A/N: Okay something totally different than I normally write. A dark Elsanna fan fiction about serial killer and sociopathic Elsa who only shows emotions for her sister Anna. Everyone's ages from the Frozen film are the same in this fan fiction. Elsa being twenty-one and Anna being eighteen. Alright, I'll let you guys go.
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The institution was disgustingly clean. White, pristine walls and sea green tiles that lined the floor. With the sunlight pouring through the crystal clear windows, Elsa studied the middle-aged woman who served as her therapist. She could feel her eye twitch with annoyance at the woman's chastise and content voice. Paying little mind to the woman's tedious speeches; Elsa watched the way her mouth would move or the anxious twitches she made with her hands. The tip of the woman's pencil scratching against the notebook paper, and the ticking sound of the desk clock, it all made Elsa's blood boil. The session seemed to last hours rather than minutes. She was hungry, exhausted, and bored.
Shuffling the papers aside on her metal desk, the woman abruptly stood from her chair. "That will be all, thank you Elsa." Her voice professional as she spoke.
"It was my pleasure." Elsa muttered, a depraved smile tugging at the corners of her lips.
A shiver traveled down the woman's spine, before she left the room, leaving the two police officers to unfasten the handcuffs that chained Elsa to her seat. Being yanked back onto her feet, the guards mirrored each other by standing at Elsa's sides. They effortlessly led her back to her noiseless and secluded cell. Which Elsa was thankful for. Her tolerance for the irritating therapist lady was diminishing. If she was sentenced to spend any more time with that woman, she'd use the pencil to slash open the woman's throat.
Securing the heavy metal door of her cell-room, the officers left Elsa alone to ponder in her own execrable thoughts. She gradually seated herself on the sky blue sheets of her cot. The base of her shoes touched the firm floor - while she stared blankly at a petite stain that sullied one of the four ivory walls. She let her hands descend into her lap as a memory plagued her mind.
"What are you doing in here?" Elsa questioned angrily at her younger sister, Anna, who'd unexpectedly barged into her bedroom.
"I'm worried about the puppy I found yesterday." Anna seemed small to her in that moment. Her turquoise eyes board and scared. "He's missing, I've searched everywhere." Warm tears began to cascade down Anna's freckled cheeks.
An unfamiliar feeling crept within Elsa. Her eyes widened momentarily, while her eyebrows shot up in fear and guilt. Fear of being caught, and guilt for hurting Anna. These were emotions that even a child her age knew, but Elsa had never experienced them before. It was foreign to her. She watched as Anna sniffled loudly and closed the door behind her as she left the room.
Elsa hurried over to her plastic toy box - shoving past random trinkets to reach the bottom of the box. She carefully pulled out a small object that was wrapped loosely in a grey towel. Elsa removed the urine soiled towel from the terrified puppy that was hidden underneath it. Somehow, the puppy was still alive. It's tiny chest heaving rapidly, trying to breathe in all the air it had lost.
Moving over to her window with the puppy in hand. Elsa slid it open and eased the puppy onto the grass outside. She quickly seized the towel from the floor and tossed it under her bed.
Opening her door she forged a smile and called out for her sister. "Anna, come here!"
"What, what?" Anna eagerly bounced back in Elsa's bedroom.
Elsa pointed over to her gaping window - making Anna race past her. Anna gasped with excitement, once she saw the puppy she'd been searching for. The young girl gently picked up the puppy from outside and carried him in her hands.
"Olaf, you're okay." She sighed as she stroked his pale fur. "Thank you, for finding him." Anna beamed up at her sister.
Elsa shrugged nonchalantly. "You're welcome." She was strangely satisfied by seeing Anna happy and carefree again.
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Elsa's muscles flexed involuntarily under the tight restraints, that prevented her from moving even the slightest bit. Earlier the same day, in the mess hall one of the many patients waiting in line, aimed to make Elsa's life a living hell. The patient taunted and laughed as she tried hopelessly to ignore him. Her anger was seething; her fists clenching and unclenching at her sides. When he shoved his hand against her shoulder, she grabbed one of the plastic forks from the counter. Skillfully plunging the utensil into the flesh of his stomach. She twisted the fork within him - causing him to cry out in pain. In minutes the police officers hauled her away to where she was held now.
Elsa attempted to turn her head in the direction where she heard a door being shut, but the strap around her head wouldn't allow it. Looking from the comer of her eyes, she could somewhat make out a man in a white coat. The man was rummaging through multiple drawers. She continued watching from the corner of her eyes, until she saw the man hover over her.
"Hello." He greeted while calmly putting on a pair of latex gloves over his hands.
For a brief moment the man's eyes wandered over Elsa's clothed body, making her tense immensely with aggravation. Wanting to desperately lash out at him, but stopped herself before doing so.
"I highly recommend that you relax, please." He informed - settling a hand on her rigid shoulder.
A painfully, glaring light was switched on above her. Without warning a jolt of pain tore through Elsa's entire body; a surge of electricity. She desperately wanted to scream, but she was unable to. Her jaw clenched as she pressed her eyelids tightly together. Her mind was racing from one irrelevant thing to the next as the excruciating discomfort roared throughout her.
Somewhere in the far back of her depraved and detached mind, she ached for Anna's company. For the first time in her life, Elsa felt frightened and alone. Remembering when her parents had died in a car crash only three years ago. All she wanted was to be able to comfort Anna when they died, even though she didn't know how to. Elsa sank her teeth into her tongue, the coppery taste of blood filling the inside of her mouth. Unknowingly, tears crept from the creases of her closed eyes.