Hey guys! I'm back! Did you miss me? :) Well, here's my latest story, which is actually just going to be a two-shot of Anna and Elsa taking care of each other while sick. This was requested by smurfsandharrypotterrock12. (But actually, I had this idea in mind before the request.) I had a hard time getting this up. At the end of last week, I had a good portion of this first bit written and saved on my computer, but then my hard drive crashed, and I had to get it replaced. I didn't think to save my unfinished chapter on an outside source, like a flash drive, so I lost everything that I had already written. But over the weekend, I was able to re-type most of it from memory and save it on a flash drive. There are some bits in this finished version that are either altered or completely new, which were bits from the original that I couldn't quite remember. But I think it turned out well despite the difficulty. So anyway, this first one is Anna getting sick and Elsa taking care of her. Hope you enjoy! :) DISCLAIMER: I do not own Frozen or any of its characters, just the one OC I put in here.


Chapter 1: Sick Anna

Anna was sick. She hated being sick. Everything about it made her feel absolutely miserable: the headaches that pounded like a drum against her skull; the stuffy head that slurred her speech slightly when she spoke; the coughing that racked her slender frame; the dry, scratchy throat that seemed to get no relief no matter how much water she drank; the sore, aching muscles that screamed in protest every time she tried to move.

But the worst parts were the fevers and chills. She could never seem to get warm. She would throw a good half dozen heavy quilts and comforters on her bed, but they did little to no good. She would eventually end up curling herself into a ball, shivering uncontrollably until she fell into a fitful, fever-induced sleep.

Of course, it was usually her own fault she got sick in the first place, either staying outside too long in cold winter weather or getting caught in the rain and not taking her wet clothes off right away when Elsa told her. She knew her sister meant well and was only looking out for her, but she couldn't help feeling a little annoyed. After all, she could take care of herself.

But this was one of those times when, despite her determination to prove otherwise, she absolutely could not take care of herself. Unfortunately, though, there was no one around. As it was Sunday, most of the castle staff, including Kai, Gerda, and Dr. Olsen, the family doctor, had the day off; Elsa was out in the village somewhere on her weekly visit; Kristoff and Sven were out on a delivery (Anna had protested this multiple times in the past week, saying she didn't understand why Kristoff had to work on Sunday, when he should be spending time with his family, but Kristoff had just shrugged and said, "Ice doesn't deliver itself"); and Olaf…..well, she didn't know what Olaf got up to when he wasn't around. So it was safe to say that Anna was alone in the castle.

It was almost noon, but Anna was still in bed. It was common knowledge in the castle that the princess slept late, so everyone usually left her alone to wake herself up. If she needed to be up early for something important, like a meeting, then Elsa would be the one to do the waking. But today, she just didn't feel like getting up. She curled herself into a tighter ball, desperately trying to get warm. She debated for a while on going down to the kitchens for some hot cocoa, but her fever was making her feel lightheaded, and she didn't think she would make it without collapsing.

Eventually, though, her stubbornness won out, and she dragged herself out of bed and over to her changing screen. Despite the warm, balmy temperature that was characteristic of Arendelle's springs, she pulled down her dressing gown and haphazardly pulled it on. Still shivering slightly in her thin summer nightgown and matching robe, she pulled one of the heavier blankets off her bed and wrapped it around herself before making her way to the door. It took her a few tries to get it open, but she finally managed it and stepped out into the hallway. She had barely made it to the stairs when she heard a voice from somewhere down below. In her fever-induced haze, she could just make out the vague outline of someone large.

"Hey, you're awake! Finally," said Kristoff, smiling as he started up the stairs toward her, his ice harvester boots clunking on each step.

Anna tried to move toward him, but her legs finally gave way and she toppled to the floor.

"Anna!" Kristoff ran up the last few steps and knelt down next to her. He placed a large but gentle hand on her forehead. "My God, you're burning up. We have to get you back to bed." He put his arms around her as though to carry her, but Anna weakly pushed them away.

"No," she croaked. "I can…..do it…..myself."

"Anna, you can barely stand, let alone walk," said Kristoff in a worried voice. "I'm surprised you made it this far."

Anna barely registered what he was saying. "No," she whispered. "Elsa….." But finally, the last of her strength left her, and the last thing she saw was Kristoff's worried face before everything went black.


When Anna awoke sometime later, the first thing she saw upon opening her eyes was a pink ceiling with a familiar flowery pattern around the edge. But as it was lost in shadow, she couldn't be sure. This confused her. The only place in the castle that had that pattern was her bedroom. But she couldn't be there, could she? She tried lifting herself up to see better, but her limbs felt heavy, so she flopped back onto a soft mattress.

It was then that she felt something cool and wet on her forehead. She reached her hand up and felt a cool, wet cloth on her forehead. Even more confused, she looked around the room she was in. Like the ceiling, everything else was also in shadow, the curtains having been drawn and the only light being that of a small lamp on the nightstand. But despite the dimness of the room, she was able to peer through the gloom and make out the vague outline of a vanity, a wardrobe, and a changing screen. So she was in her room, but how had she gotten there? She turned her head and saw a figure sitting near her bed. Immediately, she knew who it must be. There was no mistaking that hair.

Elsa was sitting in a chair near Anna's bed, her familiar platinum blonde braid draped over her left shoulder. Her head was resting against the back of the chair and her eyes were closed in sleep. A leather-bound book was held loosely in her hands. It appeared she had fallen asleep while reading. Anna tried to say her name, but it just came out in a croak.

"Elsa."

Elsa startled awake so suddenly, she sent sparks of ice from her fingertips. When she looked around and saw that Anna was awake, she leapt out of her chair. Her book fell to the carpeted floor with a muffled thump, but she ignored it as she hurried to her sister's side.

"Oh, Anna, thank God," she said, taking one of Anna's clammy hands in her pleasantly cool ones. "How are you feeling?"

"Throat…..hurts," Anna managed to croak.

"I'll make you a glass of water," said Elsa, and she did just that. She waved her hands and formed a delicate drinking glass out of clear, shimmering ice. She waved her hands again and filled the glass with ice cubes, which she melted into ice cold water. She helped Anna sit up before giving her the glass. Anna gulped the water down gratefully.

"Thanks," she said, speaking more easily now. "How long have I been asleep?"

"Just a few hours," Elsa answered. "Dr. Olsen was worried that with your high fever, it might be longer, but it looks like he was wrong. Of course, that might be because I helped." She smiled mischievously, and Anna instantly knew that Elsa had used her magic to help bring down her fever, and she loved her sister even more for that. But then Elsa's smile faded and turned into an expression that Anna knew all too well.

"You were worried, too, weren't you?" she asked softly.

"Oh, Anna, you have no idea!" said Elsa, taking her hand again. Tears started streaming down her cheeks. "Your fever was so high and your breathing was so shallow." She paused, and then she voiced her greatest fear. "I – I thought I was going to lose you again."

"You can't get rid of me that easy," said Anna, smiling. Elsa smiled back a little weakly. "By the way, how did I get here?"

"You mean you don't remember?" Elsa asked. She actually wasn't all that surprised that Anna didn't remember much, if anything, before her blackout.

"All I remember is walking somewhere and then someone talking to me," Anna said. "It sounded like Kristoff."

"It was Kristoff," Elsa confirmed. "He was the one who carried you back to your room after you blacked out." She was immensely grateful to him for that. She had to remember to thank him for that later. "He then managed to find me in the village and I summoned for Dr. Olsen. Which reminds me, he ordered that I inform him the minute you woke up. He'll want to perform a quick check-up on you."

"But I feel fine," Anna insisted.

"Anna, you have a fever, you're far from fine," said Elsa.

"But Elsa—" But just then, she was overcome by a bout of coughing that racked her chest. Elsa quickly refilled the glass with water and gave it to her. She downed it quickly and flopped back into her pillows.

"See?" said Elsa. "You're not fine. Now I'm going to fetch Dr. Olsen. Do you want me to have Kristoff come up here to keep you company while I'm gone?"

"I suppose," Anna mumbled.

"And if you're good and sit still during your check-up, maybe I'll talk to Gerda about arranging a supper tray for you," said Elsa, sounding like a mother placating her child.

"Fine," Anna mumbled again.

"Okay, I'll be back soon," said Elsa, making her way to the door. "Stay in bed." And she left, closing the door softly behind her.

As the minutes of Elsa's absence lengthened, Anna thought back to what Elsa had said. She had blacked out due to her high fever, and Kristoff had brought her back to her room. She tried to remember what had happened before that, and could vaguely recall that she had been walking somewhere. But where, and for what? With her head somewhat clearer than it had been this morning, she couldn't believe that she had tried to get out of bed for something in the state she had been in. True, it was part of her stubbornness streak, but usually when she got sick, she didn't feel like going anywhere or doing anything. What had possibly possessed her to get out of bed? The memory of where she had been going and why completely escaped her.

Her thoughts were interrupted by a light knock on the door, which opened to reveal a smiling face with a familiar mop of blonde hair framing it.

"Hey, you're awake," said Kristoff, opening the door wider and stepping into the room. "How are you feeling?"

"I'm okay," said Anna, smiling. "I don't think you should get too close, though. I don't want you to get sick."

"Don't worry about me," said Kristoff, sitting in the chair that Elsa had vacated and taking her hand in his. "I'm a big mountain man, I hardly ever get sick."

Anna laughed, but then was overcome by another bout of coughing. She waved at Kristoff to get her a drink and he obliged, taking a second to marvel at the fact that the glass was made of pure ice before holding it to Anna's mouth and helping her drink.

"Thanks," she said, flopping back onto her pillows again. "That was the worst one yet."

There was another knock on the door, and they looked up to see that Elsa had returned with Dr. Olsen. He was an older man, tall and thin with storm gray eyes and dark hair that was graying at the temples. He was carrying his black medical bag.

"Princess Anna, it's good to see you awake," he said, smiling. "How are you feeling?"

"I'm okay," Anna answered.

"Then I'm sure you won't mind if I perform a quick examination," said Dr. Olsen, moving over to the other side of her bed and opening his bag. "Sir Kristoff, if you wouldn't mind standing next to Her Majesty while I examine Princess Anna."

"Oh, uh, sure," said Kristoff, going over to stand awkwardly next to Elsa.

Dr. Olsen started his examination. First, he used a thermometer to check Anna's temperature. Then he shone a bright light into her eyes and ears. Next, he took out a wooden tongue depressor and had her open her mouth so he could check for swelling inside her throat. Finally, he took out his stethoscope and checked her heartbeat and breathing, having her take deep breaths when necessary. He gave her a spoonful of something from a brown bottle before he packed everything away in his bag and stood up.

"How is she?" Elsa asked in a worried tone when he reached her and Kristoff.

"She will be just fine, Your Majesty," said Dr. Olsen, smiling reassuringly. Elsa visibly relaxed and the worried look slipped from her face. "She still has a fever, though, so keep her in bed with a cool, damp cloth on her forehead to help bring it down. I've given her a dose of medicine to help with her cough, but water is really the best thing for her. Give her as much as she will drink."

"Absolutely," said Elsa.

"I will be back to check on her tomorrow," said Dr. Olsen, making his way back to the door.

"Thank you so much, Dr. Olsen," said Elsa.

"My pleasure, Your Majesty," said Dr. Olsen, smiling again before he left, closing the door behind him.

There was a moment of awkward silence, then Elsa said, "Well, there is something I have to take care of, but before I do, Kristoff, could I see you out in the hallway for a moment?" She opened the door and stepped into the hallway. Kristoff shot a worried glance over his shoulder at Anna, who smiled and nodded encouragingly, before following suit.

"Kristoff, this isn't easy for me to say," Elsa began, looking at the floor and wringing her hands, a nervous habit of hers. She took a deep breath before she went on. "But I want to thank you for what you did for Anna today. You didn't have to."

Kristoff just shrugged his shoulders. "Well, I guess you could say that I was just in the right place at the right time."

Elsa smiled at him. "You're too modest, Kristoff," she said. "You've done so much for my sister over the past year. You should be proud of yourself."

Kristoff's face turned red in embarrassment. He had received praise from Elsa before, but it still took some getting used to. Despite her outwardly calm and friendly demeanor, she could still be a little intimidating at times, especially knowing what she could do.

"I'm so glad Anna found you," Elsa went on. "You're a good man, Kristoff, and I trust you. I know you will show my sister all the love and respect that she deserves." With that, she turned and disappeared down the hallway, leaving Kristoff alone with his very confused thoughts.


Anna's fever broke early the next morning, but after another full check-up, Dr. Olsen ordered that she stay in bed for at least another two days, much to Anna's consternation and annoyance. She was already getting antsy and fidgety from having to stay in bed for an extended period of time. Luckily for her, though, Kristoff was more than willing to sit with her for a few hours, and even Elsa was able to take time out of her busy schedule to spend time with her.

Olaf was also a frequent visitor. The few times when Elsa and Kristoff had other commitments, like when Elsa had a meeting or when Kristoff was out on a delivery, one of them would send for Olaf. The little snowman didn't really understand what was going on or why Anna was in her room all day, but he was pleasurable company. He would tell Anna stories about the adventures he had with Sven in the marketplace, about the flowers he had smelled and picked, and the people he had met.

By the second day, Anna's cough had abated. She still had coughing spells, but they were fewer and farther between, and not nearly as severe as they had been the past two days. After yet another check-up, though, Dr. Olsen insisted that she stay in bed until it was completely gone, at least one more day.

At the end of the second day, after Elsa and Kristoff had retired for the night, Anna decided she felt well enough to take a turn around her room to try to regain some of her strength. But she was barely halfway around when she had another coughing spell. She managed to drag herself back to bed and fell asleep soon after.

By the end of the third day, Anna felt mostly like her usual self again and started pestering Elsa to let her out of bed. Elsa flatly refused, saying that she wasn't allowed out of bed until Dr. Olsen had given her a clean bill of health, and as he hadn't done that yet, she was to stay put. Elsa also pointed out that even though she was Anna's sister and the queen, she wasn't a doctor, and therefore had no more say in the matter than Anna did. That put Anna in her place and she dropped the subject, though reluctantly.

The next morning, Anna's cough had completely subsided and she declared that she was back to normal. So, at her request (or, rather, demand), Elsa once more summoned for Dr. Olsen. After one last full check-up, he declared Anna fit and healthy again. It was the best news Anna had heard all week. Dr. Olsen then gave her permission to be up and about, with strict instructions that she was to take a short walk every day to help regain strength and feeling in her legs. As Anna had been itching to get out of bed the moment she had insisted she felt better, this wouldn't be a problem for her.

Anna's walks started out as nothing more than quick jaunts around the castle. Then, as her leg muscles built up more strength, she moved outside to the courtyard and eventually the gardens. Elsa or Kristoff would walk with her, but it was mostly Kristoff who would accompany her. It wasn't that Elsa didn't want to walk with Anna all those times, it was that she couldn't. Summer was coming and she was stuck in trade meetings most days. Anna loved her sister, and even if she didn't like it, she understood when Elsa's queenly duties sometimes got in the way of spending time with her.

Truthfully, though, Anna secretly liked walking with Kristoff better. He was just the right height for her to lean on. He would hold her arm and help her when she stumbled. They usually had long conversations, talking about everything and nothing.

It was on one of these walks that Anna realized just how much Elsa and Kristoff had sacrificed for her this past week. It made her feel guilty that they would set aside important duties just to spend time with her and make sure she was doing well. She also realized that she hadn't yet said "thank you" to either one of them for being there when she needed someone to take care of her. This made her feel even worse. She had to find just the right opportunity to do so. Fortunately, just such an opportunity presented itself one night after supper.

The sisters and Kristoff were relaxing in the sitting room. A fire blazed in the hearth. Anna was cuddled up on the sofa with Kristoff and Elsa was curled up in a chair, reading a book. At Elsa's gentle but firm orders, Anna had a blanket on her legs. Even though it was now spring, it still got chilly at night, especially when the wind came down from the north. As Anna had just gotten over her cold, Elsa wasn't taking any chances of her catching something else. It was quiet, the only sounds being the crackling of the flames and the rustling of paper whenever Elsa turned a page. Of course, Anna was the only one who could never stand the quiet for long.

"Since we're all together, I just want to say something," she said.

Kristoff shifted so he was looking at her and Elsa put her book down.

"What is it, Anna?" Elsa asked, marking her place and setting her book aside.

"Well, I just want to thank you guys for everything you've done for me this past week," Anna said. "I know it wasn't easy and I'm sorry if I was a pain."

"Anna, you're not a pain," said Kristoff, gently and affectionately squeezing her shoulders.

"Kristoff's right," said Elsa, coming over to them and kneeling down in front of Anna. "You're not a pain. You have never been a pain and you never will be a pain."

"But I made you neglect your duties," said Anna.

"No, you didn't," said Elsa. "My advisors have been taking care of everything."

"But –" Anna started.

"I told them you weren't feeling well and that I needed to take off for a few days to look after you," Elsa interrupted. "They were more than happy to take over. Besides, it's nothing drastically important, anyway, just trade negotiations, and I can do those in my sleep."

"I know, but –"

"And seeing as I'm the Official Arendelle Ice Master and Deliverer – if that's even a thing – I was able to take off for a few days," said Kristoff.

"But this is your busiest time!" said Anna, looking at him in shock and surprise. "How will you earn money if you're not working?"

"Anna, since I met you, I haven't cared so much about the money," said Kristoff, smiling down at her. "I've recently come to realize that money isn't everything to me anymore. I'm just doing something I love, with the perk of getting paid for doing it."

"Haven't you always loved ice harvesting?" Anna asked, frowning in confusion.

"Of course," Kristoff replied. "But until I met you, I was really only doing it to scrape a living. It wasn't until after your sister's summer blizzard that –"

"What Kristoff is trying to say in his ramblings," Elsa interrupted, looking at Kristoff and then back at Anna, "is that there isn't anything in the world that's more important to us than your well-being."

For maybe the first time in her life, Anna was speechless. When she finally found her voice, it was small and quiet. "Do you really mean that?" she asked.

"I never say anything I don't mean," said Elsa, smiling at her.

"Oh Elsa." Anna extricated herself from Kristoff, knelt down in front of her sister, and gave her the tightest hug she had ever given her.

The hug seemed to last forever. When they finally let go, the sisters had tears in their eyes.

"Thank you for taking care of me," said Anna, smiling through her tears.

"That's what sisters are for," said Elsa, smiling back. They hugged again, and this time, they didn't let go.


Well, there you have it! Anna's back to her usual self thanks to Elsa and Dr. Olsen's careful ministrations. I loosely based Anna's sickness off myself. While I don't remember having to stay in bed for longer than a day, I do remember getting fevers and sore throats and sore, aching muscles. The last time I had a cold, I had this really awful cough that lasted at least a week. I hated being sick, but I liked having my mom take care of me. :)

Anyway, thanks for reading! Second one coming soon! :)