"Port side Captain!" The wind was in their favor, the ice floating in the sea moved aside for them, nothing could go wrong with this catch. Elsa gave the helm to Kristoff and moved to port to watch the merchant vessel's meager attempts to flee.

The Northern Atlantic was no place for merchants when winter was closing in and Elsa's ship, the Ice Queen, was renowned for its ability to navigate through ice and storms. Elsa smiled, this would be too easy.

As the Ice Queen closed in on her prey a high, clear voice rang out over the wind, "Fire!"

A cannonball ricocheted past Elsa's shoulder and blew a portion of the opposite rail into the depths. "The merchant ship has cannons, merchant ships don't have canons, is that not a merchant ship?" Elsa leapt up the riggings and practically landed on Olaf in the crow's nest.

She looked up just in time to see the military flag raise from the offending ship's mast.

"Shit." Elsa shook her head, this was not what she needed today, "All port! Full ahead! Canons at the ready!" She shouted across the deck and her crew flew into action.

"Canons ready!"

"Fire!"

The ship rocked with the force of the gun powder explosion and Elsa looked to the military vessel to see one beautifully aimed cannonball cut right through their main mast. It may have been luck, perhaps a god was watching over them after all, but whatever guided that shot was sorely needed because the next round from the military ship cut straight through their top deck.

She watched as several of her crew were blown overboard or hit head on with the steel balls, she gritted her teeth, this naval captain would pay dearly.

The twang of breaking ropes heralded the military vessel's main mast's decent onto their for-mast, the crushing of wood and screams gave Elsa some consolation. They would win, and the captain she'd seen dancing through the wreckage shouting out orders would stay tied to their mast for as long as she lived.

"Prepare to board!" Elsa swung from the rigging, readying her jump to the opposite vessel, now crippled beyond repair. "Board!"

Her crew let out a chilling war cry and leapt or swung across the water. The sound of pistols and steel clanging together didn't distract Elsa from the red-head she pursued. She shoved a colonel over board and climbed up the downed mast, keeping low in the ropes and sail until she spotted the captain.

The woman had twin, red pigtails and a face pulled taunt with worry, Elsa smirked, her crew had her cornered under pistol fire, it was time to make her move. She slid off the mast and sprinted around the boom, catching the captain's pistol with her cutlass as it came towards her.

A face filled with rage and hostility faced her, and Elsa only returned the glare, "Elsa Frost, I should have known better than to challenge you in your waters."

Elsa narrowed her eyes, it was a cold day in hell indeed when a naval captain paid her a compliment, "Do you yield then?"

Her opponent glanced out across her wreckage of a ship, watched Elsa's crew tie up the remainder of her own, and lowered her arm, letting the pistol slip from her grip, "Yes."

Elsa sheathed her cutlass and gestured for the captain to walk toward her crew. "Kristoff, did you find anything we can salvage from this wreck?"

Her first mate nodded with a frown, "Some ammunitions and food, a small chest of gold, and a doctor."

Elsa nodded and turned to Sven, "Leave them a knife and get everyone back to the Queen."

"Wait, leave the food for my crew! The closest military ship is-"

Elsa whirled on the red-head, "Some of my crew died today, be happy I'm leaving your crew with their heads on their shoulders!" The captain bit back her remark and ground her teeth.

Her orders were carried out and as soon as the last pirate was off the military vessel they set off toward Arendelle port, a neutral outpost that gained much from harboring pirates.

As Elsa watched Kristoff pull the last knot tight on the captain's bounds she remembered something, "What's your name?"

Teal eyes glared at her, "Naval Captain Anna Summers."

Kristoff stilled and looked to Elsa, "As in… Admiral Agdar Summers? Commander of the English fleet?"

Anna nodded, "He's my father."

Elsa cursed, it was not a good day.

I want to continue this, but I have calc, so in summer~~~~ *cue music*