Anna saw colors. All kinds of colors, from blue to purple to red, dancing in front of her, around the room, clouding her all moved. Constantly, without a pause, all in different directions, all at once, so that it was difficult for Anna to focus on one. It was as if they didn't allow Anna to think straight, as if they were constantly slamming into her, knocking the air out of her lungs and causing her to lose balance. Blindly, she reached out, her hands fumbling around until she felt them grip of the phone, and started to dial.
The dimly lit hospital room was white. The white walls were closing in on her, the same way they had three years ago, which was the last time Anna had seen them. Even though she was younger then, she hadn't been as intimidated as she was now. Then, she had her sister to hold her in the dark night, to take care of her, to tell her that everything would be fine. Lies of course; Elsa was well aware of the fact that their parents were dying.
But the closeness had helped. Just knowing that there was someone, even if that person was as much as a stranger to Anna as Elsa was, who was there, was a comfort. Alone in the empty waiting room in the middle of the night, Anna could only stare at the white walls in front of her. They were boring, colorless and plain, yet had no flaw or the people who had sat in this very room. Anna snorted bitterly. She would have never thought that she would come to envy a wall.
"Ready?" A seven-year old girl, her blond hair in a neat braid, shrieked, eagerly looking over her shoulder at two kids, one a blond boy with red cheeks, about the girl's age, the other a four-year old with two bright red pigtails, sitting on the sled behind her. When they cheered, she pushed the sled, and soon they were racing down the hill, the wind slamming into their faces as their laughter echoed throughout the area, the joy hanging in the air between the green pines.
None of them noticed how dark clouds began to cover the sky, turning the glowing white landscape into a black hole. The children also didn't seem to find it peculiar that they were ageing as the sled moved downhill, or how the boy was fading, until he was no longer visible, or how the wind increased in strength, so that it became difficult to hold onto the sled, or steer it and dodge rocks. At some point, the sled crashed, flying into the air and turning over, throwing the two girls off it. The redhead found herself fully grown, breathing heavily as she lifted herself out of the snow. Finally, she stood straight and turned around, looking right into the darkness of the landscape. Her sister, also an adult now, was barely visible, all of her, except for the sickening red of her wrists, blending into the darkness.
"Anna," the older girl whispered, as the younger sister tried to near her. "Stay away. You have to go." A fear that was unknown to Anna laced her voice. "Go!" The blonde yelled, all kinds of colors, from red to purple to blue flowing through her face. "Please, go," she repeated, her voice wavering this time as she slouched, shaking. And finally, one last time, as if she didn't even know what she was begging for, she whispered,"Please." Anna felt like stomping, screaming, crying. She didn't do any of that. She just watched silently, in despair, as her sister collapsed into darkness.
Anna shuddered, awake all of a sudden. The same white walls surrounded her, but in a brighter light than before. In the chair beside her slept a stranger, strongly built and blond hair, looking no older than twenty. With a start Anna realized that he must have placed a blanket on her; a green afghan with sunflowers that Elsa had made her. It took merely seconds until Anna started crying, her body shaking with each sob.
The man next to her woke, placing his hand on her arm as she sobbed. He knew nothing about the colors she saw, or how the furious red that blinded her eyesight was soon taken over by the deep blue, or how the blue was battled by a dark shade of purple. But he held her. When the colors turned back into the white of the hospital walls, he said nothing. Breathing heavily, Anna slouched into her chair.
"I am sorry that we had to meet again like this," he finally stated. When she didn't reply, he continued. "Elsa was so great. I know I never saw her much since we were split up in primary school, but she looked so... okay. It looked like she had control over her life. I- I-" His voice broke. "I- We met last month. Coincidentally. There was something. I couldn't tell what, or whether it was a good or a bad something. But there was something up and she said it wasn't important and that was the first time I had seen her since your parent's funeral so I thought it was none of my business anyway." A pause. "I wish I would have gotten her to tell me. I could have stopped this."
Anna looked up. After staring at him for a moment, she said, "I want to know why." Frustration bubbled up in her and the red, the vivid, ugly red crept back into Anna's vision. "I want to know why she would do something like this, why she would fucking do this to me. She's twenty-one, for fuck's sake, she should know better. She could have come to me!" Tears began to form in her eyes again. She turned and looked Kristoff in the eye. "If- no, when, she wakes up, I want to be able to understand why. Even if the reason is ugly, I deserve to know it." She paused. "Kristoff, I won't be able to find out alone."
He returned her gaze. "I'll help."