Ok so finals are over, hopefully I get my diploma this time. As promised here is the sequel to 'True Love's Final Act'. If you are a new comer, I welcome you and suggest you read the previous story mentioned, and if you are a returner then I welcome you back.

As I also mentioned before in TLFA, this story is called 'Rescue Me', it is based on the song by Kerrie Roberts and I suggest listening to it. As another thing, I do not under any circumstances tolerate flames. I will burn you as bad as you burn me. To quote Mocking Jay with my own bit of flare, "If I burn, then you will burn with me." I am just through with the crap that has been happening. Just a fair warning.

Now that housekeeping stuff is out of the way, here is the sequel. Read, Review, and be Merry!

Rescue Me

Chapter One

Anna stands in the middle of her room staring aimlessly at her floor length mirror. Her eyes, while they were still dull and near lifeless, had gained some familiar spark to them. However it was clear to everyone that knew the princess before the curse, she was still far from recovered.

She could still see two different sets of memories, feel every ounce of pain and suffering in her heart, and still had trouble identifying who she actually was. Was she really a princess? A sister? Commander? Fiancée? As she looks at her reflection, she could see vivid dark circles underneath her eyes due to lack of sleep. The nightmares she had been having consisted of two pasts and once her mind is in its unconscious state, it cannot differentiate between real and fake…and it is all because of the curse. It just so happens that it was one such night she had awoken, and began a ritual that started from the third night since the curse had broken…standing and looking at her reflection, trying to such for any type of truth to her identity…however just like every other night since, all she could see were the lies that lay in the reflective glass.

This waking nightmare lingers
when will the mirror stop telling lies
I don't know where I've been
or where I'm going
But I can't do it alone
I'm reaching out

Sighing she gives up and completes another ritual that has been too much of a recent occurrence. She goes over to the closet and stares at the garments that are inside. Seeing the dresses that are neatly hung, she glares harshly at them before turning an eye to some of her workout and formal uniforms. Glaring also at them she sees more memories of both lives, and making a decision, she goes with one of dresses…with a bit of added protection that had become too much of a habitat. It was not her formal ones, but an everyday casual one. It was Elsa's idea to try and acclimate her back into who she had used to be. To try and dress the part of her personality that had been lost. Anna sighs as she braids her hair into her signature pigtails, and once again looks at herself in the mirror seeing nothing but lies.

She has tried to convey this to her sister, and to Kristoff once she had semi gotten her emotions under some type of control, she even tried talking to Olaf and to anyone that she felt she could relate too, however no one seemed to understand her or where exactly she was coming from. Even Dr. Shepard, who took on the job of being her 'therapist' once the curse had broken, was not understanding her identity crisis. Then again how could anyone? Taking one last disgusted look at the woman in the mirror, Anna crept out of her room and started to make her way to the study.

(chorus)
Rescue me
Show me who I am
'Cause I can't believe
This is how the story ends

Unbeknownst to Anna, Elsa opened up her door just as Anna was exiting. She watched as her little sister started towards the end of the hallway and went down the stairs. Biting her lip, she too exited her room and made her way towards the opposite end and knocked on another door. It took a few minutes, but her knocking was ceased when it opened, "Elsa?" Kristoff asked tiredly as he rubbed his eyes, "What is going on?"

"She left again." Elsa said softly as she looked at him, "It is time to find out what she is doing."

"Ok hold on." He said a bit more alert.

They had known something was wrong now for two months. They had originally thought things had gotten better, after all everything was running as if there was never a curse. Of course Hans was still in the medical ward in a catatonic like state being fed through a special IV tube, Elsa had sent a message to his remaining family with an explanation as to what had happened and what he had done, but his elder brother and father had sent back a letter that plainly said 'Do what you want. As far as we are concerned, there is no one by the name of Hans Westergard of the Southern Isles'. It was disturbing to Elsa as to how easily his family wrote him off like that, but after hearing what had happened back in the Isles before the curse she figured it was warranted; none the less she was treating him the best she could despite the backlash she had received from both her council and surprisingly the medical staff except for Dr. Shepard.

"I took an oath," he had told her when she asked why he was not vehemently arguing with her like some of the other doctors had when she had asked him to help her in this matter, "I solemnly pledge myself to consecrate my life to the service of humanity; I will give to my teachers the respect and gratitude which is their due; I will practice my profession with conscience and dignity; the health of my patient will be my first consideration; I will maintain by all the means in my power, the honor and the noble traditions of the medical profession; my colleagues will be my brothers; I will not permit considerations of religion, nationality, race, party politics or social standing to intervene between my duty and my patient; I will maintain the utmost respect for human life from the time of conception, even under threat, I will not use my medical knowledge contrary to the laws of humanity; I make these promises solemnly, freely and upon my honor." He had recited to her in a noble like manner and the seriousness of his voice to match, "Despite all of what Hans has done, he is still human and therefore a life that I will do my best to save until the very end."

"Come on," Kristoff said startling her out of her thoughts, "let's go find out what she does at night."

He had known that Anna was receiving help for the mental and emotional stress that she had developed since the curse broke, but he (along with Elsa and everyone else) knew that it did not seem like she was getting any better. She had tried to talk to him about what she was going through, and he tried to be as supportive as he knew how to be; but nothing he said or did was of any comfort.

It was actually Elsa that first started noticing her late night ritual of leaving her room, and she had let it go thinking Anna was getting air, however it had soon became clearly by morning's evidence that it was not merely for air, but that it was something else entirely. What was going on was another matter. She had come to him and told him of what she was planning to do, and if he wanted in: which was to follow Anna and get down to the root of the problem. Of course he said yes, after all he fought to get Anna back and he will continue to fight for her.

Elsa was in front of Kristoff as she led them through the halls. She had eventually caught up to Anna in the family portrait room. In the light of the moon, she could make out Anna's hardened and yet pained expression. She wished that she could understand what her sister was going through, and Anna had tried to explain to her how she felt, but Elsa knew that whatever advice or motivational talk she gave to her sister was almost for nothing. However that did not mean she would stop fighting for her sister.

Fight for me
If it's not too late
Help me breathe again
No, this can't be how the story ends

Anna unintentionally took a different path tonight to the family portrait room. She did not know what brought her there or why, however she swallowed a lump in her throat as she looked at the portrait of her parents. She wanted to yell, scream, and set the thing on fire; but a new emotion came to her…indifference. Just as the Commander in her felt, who cared who these people were? What did it matter? She was doing her duty, serving in the name of Arendelle on both sides of the spectrum. She saw a threat and fought to terminate it…the first battle was Hans and his men, the second…well the second was-no there was no second battle! It was a fake and a lie! She shook her head as the inner voices started to whisper and talk to her.

Shaking her head again she fought to look towards the right, which was a portrait of a much younger Elsa and herself standing next to their parents. Both girls were giving secret smiles of a joke only they knew about, while the parents fought to remain a serious, yet kind demeanor but Anna knew that if you looked closely at their eyes you could see the light, joy, and spark in their depths.

Anna scowled at both of them, envying the people in the oil paintings so very much. How was it possible they were once young and innocent? How dare they pretend that everything was ok happy in that damned painting…how dare they…be a happy family…she felt her eyes well up with tears as she swallowed and walked away.

Doctor Shepard said that it would get better, that eventually things would be ok again. Even if it was 'ok', what was that supposed to mean? What was that supposed to feel like? She even went to the dictionary to look the work up, but all it gave her was a bunch of useless definitions that did nothing to ease her mind or raging emotions. All she really got out of it was that it was supposed to be satisfactory. Not exceptional or good, just satisfactory. She tried to ask Elsa and Kristoff's these questions about what 'Ok' meant to them, but they just gave her bad examples and talked to her as if she would crack and fall apart. Not that she blamed them, she was still having flashbacks when she was under pressure, and while she had slightly more control over the outbursts, it was still hard and there had been many times she slipped and saw them as threats.

Moving slowly down the line she saw how drastically different the pictures became until she came across Elsa's coronation portrait. Flashes of her memory came to her and she saw the real coronation day and Hans's coronation day. In fact she saw Hans's own portrait clear in her head. When the curse had broken, all the illusions came down taking with it everything that involved the fraudulent King, "I do not know how to feel about any of this anymore." She whispered to her sister's portrait.

I'm wrapped up and waiting for you
I've lost so much more then I'll ever know
The past, the truth forgotten
find me now
Before I lose it all
I'm crying out

Elsa and Kristoff watched as Anna stare down the portrait of Elsa's coronation picture. They heard what Anna whispered and their hearts ached for her. Kristoff made a move to go inside, but Elsa stopped him and shook her head. Sure enough just as Elsa pulled Kristoff back, Anna made her move once more. This time towards her own portrait being the Commander. They saw Anna's face darken considerably. Elsa had remembered the day she had that painting commissioned. She thought that it was a good idea to have so that future generations could be inspired that they could be many things, and Anna had agreed…of course that had been many months after the first battle, and perhaps as she thought about it she should have taken it down until Anna had come to terms with her current experiences.

Kristoff looked at Elsa and before he could whisper something they heard an aggravated yell and whipped their heads back towards the room to see Anna pointing her gun at her portrait, "This is your fault!" Anna yelled angrily, "This is entirely your fault!"

"Anna!" Elsa and Kristoff yelled as they ran into the room and then halted immediately as Anna whipped back around pointing the gun right at them.

"Stay back!" Anna commanded her voice authoritative and firm.

Elsa marveled at how steady Anna's voice was, but none the less stayed back and held her hands up in peace, "Easy Anna. Let's not do anything rash." Elsa said trying to be just as steady.

"Rash? Are you kidding?" Anna asked incredulously, "I am just getting rid of the problem your Majesty." She snarled out the last part causing shivers to run down Elsa's spine as she turned her gun on the portrait. None of this would have happened if she wasn't the Commander in the first place.

Kristoff looked towards Elsa, who helplessly turned back to him; almost pleading at him to help her, "Anna love-"

"Do not call me that." Anna spat as she spun towards him. Then in a low whisper she says almost to herself, "I do not deserve to be called that."

"Yes you do. Anna please let us help you."

"I do not think you can." Anna states sadly, "Unless you can show me who I am…then I do not think you can." Before either of them could object, Anna finishes with, "You cannot rescue me this time."

"Let us try." Elsa pleaded as she held out her hand, "Give me the gun." Anna looks at her and the gun before turning back towards the military portrait.

Kristoff slowly takes a step forward, "Listen to her Anna. You were doing well before. Please, let us in."

Anna did not hear them though as she continued to stare at the portrait with hate. Elsa and Kristoff took another hesitant step towards her to get a better look. The sun had just started to rise and the small light that was already in the room due to the candles started to get brighter with the small amount of sunlight that was creeping in. They saw that her eyes were dark and instantly knew what was going on…Anna was having a relapse, "Commander?" Elsa called out softly and hesitantly.

Anna's breathing increased and became shallow as she raised the gun and shoved Elsa and Kristoff away, once again pointing it at them, "You thought you were so clever…coming in here and thinking you saved Arendelle. Well I know who you really are."

"No you don't. These are the fake memories clouding your judgement. You know me better than that." Elsa said trying not to get too defensive.

"This isn't you Anna." Kristoff added as he held up his hands and stood in front of Elsa, "Remember who you are. Think about what is real…"

These words hit their mark and Anna's eyes flashed from dark turquois to a duller form of the color, "What is real?"

"That is right." Kristoff said staying in front of Elsa. She glared at him and tried to speak, but Kristoff shook his head and then focused back on Anna, "Real. Your name…" He started to go through the simple prompts that Shepard told them to do if she had a relapse.

"Anna…My name is Anna…" Anna said swallowing, "I am…the Princess…"

"Real go on…"

"Elsa is the…Queen?"

"Real and I am…"

"My…boyfriend." She said as she suddenly dropped to her knees and held her head in her hands.

Elsa pushed around Kristoff and slowly went over to her sister. Anna flinched at her touch, which stung, but Anna sobbed into her after a few moments. Elsa and Kristoff shared a pained look as he whispered dejectedly, "Real…"

Rescue me
Show me who I am
'Cause I can't believe
This is how the story ends

Somewhere outside the gates of time and space, a dark figure sits on a small throne and watches the scene through a crystal ball. He allows it to zoom in closer on the broken woman as she is attempted to be comforted by the ice harvester and the Snow Queen. However he knows it is useless, he knows that the woman would never be the same after what she had just experienced, "No matter how hard you fight, you will lose eventually." He says leaning forward, "Eventually you will come to me just as we agreed."

He watches them for a few more minutes before waving his hand over the crystal ball and says, "Show me Hans Westergard." The image swirled and changed to show a medical room with Hans hooked up to various IVs in a catatonic state. The man waves his hand again and the image changes to a shadowy place where a man in tattered royal clothes is yelling and pleading for help, "Please I am sorry! Please forgive me!"

"Useless. Pathetic. Pitiful." Chanting haunting voices can be heard.

A woman appears and thrusts her hand in his chest were he cries out in pain, begging to die, "How does it feel to have your heart crushed?" She asks in a voice that sent chills down the man's spine, "How could you put your own mother through that? Tell me son, did doing that make you happy?"

"Mother please! I am sorry! Please forgive me!" Hans weakly cries, "Let me go!"

"Too late to apologize my son. I warned you that this was something you could never come back from."

The man waved his hand as the image and the screams faded into darkness before getting up. Something shifted at his feet and let out a low hiss, "All in due time my friend." He says gently looking at the black ball some more for a brief instant, "Eventually everyone will be where they are supposed to be."

As he walked away with the creature slithering behind him, the crystal ball came to life one more time, showing the images of Elsa and Kristoff attempting to comfort Anna, and Hans's torment in the Shadow Realm before the image swims into a black vortex.

Fight for me
if it's not too late
Help me breathe again
No, this can't be how the story ends