Icy Court

Back to Work *insert groans here*

Elsa's POV

I woke to the sound of ringing. Monday. Ugh.

I dragged myself out of bed and put on a blue sweater, jeans, and a pair of Uggs. I pulled my hair into a french braid, ate some waffles, and headed to the prison.

I probably sound crazy to go back there, but my choices are...

A. Go back there and actually do something.

Or...

B. Sit and listen to a lecture about the proper care of a gavel.

So... A.

After I got past security, I was escorted to Jack's cell. Where I found... him sleeping. Oh boy.

There was somebody else in his cell. Was that... Yep. The guy who goes by Bunny. Merida's pick. He was staring at the wall and I don't think he noticed me.

"Hey," I said.

He turned his head towards me.

"Who are you?"

"Elsa Winters. Jack's laywer."

"Cool. Just so ya know mate, he usually always sleeps this late and he's nearly impossible to wake up."

"Oh, perfect. How are we supposed to get anything done?!"

"Like this." He pulled a feather out of his pillow and a bottle of shaving cream from inside his pillowcase. I see where this is going.

Jack's arm was dangling off the bed. Bad move. Bunny sprayed the shaving cream on his hand. Jack didn't even stir. Damn, he is a sound sleeper. Now the punch line. Bunny took the feather and tickled Jack's face.

Jack's POV

I was half awake, half asleep. It's weird.

I felt something squishy in my hand. Like a marshmallow. I felt something tickle my face. I smacked it with my left hand.

The hand I felt something squishy in.

That turned out to be shaving cream.

Then I screamed. "Screw you Bunny!! Screw you!"

When I wipe the shaving cream out of my face, I see Elsa through the bars cracking up. I feel myself start to blush. Wait. Do I...? No. No. No. No. No. NO.

After Elsa calmed down from her fit of laughter, we had to work. Ugh.

A guard escorted us to an "interview room". Huh, funny. Last time I was here it was an interrogation room.

We sat down and began to work.

"Before we start," Elsa said. "There's something I want to know."

"What?"

"The night Melanie was killed, why didn't you go into Rage Mode?"

"Maybe the needle he stuck in my arm? Some chemical reaction crap?"

"Okay. Seems legit. Now," Elsa started. "I believe you're innocent. The challenge is, getting the jury to believe that. Ideas?"

I shrugged. "I don't know. Show them the scar?"

"Jack, that's brilliant! He could just get arrested for abuse and that'll be that!"

"Ummm... remember my prints on the gun?"

"Ohh... Right..."

"Wait. There's a camera in Pitch's basement. A security camera. And only Melanie and I know where the feeds are."

"WELL, WHERE ARE THEY?!"

"They're..."

A/N: MWAHAHAHA!!!!
TROLOLOLO!!!!

FIRST CLIFHANGER! AND A DOUBLE UPDATE!

Where do YOU think the feeds are?

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Did I misread the amount of reads of this story has?

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That's all for now! Bye-bye!

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