The Ice Queen of Canterlot City
Chapter 1: Cold to the touch.

Jackson's POV.

I sigh as I throw away the newspaper "It's official, the government is full of idiots." I mutter finishing off my cup of iced coffee. A particular article definitely put a damper on my mood, a thirteen year old girl was arrested for making finger-guns at other students. I mean what the hell? How is that even acceptable? If she was four or five years old most people would find that "Cute" but a thirteen year old doing this makes her look like the next school shooter in the making.

I exhale my breath trying to calm down trying not to aggravate my condition. I was born with a weak heart, and any excessive excitement would possibly trigger a heart attack, the doctors have me on a transplant list but it's getting longer and longer with each day. This also makes it impossible to become a cop, there's a lot of injustice in the world today and not enough good people and cops to go around. Maybe it's because of all the police dramas and movies I watched growing up with my granddad that had some influence.

A pang of loneliness hits as the memory of attending his funeral a few months prior plays in my mind. I shake my head to clear my head of those thoughts, I look outside and see that the autumn leaves were falling, and I could tell that it would be an early winter from the chill in the air.

Wait, wait, wait. I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Jack Jacob Jackson (Not the most creative name I know. But definitely one of the more annoying ones.) but the few friends I have call me Triple J. Probably a play on the pro-wrestler Triple H, I'm an average height, brown haired green eyed nobody that you'd miss on the street even if I stole your wallet.

Maybe I should look into buying a space heater. I thought to myself as I make my way back to my apartment. I pause for a second but for a moment I thought I heard something. I strain my ears to make out the noise, I could faintly hear the sounds of a struggle but it was muted, as though I was wearing ear muffs at a concert, I focused my hearing even more and that's when I heard it.

"Give me your money, you goddamn bitch! Otherwise..." a male's voice growls deeply almost sounding feral in nature.

"HELP! PLEASE SOMEONE HELP ME!" a woman's voice was screaming but for some reason no one was hearing it. My blood ran cold at those words, I could feel my hands shake at the thought of actually interfering with a mugging. I could easily get injured or worse yet killed by either the mugger or my medical condition. And for a moment I thought about running to a cop or ignoring it...

"PLEASE! I DON'T WANT TO DIE!" the woman shouted as I could hear her struggling against her attacker, I heard the sound of something falling onto the ground, I could only assume that she had dropped her purse.

"Too bad, no one can hear you scream. Tell you what, if you let me "Sample" some goods from you maybe I'll let you go." the mugger soon to be rapist said to her "And don't bother screaming anymore. My "employers" were kind enough to give me a nifty little device that mutes sounds within a certain radius, otherwise it's just white noise." my eyes widened at that, though it would explain how no one could hear them but me but that begs the question as to how I could. The woman's voice dropped to the point where even I could not hear her, I could only assume that she had started begging to not do it.

I close my eyes and take a deep breath, and exhale before my eyes open with a resolve and I march into the alley...

Sure enough in the alley was a large heavyset man with a scar on his face and was holding a large knife in his hand. He was looming over a woman who looked frightened.

"HEY!" I shouted catching the two off guard and without thinking I bum rush the man making sure to hit the man in the lower torso hard enough to make him lose his breath.

*SHINKT* The all too familiar sound of steel piercing flesh reaches my ear and even though I know the inevitable my hand reaches to my chest where the mugger had stabbed me.

"Nice try kid. Maybe in your next life you'll bring guys like me to 'justice'." he mocked.

"I refuse to let people like you pervade the very notion of justice. It's people like you that this society has gone all to hell." I rasped to him.

He snorted "Kid, justice is nothing more than a glorified revolving door. I get sent to jail and I just get out within a few months due to BS. Face it, justice is a lie. Then again you won't be living long enough to care anyway." he said reaching for the knife that he stabbed me with "And the first thing I'm going to do is slit your throat." he said slowly pulling the knife out, I grit my teeth hard to prevent myself from screaming, I did not want to give him the satisfaction.

"At least I'm going to die saving someone from a piece of scum like you." I said with a laboring breath.

"Heh, too bad you're going to die here kid. I 'almost' respect you for sticking to your guns. But this isn't personal you know? You made it that way when you stuck your nose in something that wasn't your concern." He said lifting the knife into the air, ready to bring it down.

And then all of a sudden the air felt heavier, as though I was underwater but yet I was breathing normally.

What the? I thought, I look around to see the mugger frozen, even the blood on knife was frozen mid-drip.

"Well, it looks like you're in a bit of a jam." A young woman's voice spoke breaking me from my thoughts, I move my head around to find the source of the voice when my eyes sees a woman wearing a familiar crimson and yellow outfit of a Trickster from my favorite game:

"Anna?!" I exclaimed now realizing that I was now breathing normally.

"Well...Yes and No. I am Anna but I'm what you call a "Merchant" and you were originally supposed to stop by my store and buy something from me but this happens. So I decided to come to you." She replied "And before you say anything time here is frozen and you are going to die, nothing I can do will stop that but I'm willing to make a deal with you if you're interested." She said.

"What's in it for you? Aside from cash?" I ask her.

"Well for one I'm saving your life. Now I admit I am greedy but not so much as to let someone die on me. Besides, I'm offering you a new life after this." She replied. I thought about it for a moment and decided that I really had nothing to lose if I take this offer.

"Show me what you have for sale." I tell her. Anna's eyes light up as if she struck gold.

"Of course!" she opens her cape to reveal several items, some of them I was familiar with, Batman's Batarangs, Deku's Mask, Hana Song's Blaster, and several others but something catches my attention: A pair of Tessen or Japanese War Fans, I could tell that they were high quality and beautiful. I felt drawn to them like they were calling out to me and waiting for me to answer their call.

"How much for the Tessen?" I ask her.

"For a nice discount of twenty dollars for the pair." She tells me. I weakly pull out my wallet and before I could pull the money out I dropped it. Anna reached down to pick it up and pulls the aforementioned money out and then returns it to me.

"A pleasure doing business with you. And don't worry about this guy, I'll make sure that he faces justice." She said.

"Thank you." I tell her as I could see her fading away.

"You might want to brace yourself, this will hurt like a bitch." Anna's voice spoke up as the feeling of being underwater lessened meaning that time was about to resume. The knife the mugger was using was starting to move ready to hit in a vital part of the body, I followed Anna's instruction and brace myself as the knife pierces my weak heart, killing me almost instantly.

???'s POV

"Well that was a waste of time." The mugger said casually wiping the blood off the knife he used "Not only that but that bitch got away. Tsch." He growled as he stands up.

"Well too bad for you, you killed a customer of mine." A female voice called out catching his attention. He turns around to see a woman wearing the most ridiculous outfit he has ever seen.

"Look lady, if you know what's good for you, you'd forget what you saw. Otherwise..." He let the threat hang as he brandishes his knife at the woman. The woman laughs confusing him "What's so funny bitch?" he growls at her.

"Well if you think you can threaten me with that little toy..." The woman opens her cloak to reveal a jagged sword that was literally crackling with electricity.

"Let's just say my prices aren't the only thing I slash." She said.

End of chapter One

Author's Note

Me: So I'm trying my hand at making a displaced story and I would like to get at least a few chapters in before asking for potential crossovers with others. Originally, I wanted to do Miyabi:

But I felt that Yumi would fit better for this story,but maybe for another Displaced story. Anyway, leave your thoughts down below and until next time Hoody Hoo!