#da!elsa

Lol yes! That sounds exactly like her.

Anna walked into her apartment as she always did after class. After throwing her keys into their bowl on a little shelf near the door, kicking off her shoes, and dropping her heavy bookbag, she wandered further into the living room to greet the few cats who were actually awake. “I’m home!” she called out to no one in particular. The cats might want to know, but she wasn’t sure if her sister was home. She remembered Elsa getting a call for a last-minute job just as she was heading into school that morning. So she assumed that Elsa was either already out on another job, or sleeping. Either way, she probably didn’t hear her come in.

Then Marshmallow came racing into the room. That was weird enough already as he almost never ran around the house like a bat out of hell like some of the younger cats did. But he was also making a noise she could only describe as the cat version of screaming.

“Marsh! Buddy! What’s wrong?” she asked desperately, dropping down to her knees to meet the cat.

Marshmallow went right up to her and actually bit her pant leg before tugging hard, indicating he wanted her to follow him. Still not entirely sure why, Anna suddenly felt a spike of fear pierce her heart. “It’s not Elsa, is it?” she breathed.

Marshmallow merely howled again and went racing off toward their bedrooms.

“Oh fuck.”

Anna quickly followed the frantic cat, making a brief stop in the bathroom to grab a few first-aid supplies from the medicine cabinet just in case her sister was really messed up. She reached her sister’s door to discover it slightly ajar and Marshmallow pacing just on the other side.

Upon entering the room, Anna noticed that it wasn’t cold. Ok, it was summer and their old building’s air conditioning wasn’t perfect but Elsa normally kept any room she was in slightly cooler simply because, well, she did. Ice powers tend to do stuff like that. But now...it wasn’t even remotely cool. It was almost kind of hot. And stuffy. Like walking out on a high-humidity day where the air feels too thick to breathe.

“Elsa?” she asked anxiously, noting the Elsa-sized lump of blankets on the bed, “You ok?”

The smallest of moans answered her from underneath the sheets.

“Please tell me you’re not dying under there,” Anna told her, reaching for the sheets as she did, “Because if you are...”

She pulled back the blanket to reveal her sister and she audibly gasped, releasing the blankets as she did. “Oh my god, Elsa!” she exclaimed in alarm, “Are you serious?”

Elsa was lying on her stomach, her head turned to one side facing Anna and her limbs splayed out in every which way. But that wasn’t the concerning part: what was concerning was Elsa’s black tank top revealing one of the worst sunburns Anna - the future nurse - had ever seen completely covering her sister’s back and shoulders.

Elsa groaned again, louder this time, and tried to move before giving up relatively quickly. “Nooo... The light hurts...”

“How the fuck did this happen?” Anna demanded in shock.

“D called last minute. I didn’t have time to change. Or put on sunscreen,” Elsa explained weakly, “I had to lie down on a roof for five hours in full sun.”

“Y...you had five hours to put on sunscreen or something to cover your back and you didn’t do it?” Anna sputtered.

“I couldn’t look away, you know, just in case. I tried to make a small ice shelter, but I think that only made things worse. Like magnifying glass with ants worse.”

“God you’re an idiot,” Anna said with a defeated sigh, “Hang on. I assumed you were bleeding out in here so I’ll go grab the aloe gel.”

One quick trip to the bathroom later, and Anna was back with the medicated gel. “Ok, so is it just your back and shoulders?” she asked.

Elsa nodded weakly. “Everything that you see. By the time I got home it hurt too much to touch it, let alone take my shirt off.”

Anna winced. “Yeah, I can believe that,” she said in agreement, further studying her sister’s bright red skin, “But here: this should help.”

She squirted some of the aloe onto her hand and went to rub it onto Elsa’s shoulder. She didn’t get very far, however, as the moment she touched the skin she was forced to sharply pull her hand back in alarm. “Ow, you’re hot!” she yelled, checking her hand to make sure it wasn’t burnt.

“Not with this sunburn I’m not.”

“No, you dork, like literally. Look.” Anna reached for a nearby water bottle and poured a few drops onto Elsa’s back. It actually sizzled when it met Elsa’s skin, before evaporating in a matter of seconds. “It’s like touching one of the burners on the stove.”

“...Well that might explain why it feels like there is an actual thunderstorm happening inside my body right now.”

“What.”

“Like my ice magic has not been working properly. At all. And on top of the headache I’m super nauseous like I got stuck on a spinny ride for the whole day and I’m really dehydrated and I...can’t move. Like at all.”

“Ok... Well, they certainly haven’t taught me how to handle anything like this,” Anna stated blankly, wondering the best way to approach this insane medical mystery.

“I’m never going out in the sun again,” Elsa declared, “Clearly I’m meant to exist only in the shadows.”

“Ok, no need to become an ice-wielding supervillain,” Anna sighed, “Hang on. The aloe will help this but I just need something to apply it with.”

Anna returned moments later with a spatula from the kitchen. When she met Elsa’s comically annoyed glare, she couldn’t help but burst out laughing. “Oh my god I never thought you of all people would be throwing this many loops my way,” she said as she started applying the aloe gel onto her sister’s back like she was layering icing on a cake.

“I’m glad my misery is at least a little humorous,” Elsa said dryly.

“Ok, ok, I’m sorry,” Anna replied, “It’s just... Well, now we know you need to always wear sunscreen. I mean, that should have been a given, based on our Northern European heritage, but... I just never thought I’d have a walking weather system as a sister - who apparently turns into the surface of the sun if she gets sunburnt.”

“The moment I can move again I will get you,” Elsa warned in the most unintentionally non-threatening way possible.

“Oh no, I’m so afraid!” Anna declared sarcastically, “Not a walking cooked lobster!”

With some degree of difficulty, Elsa managed to wave a hand in the manner she normally did to call a pile of snow to appear in the air above her sister’s head. What actually manifested, however, got her sister considerably wetter.

Anna wiped the water from her eyes in shock, having been completely soaked by her sister’s malfunctioning ice magic creating a wave of water instead of snow. When she shot Elsa a glare, her sister merely shrugged before immediately wincing in pain.

Upon seeing just how much pain Elsa was in, Anna sighed. “Ok, fine. I guess I deserved that for teasing you,” she relented, “But I’m still maintaining that you’re an idiot for not wearing sunscreen. And then not thinking how bad taking cover under a giant magnifying glass would be.”

“I have definitely learned my lesson,” Elsa stated, “I’m not sure I like being the ‘Water Queen’. Or an ant...”

“Yeah, Ice Queen does sound better, at least for you.” She then snorted a little as she struggled to hold back her laughter. “And I never thought of you as a red ant.

“I swear to god I will soak you again.”

AN: A few weeks ago, I was dumb and went to two bridal showers in one day without any sunscreen, and my exposed arms and shoulders paid for it severely. It fucking hurt and was a painful reminder for a good week or so as to why my Irish-Canadian ass always needs to wear sunscreen. But as I sat inside, avoiding all contact with the sun and slathering aloe vera on my bright pink shoulders, I got thinking about how paler-than-even-me Elsa would deal with a sunburn. And I thought DA!Elsa would be a good candidate.

A/N: This is a prologue to this

And this is Part I.

Hope you enjoy the last (ish) installment. 😛

I can’t do this.

A routine night job usually took less than ten minutes to complete. The task was simple: locate target, terminate, leave the scene without a trace. The rules never changed and a second of hesitation could sabotage a whole mission. That was never an issue for Elsa. Being an elite, top sniper and feared entity of her class, eliminating what—whoever—was assigned to her was as easy as counting from one to five. But tonight was different. She had been counting one to five repeatedly for the last forty five minutes, her finger positioned over her semi-auto, only a simple movement away from accomplishing what she was ordered to do.

5…4…3….2…1….1…2…3….4….5…..

Elsa found the luminescent wall clock increasingly distracting. Her eyes flicked back and forth to the ticking object above her target’s head, her one task proving to be difficult as another sound numbed her senses. It would’ve taken one movement of a finger to finish her mission. It was never hard because she knew every past target—she knew their every move, the threats they posed, their records, the reason why they needed to disappear. She studied each and every case given to her before further action. But right now, being so close to terminating someone who knew her inside and out made her stomach flip upside down. But orders were orders. She wasn’t given the liberty to stray away from this job—and she didn’t want anyone else to do it because she had other things in mind…

Alex Danvers’ soft and quiet snores filled the quietness, her breathing steady and her eyes shut from the world around her. Unaware of the shadow looming over her bed, Alex hugged her small reindeer tightly—an old, rugged, fluffy Norwegian stuffed animal Elsa gave her five Christmases ago. She sniffled, prompting Elsa to take a step back, scared to death that Alex might have woken up from her slumber.

But she didn’t. Something inside Elsa wished for the opposite.

Running a shaky hand down her face, Elsa lowered her weapon, backing away from Alex’ bed as quietly as she could. Everything felt terribly wrong, and the weight of shame and guilt she felt consumed her, making it harder to breathe. What was she even doing here? Was she really about to murder her best friend?

For the first time since she started this job, Elsa wanted to be caught. She didn’t want to do this anymore. Killing as a profession was not something she ever took lightly, and though she was good in hiding it, ending a human being’s life took its toll on her. Whether it was a terrorist organization leader or a drug kingpin, blood still ended up in her hands. And yes, it was rewarding to see justice served and the lives of many saved. But how would the world be a better place without Alex Danvers in it? What did Alex even do?

Before she could start analyzing and questioning The Ministry’s decision to take Alex out, the urge to flee won and Elsa found herself doing everything she wasn’t supposed to do. Rounding up the corner, she tip-toed out of Alex’ room to return to her entry point in the living room. The glimmering moonlight spilling through the window caught her sight, and without thinking twice, she smashed the butt of her sniper against the glass, its impact causing a loud, crashing sound. Discontent, she proceeded to jump on top of the coffee table nearby, her muddied boots leaving their prints on the white sheet above it. An existence—a life without Alex was painfully unimaginable that Elsa shivered at the mere thought of it. Right there and then, she no longer cared about her task. Dropping her weapon to the side, she hid in the shadows waiting for the inevitable to take place.

Only a few moments passed before the booming sound of Alex’ voice permeated the room, already in motion with her 9mm up in the air and ready to shoot the intruder. Elsa made up her mind that she would rather rot in some secret cell under The Ministry’s orders than to never hear Alex Danvers’ voice again. She was caught redhanded and her weapon was—well—under the couch somewhere. It was over. Elsa was now under Alex’ mercy, and it never felt so good to be caught for once.

“How did you get inside my apartment?”

Elsa couldn’t help but smile widely.

A/N: I intended to write something light and funny. Buuuuut that didn’t happen. 

I literally just pulled this idea out of another random daydream from one of my car rides this week.

Blergh. Enjoy my randomness, I guess. 😁

Part I is here. 

“How did you get inside my apartment?”

Alex Danvers was anything but amused by the latest rubble in front of her. Answering her own question, she surveyed her living room, frowning at the sight of broken pieces of what used to be her window scattered on the floor, her curtains drawn and exposing the blustery wind coming from outside. It could’ve been worse, but she found herself making a frustrated noise when she saw the blot of thick, muddy footprints splattered on the white sheet covering her coffee table.

“That is mahogany!” Alex gasped, stomping toward her stained possession while shouldering past the source of the mud tracks. “You had to step on the coffee table?” As a sliver of moonlight spilled through the open—broken— window, brilliant blue eyes lit up, and Elsa Arendelle stepped out of the shadows with a tentative smile on her face.

“I didn’t want to mess up your carpet,” Elsa replied but quickly changed her mind when she looked down and followed the trail of mud she left behind. “I’ll…buy you a new one.”

Alex sighed then rounded up the corner to where the light switch was. Flicking the lights on, she squinted as her eyes burned a little, adjusting to the sudden brightness. The sense of urgency left her as she loosened her grip on her handgun. If Arendelle wanted to take her out, she could’ve done it the second she saw her. But somewhere deep inside, against all logic, Alex believed that Elsa was not going to hurt her. So she opened her hands in front of her, pushing the weapon aside on the countertop.

“Why are you here?” Elsa’s dramatic entrance made Alex question her sanity. A phone call would’ve been appropriate, or a simple knock on the door. It took a lot of willpower to refrain from asking the reason behind Elsa’s unannounced and bizarre arrival that Alex had to bite her tongue back. There had to be a deeper logic to this.

Elsa shrugged a shoulder. “I knew you were gonna come after me anyway, so I guess I’m here to save you some time.” She unzipped the top of her collar before removing her gloves, a casual gesture to assure Alex she wasn’t about to pull out her own weapon. Avoiding her best friend’s cautious stare, Elsa flopped down on the couch, resting her elbows on her knees. “I know you were the one who left that tracker on my bag,” she paused, pretending to mull over her thoughts, “and, oh—my car. And my cellphone. Didn’t know you can do that, but wow.”

“Impressed?” Alex said flatly, raising a brow. “After finding out what you really do, can you really blame me?”

The tension building between them was just as cold and strong as the brewing storm outside the window, threatening to wreak havoc and destroy whatever that was left of their friendship. Elsa took in a sharp intake of breath, her mind running out of options, failing to concoct another excuse—another lie. It was different with Anna. The youngest Arendelle saw past her cracks and blemishes, having nothing but pure admiration for her big sister. Instead of feeling accomplished, Elsa hated herself just a little bit more. She didn’t know how she continued to live with herself after all those times she lied to her sister’s face—to Alex’ face. 

But Alex was no Anna. She saw Elsa’s cracks, inconsistencies, unannounced absences, and she wasn’t going to extend the same grace Anna continued to give without any trace of doubt. All she had to do was give Henshaw a call, or the local police. Ten days had passed and all she did was dodge what was supposed to be inevitable—what was supposed to be right. Even Kara knew how hard Alex was taking this that she took it upon herself to monitor Elsa’s movements, making sure that there was no other casualty by following—flying—around the city, trailing after Elsa like a hawk, ready to stop her just in case she was to commit something irreversible.

Elsa was also Kara’s best friend. And she was ready to scoop Elsa into the skies should she ever see her doing something extremely stupid and illegal.

Inside those ten days, Kara—Supergirl— found herself empty-handed and lacking evidence of Elsa’s alleged crimes. She didn’t know whether she missed her chances of catching Elsa in flagrante because she was busy tending to both CatCo’s and the D.E.O’s demands, or that Elsa was simply too smart and knew she was being watched. Nevertheless, the Danvers sisters kept their mouths shut regarding their latest discovery. Winn and James had no clue, and that was exactly what Alex wanted. Apart from Kara, Alex could only trust Hank, the bearer of this unfortunate revelation, with this heavy burden.

Even though what Elsa was doing went against everything Alex stood for, Alex simply could not give her up to the authorities, stalling and begging Hank for more time. Bright, blue eyes were met by dark, brown ones—the very same ones that looked at Elsa without any hint of judgment. There was only pain, and Elsa felt her heart crack by the slightest bit and then suddenly all at once. Alex’ guarded demeanor was replaced by something that resembled sorrow, and all Elsa wanted to do was apologize profusely for the next ten thousand years and gather her up in her arms right there and then.

“It’s not what you think.” Elsa wanted to give herself a medal when her voice came out steady, not broken. She felt something inside her collapse at the sight of Alex wiping a tear away from her cheek, her gaze distant and aimed toward the floor where Elsa’s boots were. “I’m—I’m not what you think.”

A dry chuckle escaped Alex’ lips. “What the hell are you talking about?” she retorted, shaking her head in disbelief as if Elsa had just declared her reign as queen in some animated Disney movie. “Your DNA blew up like fireworks when the forensic guys ran those scans,” she said as she started to advance to where Elsa was sat, “it was your hair, and that was you in those videos.”

“Yes, I know I took those guys down and—”

“Point given!” Alex interrupted, flailing her hands in exasperation. “So you do admit to being guilty? What do you want, Elsa?”

Elsa had fallen quiet. Whatever it was that she needed to say could no longer be sugarcoated. There were no other excursions she could take to prolong what was needed to be done, and she was running out of time. What did she want anyway? Coming to Alex vulnerable like that knowing what was at risk was beyond reckless, and she was not only compromising her safety but also Anna’s. Yes, that seemingly minuscule and stupid error blew her cover, but only an advanced group of people could detect something so subtle and so specific. Her suspicions were right, she knew exactly why news of her mishap landed on Alex’ hands in a silver platter.

Elsa wasn’t the only one hiding secrets.

A loud boom rolled across the skies, announcing the arrival of rain. The air and the atmosphere grew heavy as Elsa’s mind desperately clung on to what she needed to say, what was needed to be done. The thunder that roared paled in comparison to the stampede taking place inside Elsa’s chest. Her nerves tingled and perspiration was starting to dot her forehead, leaving her flushed and anxious. With her throat dry and congested with words she was struggling to form, Alex sat on the edge of the sofa, now mere inches away from her.

For some reason, Alex being nearby soothed her uneasiness. But that only lasted for a split second as she decided to face the music. “I know you work for the D.E.O.,” Elsa started with an undertone of worry in her voice, “I know about Kara…and Supergirl.”

Alex didn’t know whether to laugh or cry or take Elsa out right that moment and toss her into the same cell where she detained Max Lord. Taken aback and unable to hold a straight face and fake stoicism, she held on to what little control she had left. Alex had known Elsa for years. She knew every move, every tic, and every expression. As lab partners and medical student colleagues, they had lived their lives very closely. She could spot Arendelle from a mile away, that was why it was so easy to confirm that she was the assassin in question. But with the wind knocked out of her lungs, depleted by the last string of words she heard, Alex could only stare back at the blonde. She could only look at the face of her best friend that had no tinge of deceit in them. Elsa didn’t break eye contact. Her silence and her haunting look spoke volumes, causing Alex’ heart to sink.

Elsa knew…everything.

Out of all the questions she could ask, the amount of lies she had strategically prepared to counter any involvement in the D.E.O and her relationship with Supergirl, Alex could only muster a simple question. “What are you trying to do?”

Another thunder ripped through the sky.

“Those men that I terminated,” Elsa uttered slowly, clenching her fists on her sides, “those were Lex Luthor’s men. The Ministry sent them with me.”

Alex shook her head. “I don’t understand. You took down your own partners?”

Even with her collar zipper loose, Elsa could feel her throat tighten once more. “I found out The Ministry’s involvement with LuthorCorp that’s why I did what I did.”

Alex didn’t like where this was going at all. She started to feel queasy, unsure whether she wanted Elsa to continue. But before she could decide, what came next out of Elsa’s mouth sent her world tilting upside down.

Yes. There is a coffee brand literally called “Fucking Strong Coffee”. DA!Elsa would be all over that.

“Can you get me some of that ‘Fucking Strong Coffee’ from the store, Anna?”

“Not deathwish coffee again?”

“Not deathwish. Fucking strong coffee.”

“I can’t think of any coffee stronger than Deathwish!”