A/N: Okay, so that it's fair, I won't be doing an author's note for every chapter. You guys should know by now I want reviews and comments :P
Thank all of you who read the last chapter and I hope you keep up with. Any questions you have can be answered!
Thanks guys! -Sara
She awoke to the sounds of beeping. Slow, steady. Right by her ears.
It was all blurry. The white walls and ceiling intermingled into a fuzzy haze of non-clarity.
And everything hurt.
That was the first thing she realized when her body registered consciousness. The pain.
She tried to breath but found a weight on her chest. It pushed and pushed, harder and harder, until her lungs refused to work.
She was choking, the agony in her bosom too great to handle.
The beeping intensified, her muscles jerked uncontrollably.
And then a voice, that of an angel, right by her side.
"Elsa...please...stay..."
It was all she heard through the ringing in her head, seeing nothing through the blackness of her eyelids as they fluttered shut.
Sounds of rushing, of multiple people. She heard them trying to keep her stable.
And then nothing.
Again the endless span of white greeted her sore, stinging eyes. But this time it was different.
The beeping was still there, as was the uncomfortable structure she lay upon, but this time she felt she wasn't alone.
She took a deep breath, the first she had in what felt like forever. There wasn't a catch, just a shakiness.
She couldn't feel anything. Not numb, but not pained.
And then the warmth of a soft hand met hers. Smaller, timid almost as it clutched at her. Trying to pull her forth from her mind and the darkness that dwelt there.
She did her best to strain her neck, but her head only turned part way. She was so very stiff from doing nothing more that lying there.
And she was greeting with the one person she thought she'd never see again.
The one person she wished... No, she did want to see her. She just couldn't.
But teal eyes bore into her, making her unable to look away.
Teal eyes that screamed pain. Tear streaked cheeks that wished to be wiped clean. A shattered soul that begged for reasoning.
"Elsa..." The word was a ghost over her lips, lips that quivered as they strained desperately to call out.
Elsa had never seen such a look before. Except on her own self. It didn't belong on Anna.
It didn't belong on the one person she loved more than life. The one person she would sell her soul for.
It didn't belong on such an amazing human being.
Which was why she was here. Or wanted not to be.
To give Anna what she so rightfully deserved. A life without her in it, without the pain.
A life that was free.