Author's Note: I have finished writing the remaining seven chapters of this fic and am just working on editing them. The remaining chapters should be uploaded about once a week.

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"Mistress, I found this for you!"

That doesn't sound like Anna. She'd never call me that. Hell, she'd beat me for even thinking it. I slowly blink my eyes open to find my missing hand inches from my face. I try to wiggle my fingers. Nothing. So it hasn't regrown.

I turn slowly to the source of my hand to find a squat snowman with an eager gleam in his icy eyes. "Good morning, Mistress! I found your arm."

Nope. Too much. I'm going back to sleep.

"Wait, don't sleep, we need to reattach this! I'd do it, but..." he waves his stick-like arms, "I can't."

The clock on the bedside table shows that it's just after midnight. Anna still isn't home. I guess I'd best just get this over with before she has to see this little gremlin holding my severed arm and starts to think the worst.

"I kept it on ice for you."

Why am I cursed with this thing?

Before I have a chance to do anything about this strange new abomination, I hear the front door swing open and Anna's footsteps in the other room. "Under the bed, now."

"If you say so, Mistress." He does as he's bid. At least he's obedient, if nothing else.

Anna saunters into the room, ripping off her blouse. "That was exhausting, but it's finally over. At least for today. You better appreciate what you've done," she grumbled.

The horrifying monstrosity born of my powers crawls out from under the bed and waddles over to her, his arms spread wide. "Hi, I'm Olaf and I like warm hugs."

Anna promptly kicks it. "What the fuck is this?"

"Apparently it's Olaf."

"Wait, is that a human arm?!" Sure enough, my arm is protruding from the snowy forehead, just above his ridiculous carrot-shaped nose.

I wave my own frosty appendage at Anna. "Yeah, it was kind of ripped off."

Anna rushes over to me, pulling my new arm to her to examine. "What happened? I'm so sorry, here I was all pissed at you for giving me paperwork, and you had to go through this. Why didn't you tell me? Is there anything I can do?"

"I'm fine. You should see the other guy."

"Elsa –"

"Really, I'm fine. Just get my arm from that weirdo over there."

"Olaf, would you please hand me Elsa's arm?"

The annoying little shit turns to me. "Mistress?" Well, fuck.

"Oh, so you're 'Mistress' now, are you?"

I knew this would happen.

"Maybe I should spank you with your own hand, that ought to change your attitude a bit."

"Just hand it to her," I groan, trying to ignore Anna. "You can spank me after I'm back in one piece."

"I can?" Olaf asks, surprise clear in his childish voice.

"No, you can melt. Anna can."

"Oh, can I?" She asks, sitting next to me, my lost appendage firm in her grasp.

I let my prosthetic melt and turn to her. "Please, just fix it. Save the play for later?"

Anna blinks. "Elsa, are you sure you're okay?" She holds my arm to its socket, clearly unsure of how to proceed. "I don't really know what to do here."

I let a small layer of ice secure it in place, and just hope that my healing powers will take care of it. "It's pretty new to me too. "

"Elsa, please. Answer the question."

I sigh. I hate being serious, but I suppose I can hardly blame her when I just told her to do the same. "No, I'm not okay. I have burns all over my body that still haven't fully healed and that ache with every movement I make, I have no idea if I'm even doing this right to re-attach my arm, or if I even can, I've been flung into some crazy world where I'm supposed to be a god and every other god seems to have a bone to pick with me. I don't know what the hell is going on, what I'm supposed to do, or when any of this will start making sense! I'm so powerful that I was able to kill our father without even moving, but then that redheaded asshole – not you – got the jump on me and I felt utterly helpless. I was so scared that I dropped an anvil on his head after I killed him just to be sure, and when I woke up to meet that little creep," - I nod my head in Olaf's direction - "part of me was still scared that it would be him. Or Notos. I had felt so powerful yesterday – wait, it's after midnight, isn't it? – two days ago, and then all of that was taken away from me. Killing Pops helped, but I still feel like I'm in so far over my head and I have no idea what I'm doing."

Anna pulls me into a tight hug. "Well at least you're not alone." It makes my burns hurt all the more, but I don't have the heart to tell her.

"Yeah, but I killed the only people who wanted to tell me anything useful. Granted, they deserved it, but still. What am I going to do, Anna? This has all just gotten so out of hand."

"We'll figure it out. Together. I promise."

"I hope you're right."

She sighs and pulls away. "Maybe we should sleep on it. In the morning, things might seem a little easier – hell, maybe your arm will be reattached."

I nod and lay my head back on the pillow. It's damp from ice-cold sweat.

She throws off the rest of her clothing and climbs in behind me, her arm wrapping possessively about me. I have to admit, this five-foot-nothing human managed to make this god feel safer than she has in days.

I wake up to find that Olaf has disappeared and that there is still an incredibly sexy naked woman clinging to me. Taking the only reasonable course of action available to me, I turn to kiss her.

This manages to wake her, but rather than complain, she grabs my ass and darts her tongue into my mouth. She was right, things are looking much brighter this morning.

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I rub my wrists. The mark from the handcuffs has already healed – yay god powers – but I swear I can still feel them. I catch a smirk from Anna looking over from the driver's seat. She seems more than pleased with herself. I suppose she must miss being able to mark me. Kinky bitch.

"Did I go too hard on you earlier?" she asks. She can barely keep herself from laughing.

I give her a disapproving glare, but she doesn't take her eyes off the road for long enough to notice. I want to pout playfully, but it hardly seems becoming of The God of the Northern Winds, so I instead stick my tongue out at her. Much more regal.

"You have far better things to do with that, I promise you."

She's fucking insatiable. "I didn't do enough of it already? Three hours and a few dozen orgasms weren't enough to satisfy you?"

"I'll let you know when I'm satisfied. I am your boss now, after all."

What exactly have I gotten myself into? "Wow, already growing corrupt?"

She turns back to me for long enough that I can see that I genuinely worried her. Well great, now I feel bad. "I'm not going to be like our father, Elsa. I can't be. If you ever see me going down that road –"

"You won't. I was just joking, you're worrying over nothing. Anna, you're the best boss any of us idiots could've ever asked for."

She laughs, sounding far more derisive of my idea than anything else. "We'll see. Plenty of them seem to agree with you, but I'm not sure if it'll be enough. I really don't know, Elsa."

"It'll be fine. Anyone left who still doubts you –" I let my imagination run wild for a moment, baring my teeth, "I'll make sure that they come around."

"That's just it though, I need to show that I'm not just using your power to control everyone. I need to be able to stand on my own." She pulls into a parking lot, in front of our favorite diner. We haven't been here in years, and she had me out of bed with the mere mention of their French toast.

"Use me all you need. I'm your sword." I glance down at the scabbard at my hip. I look ridiculous. "That's how this game works. You have lieutenants to run things for you. Pete can advise you on the day to day stuff, and I can kill your enemies. It's how Pops – it's how it's done. You won't look weak for it, I promise."

She clearly heard my aborted sentence. Her head hangs low, as she throws open the door and climbs out of the car. Me and my big mouth. I follow after her. "Let's just get some food in us and we'll both feel a lot better."

We seat ourselves at the counter, and quickly place our orders – coffee for both of us, with a cinnamon roll and sausage for her and French toast and bacon for me. "We're probably going to need a couple pots. You didn't exactly sleep last night, and I only managed an hour or so." It's the first words I've said since I last stuck my foot in my mouth. I watch her expression carefully. She's been pissed at me enough this week, when we normally almost never fight. I'd really rather she not hate me for the somewhat understandable reason of comparing her to the monster who adopted us.

She shrugs, her eyes focused on the slowly filling mug of coffee before her. She thanks the waitress before responding. "I'm all right. I feel wired, like I've already downed a few cups. Maybe that's just the effect you have on me."

I bite my lip and turn to my own cup. Glad she's not mad at me – and that I talked her out of leaving the clamps on for the rest of the day – but I had just managed to get my mind off our morning excursion and blushing is really embarrassing.

"We have a long day ahead of us," she says, her mind already back to work. Why isn't she more distractible?

"First real day as the new Don." It hardly matters if the waitress overhears us, the whole city will know soon enough. "It'll be fine, I promise. Your people love you, you're really overthinking this."

"They might love me, but they don't respect me. Hell, our father made sure of that. The way they responded to some of the horrible things he said about you – about me – Elsa, they think we're just a couple of freaks. I really don't know how many will actually follow me now. I'd be shocked to see that there wasn't already a massive wave of people running off to join other families. It would certainly explain how the other families have already been acting according to Pete. I hope we'll actually have enough people to put up a fight."

I blink. When the hell did she have the chance to talk to Pete? People are already making moves against her? Why wasn't I informed of any of this? Aren't I supposed to be one of her consiglieri as well? "What are they doing?"

"They've just already started making their move on our territory. I'd been expecting it, but not quite this quickly."

"Then let's go get revenge. Who do you want me to kill?"

She frowns. Clearly not the right thing to say. "That's why I hadn't said anything yet. I've been trying to think of any way out of this, and I've come up with nothing. We look weak with someone as inexperienced as me at the head, and they know it, it's why they're already muscling in. I can't go to them asking for peace when they think they have the upper hand."

"Then we just need to show them that they're wrong." I take her hand in my own, my thumb gently massaging her knuckles. "It'll be fine."

She groans, leaning back in the stool far enough that I'm a little worried she'll fall. "I know that, Elsa. That's what I'm afraid of. It will be fine. It'll be normal. I'll order my girlfriend to go kill a bunch of people and that'll just be who I am now. They'll learn to fear me, the rest of the family will do the same, maybe eventually respect me, and I'll be a murderer, a monster, every bit our father's daughter."

I clasp both hands around hers, pulling it close. "You are nothing like him. You're no monster. You know what's necessary, and you'll do it, and it'll hurt. And that's a good thing, it should hurt."

"It will this time. What about the next? The one after that? I've killed before and I'll do it again, but it keeps getting easier. When did it stop hurting you?"

I feel my mouth go dry just as our plates are set down. I desperately want to take the opportunity to ignore her question, to just shove food in my face and pretend that she didn't ask me that, but I can't do it to her. I owe her the truth. I will never lie to her. "It was never that hard, but I still felt bad about it the first couple times. I know you know that, you were there when I threw up after my first job. I'm just trying to explain the whole thing," I add when I see her open her mouth. "I enjoyed it even then. That's what bothered me, not the kill. I am a monster, and it's why I don't deserve to lead this family. It's also why you do, because it will never be easy for you to order a hit. It will never be your first response. I'll be your monster. I'll do whatever you need me to, but it'll never be easy for you, and I don't ever want it to be."

Tears form in her eyes, but she manages to blink them away, pulling her hand back from me. "Thank you, Elsa. Eat your food before it gets cold."

She doesn't have to tell me twice. I let her drop it, but I will never let her forget it.