Author's Note: First attempt at an AU fiction. Please review and let me know what you think of it!

Her eyes fluttered open. She moved her hands to her head in a vain attempt to quell the pounding headache in her brain. Her eyes closed again to block out searing light from the single florescent lamp in the ceiling. She laid on a simple cot in a simple room. The room itself was a concrete box. Bleak, blank walls surrounded her. Only the far wall had the only variation with a heavy steel door and a large, inset mirror to decorate it.

She pushed herself into a sitting position and rubbed the sleep out of her eyes. Every muscle in her body ached. As she glanced over toward the mirror, she saw herself. She was taken aback at just how pail she was. It was almost as if she had never been outside a day in her life. Her slender frame was covered with a light gray jumpsuit with the letters "A113" printed on the right sleeve and left chest.

A113?

Was that her name? She stood and walked over to the mirror and was taken aback by the bright blue color of her own eyes which contrasted with her bleak gray environment. Her hair was a thick platinum blonde mass tamed by the large braid which sagged over her left shoulder. She stood in front of the mirror for several minutes, studying herself. She noticed subtle bruising on the inside of her right elbow.

How did that get there?

As she leaned closer, her breath touched the mirror. Instead of the fog she expected, a thin layer of ice formed over the surface instead. She pushed herself away from the mirror, terrified. What was wrong with her? She didn't know much. She didn't know who she was or where she was, but she knew that wasn't normal. Maybe that's why she was here.

She walked over to the door and tried the handle. It was locked, of course. She let out an annoyed sigh while she kept her hand on the door handle. Frost crept quickly from her fingers until the handle was frozen solid. She removed her hand from the door and stared at it with disbelief. An idea shaped in her head. Her hand back on the door, she focused hard the locking mechanism.

Nothing happened.

She stepped back, looking incredulously at her hands. How did she do it before? It just sort of… happened. In a rush of anger, she punched the door. The pain she felt run up her arm was dwarfed by the shock at the sight of ice spreading from the impact point.

Anger.

Anger seemed to be the key. She had to get angry at the door. Placing her hand back on the lock, she did her best to get angry at the inanimate object. She closed her eyes and imagined that the door was the source of all her problems and the lock was keeping the answers she needed from her. Her teeth ground together as her face became distorted by anger. The temperature of the room dropped rapidly, but the cold didn't bother her.

As she opened her eyes, she was stunned to see that the entire room was covered with frost and ice, not just the door. Using her shoulder, she slammed herself against the frozen door. The steel creaked and cracked. Another impact caused the lock to break and the door swung open to reveal a dimly lit hallway.

A door immediately to her left was slightly ajar. She pushed it open and stealthily walked inside. The dark room was filled with computers, monitors, and recording equipment. A large window looked into her former abode. Her eyes widened.

A double-sided mirror. Someone was watching me.

Whoever was watching her had apparently given up due to the fact that all of the electronics were shut down. She left the room, careful to leave the door slightly ajar, just as she had found it. Once back in the hall, she began to explore her surroundings. The hallway itself was only about twenty feet long and completely empty. It only contained three doors. One end of the hallway lead to her old room, the door on the side of the hallway lead to the computer room, and she was about to find out where the door at the far end of the hall led.

She walked up to it and tried the handle. Surprisingly, it was unlocked. The door opened into a much larger hallway running perpendicular to the one she just came from. She looked both ways. There was no one visible but she was sure that would probably change soon.

The hall was just as dim and bleak as the rest of the complex. It was unlit save for a strip of florescent lights running the length of the hall and small lamps above each offshoot. The letters "E.L.S.A. Room 53" were painted on the blank concrete wall next to the door she stood in. Maybe that was her name. It certainly made more sense than "A113."

Elsa, as she finally decided to call herself, slowly walked down the hall. Most doors needed card swipes, so she couldn't get in them. One door didn't. The text next to the door read "E.L.S.A. Administrative Offices." The door opened with a creak as she stepped inside and closed it behind her. The office space was more lit than anything else she'd seen so far, but was just as abandoned. She walked through the cubicles, looking for any sign of life.

The mechanical sound of a printer caught her full attention. She ducked into one of the cubicles as the sound of footprints approached. From her hiding place she could her someone walk up to the printer and take the freshly printed copies from the tray while humming gently. Against her better judgment, she decided to leave her hiding spot and confront the newcomer.

Once Elsa was free of the cubicle, she could see the individual. The newcomer was a girl in a business suit. She was checking her new prints for any mistakes. Her hair was dark strawberry blonde in color except for one streak that was nearly pure white. The hair was secured in two braids that flowed over her shoulders. She stood with her back to Elsa as the latter approached. She announced her presence by clearing her throat. The girl spun around. Her green eyes locked with Elsa's blue ones. She couldn't have been any older than Elsa and was most likely younger. The younger girl's expression turned to one of pure terror. Elsa hadn't counted on that reaction. The redhead backed up slowly without saying a word until she bumped into the printer. Elsa continued to advance, intent on getting some answers. The young girl suddenly produced a small handgun from under her suit coat and pointed it directly at Elsa's head.

Glock 17
Caliber: 9mm Luger
Magazine Capacity: 17
Muzzle Velocity: 1500 ft/sec

Elsa shook her head. How did she know all that? She barely knew anything about herself but knew everything about the gun at first glance. In her momentary confusion, the terrified girl grabbed a radio attached to her belt.

"Attention, all units!" she screamed. "She's alive! Administrative offices, C-Level! Send everyone!"

Oh, crap.