#wiintersqueen

     So this was rock bottom. Staring at the coast that he had once nearly called his own, a bitter taste permeated his mouth. Newly appointed Envoy between the two kingdoms, as if Hans had wanted the position! Arendelle was a pain of the past, a bouquets of flowers long past their prime, but here he was, being sent to practically serve it.

     He had tried to fight this, but he could see it in his brother's eyes how much they wanted him gone. Even worse, the very queen he tried to kill would have say over him. He could only sigh at the mess he was in. It it had been before, maybe he could have tried to worm his way into her heart, but if his sources were right she had become much more confident, at least on the surface, and with his treasonous nature known any future plans would have to be well played indeed.

     He did not waste time once he landed though. Quickly he made his way to the castle (which was noticeably touched by her magic now) and unpacked what little he could bring on such short notice. Tiredly he plopped back onto the bed and took a deep breath in, then out, watching the air chill his warm breath as he exhaled.

     Autumn was cold this year. Maybe it was a sign of more to come, or maybe it was her magic at play, he did not know. All he knew was within twelve hours he was supposed to meet her majesty for the official appointment papers...

     *knock, knock, knock*

    He sat up, quickly buttoning his vest back up and moving to the door. Checking himself quickly in the mirror before he opened it, Hans put on a smile before turning the knob.

     She was there.

{ You're not gonna get her. }

This view from the rooftops made for quite the vantage point. At one end of the massive city block, a couple of HYDRA's usual suspects were on a mission. At the other end, their target: Elsa. The woman with the blonde braid was a familiar face -- not personally, as they had never met -- but professionally. S.H.I.E.L.D. had been keeping tabs on her for a while, and with good reason. She was an assumed mutant with some seriously chill powers. Literally.

        ❝Too bad, boys.❞ Evelyn shook her head at the HYDRA agents working their way towards Elsa. ❝I already called dibs.❞

As far as she could determine, HYDRA had one of two intentions. Option A: Recruit her and weaponize her abilities for their initiatives; or Option B: Eliminate her since she could be a potential threat. Either way, she wasn't going to let them succeed. Evelyn sprung from the rooftop, skidding her way down the fire escape in a blur of purple and black. This was her disguise; Sentinela, the masked vigilante. The unnaturally colored wig, the black get-up, the concealing mask -- perhaps silly, but all important for her own security when dabbling in HYDRA's affairs. To her knowledge, it had worked so far.

{ Just work a little longer for me. }

Out of the corner of her eye, Evelyn caught one of the agents aiming his gun right at Elsa. Once her boots hit the pavement, she sprinted into action. Within seconds she had blindsided the blonde woman, sacking her like a linebacker on Sunday. The two rolled into the alleyway beside them, Evelyn herself colliding with a couple trash cans in the process.

        And there it was, arrayed in all of its scrawled, and         inky, glory. You could almost see the absentminded         brilliance bleeding through the hastily composed fugue          on the restaurant napkin.