant things that didn't affect her at all, like pawns. Sometimes she'd sacrifice greater things like a knight, putting the king in danger. However, she stubbornly kept protecting the queen… protecting herself.

Well, not anymore. She claimed she loved Anna, and she wasn't going to let her words be a mere empty phrase. She'd put Anna's needs before hers for once. She wasn't a kid, or a rebellious teenager anymore. She was a grown-up woman, and she knew what had to be done.

She yanked her hand from Kristoff's grip and stopped, making the blond man turn to look at her in confusion.

"Elvira, what are you doing? We need to get out." He urged her.

"You go." She said, with such determination it even surprised her. "I'm going to save Elsa, or die trying." She crossed her arms over her chest as if daring him to contradict her.

"But… you are injured, you can barely walk! How do you plan on rescuing her?" He asked exasperated, making a very good point.

"I…" Elvira thought for a moment, wondering which the best course of action was, and her adrenaline-filled brain came up with one in record time. "First, I need my rifle. I'll deal with the rest as it comes." She answered confidently. She had pretty good aim, and enough ammo to take down over twenty people as long as she aimed properly. Which in her condition would be very difficult, but it was better than nothing.

"Fine." Kristoff sighed, realizing Elvira was stubborn and couldn't be convinced. "I think I know where it is."

"Perfect." She smirked.

A/N: Thanks for reading, and please do leave a review if you liked this chapter… even though it was focused on Elvira. But hey, we got some insight on her thoughts and feelings. And she's going to try and rescue Elsa so… don't hate her too much? Maybe?

See you soon :)

Thanks to my beta reader moonwatcher 13.