There's a bit of physical abuse in here, and drug dependency so if you're not cool with that you should probably turn away.
Disclaimer: I don't own Frozen or Tangled or Disney for that matter.


You hate being sober. You struggle to face your reality, the life you created so of course you pick up the bottle. After all you could never be with her sober. It was just easier that way. You could numb out your feelings. The feelings you get when you see her ginger hair, lying face down on the table, because she stayed up late to do homework you refused to help her with. And how nearly violent it turned. She asks, you say no. She says something underneath her voice, you turn around get mad. Lash out. Smash the glass on the floor. The glass that should've been in your hand. The glass you never should've let go. And you watch her freeze. And for the first time in your pathetic life she looks at you, in fear. You realise your mistake, and you want to apologise so badly for it. You want to get down on your knees. clean the mess up, but you can't because you're the mess. You walk off screaming, yet you could still hear her crying voice, desperately wishing for her sister's return. The sister she used to be able to look up to the sister I used to be. It breaks your heart seeing her like this, and you being unable to cope with the fact that you caused it, you take another swig. "Sometimes I just wish I'd drown." You look forward to the day it might happen. You close your eyes, succumbing to the darkness, hoping they won't ever open again.

But they do. It's Monday. And she needs a ride. Luckily for you, her bus broke down, and her shitty boyfriend (not that you'd be any better) can't pick her up. Unluckily for you, you're craving. You want to reach out and grab something before you leave the house, but then you imagine what it would feel like to be the one she admires. The one she looks up to, aspires to be. And you remember the heart-breaking look she gives to you. And how she's fucking petrified of me. So, you hesitate. But it's enough. You pick up her PE bag, throw it in the boot. You're both in the car, and it's a weird feeling to you because you really don't remember the last time you ever drove sober. How you've managed to keep your license till now amazes you. There's this song on the radio that you're humming to, you don't really remember the lyrics, but Anna does. She sings it, and god her voice. Then it hits the chorus, and everything comes flooding back. You both belt out every held in feeling you didn't even know existed. Briefly, you look at her, and she has this gorgeous smile on her face. You think, wow I made her happy. That overwhelming sense of pride holds you, and for a moment the only thing you feel is on top of the world. But like how all good things come to an end, you reach your destination, Arendelle Sixth form. You trying to savour the moment, offers to take her PE bag to the entrance, but of course her shitty boyfriend and his gang of lads are waiting for her outside.

"Bye Elsa and thank you for the ride." How the fuck is she still thanking you after how you treat her?

"That's fine Anna."

"Yeah, Bye Elsa!" He mimics. But you're not sure if he is, so you ignore watch him place his hand firmly round your sister's shoulder. Waving him goodbye, you tell him

"take care of my sister." Because God help you if you don't Hans. You sit in your car and watch her leave out of view, and gradually you're plagued by this heavy thick feeling of emptiness. A void.

But I know how to fill that.

Anna was like the sunshine of your day, or better yet the air in your lungs. You needed her to breathe, to live. Fuck, how badly you needed her really scared you. You considered getting looked at. Obviously, this wasn't normal, but everything just got in the way. Uni, getting a job, your parents death. It was easier drowning all your issues in whatever you could get your hands on. If my parents could see now. You drive off to work and you never realise how painfully long and dreadful everything is sober. You really consider driving to the nearest Tesco at your lunchtime. If only you weren't located in the middle of fucking nowhere. You let out a troubled sigh and your good friend Kristoff seems to pick up. He asks

"What's on your mind?" But you brush him off. You're pretty sure he deals, but you've never asked. You get back to concentrating on your job, only to realise the amount of work you have piling up. Your boss walks in, Mr Weselton, of course he comes the one day you're sober. And it's intense. You watched two people get fired. Two people who worked harder than you. The only two people who worked dry on this team. It was harsh, watching them being accused of vile accusations, you know weren't true because you watched Mr Weselton do it. You watched him blame these innocent people for his actions. But you couldn't say shit, because everyone knows if you contradicted a single word that came out of his mouth, you'd lose your job and your pay. And you could not afford to lose your pay, especially if Anna had plans on going to uni. Which is why you kept quiet, even though he verbally assaulted you in front of the whole team and blackmailed you into working late. At least, like a good sister, you planned on texting Anna to say you'll be working late only for you to realise you've left your phone charging in your bedroom. Your mantra for today did start off as do it for Anna, it really did, but slowly you found yourself thinking and whispering I need it. And just like that your good day turned back into a shitty one.

You leave work and you feel like crying, you're struggling to cope, you want to throw something, at someone. You've never felt it more. Like a knight in shining armour, your good friend Kristoff notices you need a break, and offers you a bag of magic snow. Because he is the great friend you need, he offers it for free. You take yourself into the bathroom and you snort. Fuck, does that feel good. You walk out good. Like somehow all your issues have melted away. Kristoff sees you with huge smile on your face. He says something you don't really understand, and you don't really care because you feel good. Now you're excited to get back to Anna, and you're screaming "I love my Sister!". Finally, your day is looking up. You don't really remember the drive home, but you do remember struggling to find the keys, and getting through the door. But you don't meet Anna, you meet

"Punzie? You're not Anna?"

"No of course I'm not Anna. Where the hell have you been? Anna and I have been trying to reach you since noon! You get back at eleven! Not even a text or a phone call!" You wanted to explain that you left your phone at home, but really you felt too good. You could barely notice the anger in her voice, or on her face.

"Oopsie~"

"Oopsie? Not even a proper apology? Why are your pupils so dilated? Oh, for fucks sake Elsa, are you high?" You've never seen her more heartbroken for Anna. "Jesus Fucking Christ Elsa, your sister's been abused, and you turn up high?"

"Abused by whom?"

"Get out Elsa."

"You can't kick me out, I live here."

"GET OUT." So, you walk out and drive to the only other person you know you can go to, your godfather, Pabbie. You wake up feeling the effects from yesterday, the events play out repeatedly in your head. Slowly, they piece together, you rush your thank you and drive straight back home, straight back to Anna. But before you could go to her, you're met by Rapunzel. She's still infuriated with you but not as much as yesterday. She tells you "Anna has been physically abused by her boyfriend Hans."

"What?" Everything starts hitting you slowly after. You really struggle to process that your baby sister had been abused, while you the older sister, her guardian had been out of her mind drunk. All the times she had been complaining about how he wasn't treating her right, and how she just wasn't in the mood to see him. Your drunk ass thought they were small things, and that she had bigger issues like her grades. "Hans had been abusing her? Physically?" Immediately you rush up to check on her. She's sleeping soundly, but you can still see the tear stains on her face and pillow. You feel the anger stirring inside you, bubbling. Yet, you're hit with the realisation what if Rapunzel hadn't been here? What would've happened to Anna then? Rapunzel her cousin, managed to do more for her than her worthless sister. You come back downstairs and thank Rapunzel. You thank her for being there for Anna when you couldn't, for supporting her. For putting her to bed safe. For being more use to her than her drug dependant sister. You try to reach for another bottle, then your hand stops at the fridge because you are so overwhelmed with this feeling of worthlessness. You cry. How did you fuck up this badly?

"Elsa go to rehab, please." Later that month you do. You see Anna struggling to cope, and you wanted so badly to be there for her, so you tried. You meet a group of other people, all from different backgrounds trying to get through the same problem. So, when they ask you to tell them your story, you try to put them in your shoes.

*Read from the Beginning*


This is a piece of fiction if you couldn't tell. If this fic inspires you to try drugs, do not. They are illegal in most places and quite bad for you. Not sure what I'll do with this. I might leave it as a one shot, or I might add another set of chapters, but I don't know if I'll follow a plot.

Thanks for reading.

-thatbritishkidd