The ailment of the queen
Something about him crept her to the core.
Elsa knows she is the last person to approach, tackle or remotely mention creepiness in any shape or form but she couldn't help but .. feel it.
There is a tinge of madness in his green iris, the rims of a red moon in the vast forests of green and she doesn't feel good about it.
Hans Westerguard, the 13th prince of the Southern isles, had something about him that didn't feel quite right, that made her chill to the bone, ice threatening to spill out of her fingertips.
Anna doesn't see it .. wouldn't see it until it is too late but Elsa, she did.
Elsa was unfortunately right.
Anna paced around the room, as the doctor examined Elsa. The common colds, they have become common occurrences since the coronation, each cold more hostile than the precedent, each cold more feverish .. each cold, an icy outburst from the magic Elsa can no longer contain.
This cold however, came with a new symptom, a mark between her neck and shoulder blades, blazing red.
"Your highness" he curtsied
"Head doctor"
"I am afraid the queen is not in good health"
"I can see that doctor" Anna almost snapped against her will, but she was in no mood for politeness or phoney pretences, Anna needed answers, she needed to know what was happening to Elsa.
"I can find no organic cause, no ailment that I knew or studied that would cause those symptoms, I am sorry, your grace" he casted his eyes to the ground
"You are dismissed, doctor"
"I have never seen you quite like this" Kristoff said as he straightened his back against the pillar he was leaning on. He stood farthest in the room, hiding behind the pillar.
"What do you mean by this?"
"I mean serious, frantic even'
It was moments like this one that brought out the stark difference between Anna, his Anna and Princess Anastasia of Arendelle, moments that drew multiple lines between them, not rifts maybe but lines that were there, only hidden behind the drapes of love.
"I .." she swallowed hard on her words "I don't know what to do"
"I already told you, let's take her to the trolls"
"The trolls' methods may be unsuitable ... archaic"
"Anna, your father took both of you to the trolls when you were injured, the trolls helped you when you were searching for Elsa. They might know something, especially since the doctor doesn't"
She lowered her head in resignation, unbeknownst to Kristoff, it was Elsa's wish not to go to the trolls, partially due to fear but Anna's back was against a concrete solid wall, it was dead-end. She had to take her there.
"Kristoff, prepare Sven and the sledge, we have no other choice"
She is in a whirlwind of hunter green and red, blood red ... rage.
Elsa is running , she is running fast, forging her way across the red land, a trail of blue blazing behind her .. ice, ice across a barren land.
howls and howls, there is a blizzard and a shadow...there is a sword at her back.
'Queen Elsa'
She flinches, Anna notices as she sneaks Elsa out.
"Everything will be alright Elsa, I promise"
"It is magic against magic, Anna"
"What do you mean, grand pabbie?"
"Her magic clashed with another magic or worst a curse"
'How? Elsa never met another magical person, she would have told me"
"When did it all start?"
"After coronation I think, I don't know what used to happen before but ..."
"We will have to wait until her fever subsides and she can talk, Bulda is working on a potion for that"
His arms were chained to a wall, his legs were tied together, tonight was one of those nights, tonight was his birthday, tonight he would be born again as per month.
'Mother moon, harbinger of pain, be merciful tonight' he pleaded.