The scar was quite visible when he moved his ear, and when Elsa gave it a look over she wondered if the scar was created by lucky deflection or skill. She fixed him with a quizzical gaze, figuring that one day she would expose her scars and so would he. She spoke softly, “[color=fff200]Vorkshop accident? Good to know. Lucky thing you didn’t lose anything important.[/color]” 

She turned slightly to note the couple had received their drinks. The thin American woman with blonde hair and stunning blue eyes gave her a smile and a wave. Her middle-aged husband with brown hair and too tanned skin, gave a slight nod, but not much else. She waved back then let out a slight yawn, leaning back into her seat. She leaned her cheek against the seat, turning to the window with her eyes closed, "[color=fff200]I vill go over your notes again in a bit, but for now I think I am going to take a nap. Be kind enough to vake me when ve land...husband.[/color]” 

Within a few moments she was out, soft snores coming out of her with ease, still holding Alden’s hand. During the course of the flight she remained sleeping, her head falling against Alden with ease, until the plane started to make it’s landing. She woke with a start, sitting up quickly when she realized whom she was laying on, “[color=fff200]Ahh..Sorry. Plane ride vas faster than I thought. Did you have a good flight?[/color]”

--------------------------------------------------- In the Airport!

“[color=fff200]Ahhh It’s good to be on solid ground again. Sitting so long makes me vant to go for a run...or...go to the ladies. I vill meet you at baggage in a bit.[/color]” 

She patted Alden on the arm heading to the washroom at a fast pace. After finishing her business she exited the beige stalls to wash her hands. The sinks were set up in a straight line a mirror filling half the room to make the green tiled walls seem larger than they were. She took some soap and ran the water slowly, washing her hands quickly. She looked up from her task into the mirror to notice the American woman was exiting a stall behind her. She smiled at the mirror and spoke calmly, “[color=fff200]I hope you enjoyed the vodka, looked like you needed one.[/color]”

The woman walked up slowly her white heels clacking up against the tile, responding with a soft Texan accent, “[color=9e0039]Oh darling. You have no idea. Planes always puts me on edge. You would think after travelling the way I do, that I would be used to it, by now, but every new venture is different.[/color]”

Elsa fixed her ponytail shrugging, “[color=fff200]Eh...Fair. I can’t stand being so high like that. Thousands of feet up in the air makes one feel so vulnerable.[/color]”

The woman was just behind Elsa to the left and did her own fix of her hair, “[color=9e0039]Yeah...small spaces really make one feel uncomfortable. Like now. It’s just me and you, in a small bathroom. Just two lil girls playing with our hair. Anything could happen![/color]”

The world seemed to slow as Elsa understood the meaning of the woman’s words. The Kinks song, ‘[i]You really got me[/i]’ erupted through the speaker when suddenly a sliver of metal cord was pulled around Elsa’s neck and she was pulled away from the sink. She reached up curling her hands over the cord as she was pulled back towards the stalls. Elsa choked violently, as her breath escaped her. She kicked out in panic at the sudden attack, her brain went on overdrive as she was hefted off the ground by the tall woman behind her. A whisper being her ear spoke with a satisfied timber, “[color=9e0039]I always enjoy killing russians. Makes me feel so patriotic.[/color]”

Elsa groaned, her eyes going blurry as she tried to not lose consciousness. She grit her teeth and used her strength to turn her body towards the side of the stall, but the woman just pulled her inside. Elsa took the chance and kicked at the inside of the door slamming the woman backwards into the toilet/wall. The woman grunted but held on. Elsa let her body drop to the ground using the toilet to pull forward, the cord cutting at her neck slightly. The woman lost her grip though, and Elsa fell onto the ground coughing phlegm and blood as breath suddenly came back to her. She didn’t have long to recover when she felt a hand grip her hair and pull her back. She grunted, pulling her arm in before elbowing the woman in the stomach. The woman grunted and let go of her hair, just as Elsa turned around suckerpunching her in the face. The woman fell back towards the stalls blood running down her nose when Elsa spoke in small gasps,”[color=fff200]I was kind enough to buy you a drink...[b]cука[/b]![/color]”

Elsa ran forward twisting to the left to kick the woman in the face, but the woman held up her arm blocking it as she punched with her right. Elsa grunted, feeling the punch connect to her cheek before she grabbed the arm and head butted the woman in the face. The assailant grunted gripping Elsa’s coat as she pulled her up and threw her body towards the sinks. Elsa hit the mirror hard, leaving streaks in the glass before hitting the ground. She spit up some blood, turning on her back to kick at the approaching woman’s shin. The woman fell forward slightly and Elsa moved to her knee punching the woman in the face. The woman spit out some blood before turning back with a few punches herself. Elsa lifted her arm blocking the punches lightly as she was forced back into the wall. When she couldn’t go any further she dropped down letting the woman punch the wall in her absence. She turned elbowing the woman in the stomach to push her back. With her momentum she twisted her leg around leg swiping the woman so that she fell to the floor. She jumped at her sitting on her chest as she punched the woman in the face, “[color=fff200]WHO SENT YOU?[/color]”

The American let out a small laugh, “[color=9e0039]So that was the wrath of Mother Russia? Good try doll, but this ain’t over...YET![/color]”

Suddenly she bucked to the left, making Elsa lose her footing as the woman kicked out, kicking her back into the floor. She stood grabbing Elsa but let her go when Elsa move to her left keeping her arm straight as she swung backward punching the woman away from her. For a second the woman rubbed her cheek, and both of the girls stared at each other, preparing to go at it again. Before that could happen though, a small elderly woman wearing a brown beige coat and a pink scarf over her head entered the bathroom, looking around with wide eyes. The American reacted first pulling out a small gun from her tight red jacket, aiming it at the woman. 

Elsa screamed, “[color=fff200]NO!!![/color]” before she moved, lunging at the American and slamming her into a stall as a bullet went off, barely missing the elderly woman as it smashed into the tile. Elsa took her momentum and reached for the hand holding the gun, smashing it against the porcelain, as she pulled up her knee to ram it into the American’s face. The gun fell to the floor and Elsa had her knee up against the woman’s neck wedging her between the seat and the side of the stall, “[color=fff200]You vanted...ugh...to see the wrath of Mother Russia. How bout this?[/color]”

She pulled to the right, the American’s arm twisting at an angle it wasn’t supposed to, and a click echoed along her scream. Elsa grit her teeth, blood running down her chin, “[color=fff200]Now tell me, who sent you? NOW![/color]”

The woman grit her teeth, her eyes cold, “[color=9e0039]Fuck...you.[/color]” 

Elsa pulled the womans arm further, whispering coldly,“[color=fff200]I said now![/color]”

The woman just smiled, her eyes cold as she clenched her jaw, foam spewing out of her mouth as her eyes began to roll back into her head. Elsa watched in frustration as the woman fell lifeless in her hands. The pill doing it's job. She let the woman fall to the floor, letting out an exhausted breath, before she dug through her pockets to see if she had any I.D. on her. She found nothing, moving to the floor she checked to see if she could find a purse on the floor. Again nothing. She moved back to her feet and walked out of the stall to see the old woman standing there with a confused expression. Elsa nodded at her, before she opened all the stall doors finding no purse or evidence of who the woman was. When finished she looked at the mirror noting the bruise on cheek, her busted lip, and her bloody knuckles, “[color=fff200]Jeez...Do you have a smoke?[/color]”

The old woman pulled up her purse and pulled out a cigarette and lighter, and handed it over slowly, “[color=f49ac2]H...h..here.[/color]”

Elsa smiled, “[color=fff200]Thank you Darlin.[/color]” 

Both women turned to look at the stall, and the long wispy legs poking out of them, before looking back at each other. Elsa took a small drag before letting out some smoke, “[color=fff200]Bitch, slept vith my husband.[/color]”

The woman nodded slowly, “[color=f49ac2]He...better be worth it.[/color]” 

Elsa took another drag then doused the cigarette in the sink, before using some water to clean herself up slightly. A smirk crawled up her lip before she responded, “[color=fff200]He is...in bed.[/color]” 

Both women smiled wickedly, as Elsa pulled on her gloves and raised her collar, heading towards the door back out into the airport, “[color=fff200]Have a nice visit.[/color]” 

The woman didn’t move but gave a soft, “[color=f49ac2]You to..[/color]”

Elsa headed out into the airport with confidence, keeping her head down and her hands in her pockets she kept out of sight as a group of security guards ran past her, pain rocking her body as she headed to baggage claim, eyes open for Alden.