Experimenting on a thing.

The first time Elsa met Anna, she nearly got herself killed.

“Are you sure you’re cut out for this?” the redheaded hero–she hadn’t known her name yet–called down to her.



Ignoring the blood rushing to her head, Elsa looked up, her gaze following the long line of snowgies acting as a makeshift chain to keep her from plummeting to her death all the way to the hero standing at the top of the bridge. She swayed dangerously with the simple motion, and her stomach churned violently.

I don’t know what I’m doing.

“I can come get you if you want,” the redhead called, almost sounding genuinely worried.



“No, I’m…I’m good here,” Elsa called out before she could help herself, hoping her voice didn’t sound as terrified as she felt. “I’ll, uh…I’ll try again tomorrow.”



“Are you sure?”



“Yeah, positive!” She managed a thumbs up, only barely biting back a scared ‘eep!’ when the chain swayed again. “I think I’ll, uh…hang out here for a bit. I didn’t bring all of my minions, so I can just…call them.”



If I can reach the device in my lab coat pocket, that is…

Said lab coat had obeyed gravity and was positioned above her head, pocket definitely out of reach.

…This hero didn’t need to know that.

“Look, I can get you back up here, no problem. You don’t have to wait for the rest of your minions,” said hero called down, and Elsa vaguely wondered why she hadn’t just left already.



Duh, she’s a hero. They’re supposed to help people, even bumbling supervillains.

“I appreciate your concern, but–AH!”



The redhead had leapt off the bridge, soaring through the air to grab Elsa from the end of the snowgie chain. Held bridal style in the masked hero’s arms as they flew to safety, the blonde tried to bury herself in her lab coat out of embarrassment, cheeks aflame at the giggle in her ear.

“You’re too adorable to be a villain, you know that?”



And so began their strange ‘rivalry’.