I don't own Frozen. Stolen Ice and its characters belong to Aesla. This fanfic takes place after the events of chapter 51.

"Hm. That's sad." Olaf said. Jane was busy at the computers, each screen a vague, indistinct blur of activity. "Would that have happened if you had been there?"

"What would have, Olaf?" Jane muttered.

"The selective search program running on local radio chatter has given a hit. Medical care units have picked up someone matching Ms. Anna's description. Attempting to confirm from local feeds... yes, it's her."

Jane's eye twitched and her head whipped around to look at Olaf. "What? What for? An accident?"

"They were called in for an opioid overdose."

"What?! God DAMNIT, Anna!" Jane slammed her hands down on the keyboard rest, causing a scattering of trash and papers to float to the floor. "How serious is it? Have they identified her?"

"Ms. Anna was unresponsive when they arrived. Low heart rate, unresponsive. Right now she's a Jane Doe."

"Will she be okay for the short term?"

"Too soon to tell. Symptoms suggest severe overdose, but she's stable."

Jane held her head down, gritting her teeth. "Okay. Fine. I can deal with it later."

"How do you know there will be a later?" Olaf inquired.

"I don't have a choice, Olaf." Jane growled. "I'm a little busy right now... making things right."

"If you are making things right, why are you here and not there?" Olaf asked.

Jane paused, staring a hole through Olaf, muttering a string of expletives before becoming able to speak. "...Fucking hell, Olaf. Fuck it. Fine. Arrange for a transfer and prepare to erase records after interception. We'll use the auxiliary safe house I had set up for this."

Anna cracked an eye open unsteadily, becoming aware she was in a dimly lit room. It resembled a minamalistic, sparse hospital room, with no curtains and only Anna's bed. One wall was taken up by Jane's computer screens.. and Jane herself, an indistinct figure sitting in a plain chair nearby.

Anna exhaled slowly, tongue touching still fading-blue lips. Her skin felt clammy. It was hard to think, but getting easier. Her stomach was upset. She couldn't feel her toes. She was very, very cold. Her breathing was shallow and it was difficult to make herself breath harder and deeper. When she closed her eyes she felt like she was suddenly in a vast, empty, cavernous space, and grew dizzy and disturbed. She tried to keep her eyes open.

Her hand hit the metal ledge keeping her stable in the bed, causing a quiet smack. Jane looked over and ran her fingers through her hair, standing up stiffly.

"Hi." Jane said quietly, her voice hard.

Anna looked over at Jane, blinked slowly, then turned to look back at the ceiling, sighing. "...hi."

"Do you know where you are?" Jane's voice echoed in Anna's ears. It didn't sound like Jane's voice.

"Hosp'tal room." Anna mumbled.

"Can you tell me your name?"

Anna rolled her head back at Jane, staring at her dully. Jane folded her arms across her midsection, glaring. Anna said nothing.

"WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?!" Jane sounded like Jane again. "Drugs, Anna? DRUGS?! Of all the goddamn things to go out and do-?" She cut herself off, seething. Pulling a prescription bottle from her pocket, she shook it in front of Anna. Oxycodone, Hydrocodone, a mess of Tramadol rattled around inside it. "What were you thinking?" She repeated.

Anna swallowed. Her throat was dry and clammy as the rest of her. "I wasn't." She admitted.

"Obviously!" Jane shouted. "Were you trying to kill yourself?"

Anna stayed quiet, staring at the ceiling stoicly.

"... were you trying to kill yourself, Anna?"

"I don't know." Anna admitted. "I knew I was taking too much, but it.. I wasn't thinking. I just didn't want the high to end."

"Why? Why did you even start?"

Anna barked out a short laugh, then began to cough. The effort made Jane turn into a blur for a moment, and her voice echoed against the walls. "Are you okay?"

"M'fine." She muttered, waiting. The blurring eventually stopped, and Jane was distinctly Jane again, waiting.

"It wasn't supposed to be like this." Anna said, studying the ceiling. "At first it was just for the pain. I've never- I don't remember ever having an injury like this before. I just took them as needed. And it was.. it was nice, for a little while, every time the high came. I felt okay for a while. Like I had everything under control."

"You started taking them to deal with..." Jane gestured to her head. "Up here?"

"You could say that."

"Damnit, Anna, look at me. You're ruining your body and your life. This is serious."

"Why?" Anna rolled her head over. "You're not real. This is just a fucked up dream. I've had it before. During... during other times." She admitted.

"Other...? Anna, pinch yourself if you don't think this is real. This isn't a dream."

"That's what they all say." Anna muttered, raising her hand to her shoulder and giving herself a pinch. She didn't flinch. "See?"

"...That's the goddamn opiates in your system. Look at me, Anna." Anna tried to obey. Jane's eyes seemed to fill up the room. Disapproval. Anger. Frustration. "Taking this shit, to deal with your problems, is not okay. It's running from them. It's avoiding them."

"Like you're any different." Anna snipped. Jane's eyes narrowed dangerously.

"So take it from someone with experience. How many times have you done this? Tell me."

"...I don't know." She admitted, looking at the ceiling again, tired of looking into Jane's anger. "I don't know right now. I can't.. I'm not thinking clearly. Obviously. This fucked up dream again."

"This is REAL, Anna. REAL consequences to fucking up. You could have died." Jane's voice began to sound distant, but Anna's vision was only getting clearer. "You could have fucking died, Anna. You could have..."

"If this was real, it would have been worth it." Anna said. "You coming in, pulling me out, saving me, taking me home. Talking to me. Being with me. Yeah, it's pathetic, isn't it? I guess that's what I am. Pathetic." Jane was silent. "I guess that's me. I'm selfish, remember? You told me to think about what I want? ... you. I want your presence. Your company. I wanna deal with this with you. I can't go back to who I was anymore. I can't go back to that life, living by myself. I want to LIVE and SHARE my life. With you. Together." She squeezed her eyes shut, trying and failing to stop a stream of tears. There was only silence. "Fuck. I almost believed it was real this time..."

"But the reality is I'm all alone." Anna whispered to the empty hospital room. Nurses and patients streamed past the open door outside as Anna struggled to hold back her tears.