A/N: Well, hi... Um..I'm back. After a long, long time... Uh, well, I obviously don't own Frozen. My computer had to be repaired, so I haven't been able to work on my story for a long time. I apologise, though I guess my story isn't very good to begin with. Um, there's sometimes going to be parts where it's in either Anna or Elsa's POV (which will be in present tense), so...um, I'm sorry if you don't...like it... And... I don't own Frozen or Harry Potter (there're mentions of it)...
Elsa began to relax, revelling in the redhead's warmth. She listened to the younger girl's breaths as they resounded through her bedroom. The blonde looked down at Anna, a soft and sad smile on her face. What am I going to do with you, Anna? thought Elsa, her heart melting into a puddle as the redhead shifted, tightening her grasp on the blonde. Elsa studied the girl's face, counting the freckles on her cheeks, taking in those teal eyes that seemed to always hold a warmth in them, looking at her cute little nose, loving how her mane of red hair hung over her face without those twin braids.
Without much thought, Elsa leaned forward slowly, not wanting to wake Anna, and pressed her lips against that little nose of hers softly. The blonde's cheeks reddened slightly when the younger girl's face broke out into a small smile. Elsa's eyes flickered towards the girl's lips, again and again, wanting so badly to taste them. That's just wrong, Elsa. Don't do that to her, the blonde thought sadly.
The blonde could feel her heart warming with love, and she couldn't stand it. She slowly unwrapped herself from Anna's arms, being careful not to wake her. She got up from the bed and walked to the door, closing it behind her softly. Elsa felt something bubbling within her, and felt the hot searing behind her eyelids. The thought of Anna's blood spilling onto her hands were too much to bear. Why had she agreed to this? She went out the door, tears spilling onto her cheeks.
She trudged through the snow, the cold wind beating against her face. Her tears felt cold against her skin. She was sure she was the only one in this raging storm, and she hoped nobody looked out their window. She clasped the slip of paper in her hands as it threatened to fly away. She could simply put the paper into her pocket, but she just didn't feel like it. She stopped outside of Anna's house, and slipped the paper under the door.
She groaned as she sat up, her body stiff. She blinked away the sleepiness, and expected to see the poster of Harry Potter adorned on her wall, but her expectations weren't met. She glanced about the room, the unfamiliarity of it scaring her. Had she been kidnapped? She wracked her brains, trying to remember what had happened before. Her mind was blank, unable to recall anything. Everything she saw was blue. Different shades of blue everywhere. She felt slightly cold in this room, and hugged the blue blankets to herself to keep herself warm. Despite that, she still felt a shivering cold in her.
This room seemed to conduct heat away and bring in the cold. Anna swung her feet to the side and slowly got up, the world seemingly spinning for a moment. She blinked hard twice and when the world wasn't tilting anymore, she padded out into the hallway, her footsteps bouncing onto and off the walls. She looked around. Blue. Again. Where exactly was she? She walked to a room nearby and walked in, seeing a little library inside. Anna looked at the many books on the shelves. All the time, she was searching for one particular series. Her eyes widened in disbelief when she didn't see any Harry Potter books on the shelves.
Oh my god. This person must not know what life is, Anna thought. Well, you don't exactly have much of a life, though, her mind retorted. "Hey, brain, look. Harry Potter is pure amazingness. It taught me more than school ever did. It's life," she muttered to herself, clearly annoyed with her own brain. She huffed and sat down in a chair that was set up in the middle of the room. A book was thrown onto the table, as if someone was hurrying to go somewhere. She looked at the title. Let It Snow by John Green and other two authors (Maureen Johnson and Lauren Myracle). She looked out he window to realise that a raging snowstorm was in progress. How accurate, the redhead thought, smiling to herself amusedly.
She got up and scanned the spines of the book. She grabbed a book called Divergent, which she had heard of before many times, but never really read it. She sat in a corner and flipped the book open, smiling as she did so, even though she was in a stranger's house.
An hour later...
Panic flooded her as she heard the door close. She snapped the book closed, put it back in place and hurried to the edge of the staircase to see...that platinum blonde hair. Oh no. So she was in Elsa's house. Anna rushed to a closet in the bedroom (closing the door behind her) she had been in when she awoke, and hid in it. Elsa walked in minutes later, tired. Her tiredness disappeared the moment she realised that the redhead was gone. The blonde ran a hand through her already unkempt hair and rushed out to the hallway. She pushed open doors, looking into the rooms, but found no redhead. This was not happening. Oh god. No.
Anna counted the minutes that flew by. Three. Four. Six. Eight. Eleven. Fourteen. And then a scream.
"I'm such an idiot!"
The redhead's heart broke as she heard the raw pain in the elder girl's voice. Anna then realised what she had done. She had slapped the girl and she went out looking for her... But she only did it because the blonde had been such a coward. It hurt Anna to think that about Elsa, but it seemed fine, because what had Elsa ever done for her other than running away?
"Where are you, Anna? Please. I...I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be so messed up. I'm sorry. I won't hurt you. Please... Just come out if you're hiding," Elsa croaked out, then screamed at herself again for being such a failure. Anna peeked through the gaps of the closet, and Elsa didn't look like Elsa anymore. The beautiful features were contorted into pain so great.
I can't deal with this. I-I need something. I- Elsa cut herself short of her thought as the razor-sharp blade entered her mind. She went into the bathroom, her hand slipping into her pocket. She shut the door closed with a bang and slumped against the bathroom wall. Her shaking fingers opened the box and took the blade in her hand. I need this. The blonde brought the blade to her pale wrist and began pressing deep. Deeper.
It wasn't enough. Elsa pressed harder, cutting deep. She started from another position, cutting, a small whimper escaping her lips as she watched the blood fall onto the white tiles. Anna creeped out of the closet, pressing her ear against the bathroom door. She heard muttering of,"More," and she heard whimpers. Then, something clicked into her brain. She pushed the door open softly, and the sight that greeted her nearly made her cry. The girl whom she had thought was so perfect was right here, on the bathroom floor, cutting her flawless skin. Her hair unkempt, falling over her face. Anna rushed to the blonde and made a grab for the blade.
"No!" Elsa shrieked, pulling the hand that held the blade away from Anna's hands, her tear-stricken face tearing the redhead apart. "Get away from me!" She brought the blade to her skin once again and this time, Anna managed to grab it from her. The redhead was crying too, big fat tears on her cheeks.
"Please, Elsa! I can't let you do this," Anna choked out, feeling despair set into her as Elsa gave her a look so helpless. A dazed look. Something mixed together so intricately, it was hard to place. But all the same, it broke Anna's heart, seeing the blonde in such a state. The frazzled blonde screamed for the redhead to give it back, tears soaking her blue shirt. Anna blinked through her tears and her heart leapt into her throat as she heard Elsa's screams decreasing in volume. The blonde was losing too much blood. The redhead cut a piece of her clothes off and, after casting the blade across the floor, kneeled down beside Elsa, trying desperately to staunch the flow of blood.
"Elsa. Elsa, look at me. Please! I need you to calm down. Please, Elsa," pleaded Anna as Elsa kept squirming, trying to stop Anna from helping her.
"No, Anna. Please don't," the blonde muttered as her eyes began to droop.
"Elsa! Don't you effing dare faint! Please, Elsa, just look here. Look into my eyes. Everything's gonna be okay. I-I'm sorry. I didn't mean to slap you or say that you're despicable or- or- or...hurt you! Elsa, please." Silence. "I...I don't want you to leave me, Elsa."
I don't want you to leave me, Elsa. Those words resounded through her head. Mustering all the strength she had left, Elsa forced herself to open her eyes. Anna let out a shaky laugh through her tears.
"Look at me, okay, Elsa? Focus on my face."
Elsa looked at the redhead's freckles, her nose, her teal eyes, her messy fiery hair for what could most probably be the last time. She suppressed a sob as she looked at this young girl whom she didn't deserve at all. "Anna," she said weakly. "Anna," she said again when said girl kept muttering,"Stay with me." That seemed to break through the fog surrounding the redhead's mind, and she looked at Elsa. "Y-you could just...leave..."
"You're talking nonsense, Elsa... I... Do you have a phone? I need to call the ambulance," said Anna urgently. She reached over - other hand still pressing the cloth against the cuts - and slipped a hand into one of the blonde's pockets. She was relieved when she found a phone. "Elsa, please cooperate with me. I don't want you to die. Use your other hand to...to press this cloth against your cuts. Please."
Elsa shook her head, her tears spilling onto the floor. Anna, desperate for Elsa to live, took the blonde's hand and pressed it against the soaked-through cloth. Anna dialed 911, her hands shaking. She put the phone against her ear and, after getting the address from Elsa, informed the person on the other line of the important details.
Elsa's POV
I drift in and out of consciousness sometimes. I'd hear doctors speaking. To whom, I'm not sure. I'd hear 'stable condition,' 'lucky to be alive,' 'lost a lot of blood,' 'two weeks.' And then I would most of the times hear parts of stories. Sad ones, happy ones, funny ones. My stupid mind is unable to work up a coherent thought. My memories are scattered, though one does linger. I remember a bathroom. I see myself, as if I'm a ghost floating nearby, crying, a pool of blood surrounding me. I look pathetic. Anna comes in, takes the blade from me, and I scream for her to give it back. I'm screaming, screaming, screaming. Anna cries, the tears streaking down her face.
I remember thinking: Please give it back, Anna and Don't cry, Anna. Please. I cry too, because I am the one making her cry. She doesn't deserve to deal with petty things like this. I make a grab for the blade multiple times, missing every time. I give up, but still remain screaming for her to give it back. My voice weakens and it falters when I have lost too much blood. I feel weak all over. I see my eyes begin to droop, and Anna has cut a piece of her clothes. She presses the cloth against my fresh cuts, trying to stop the blood from flowing too quickly.
I can feel myself leaving. I can feel my soul being taken by Death. I don't want you to leave me, Elsa. The plea in her voice forces me to fight back. My eyelids flutter open, and Anna laughs shakily. I can tell she's trying so hard. I don't deserve that. It is all a blur after that. All I focused on was to stay alive for Anna.
I pretend to be unconscious every time when I am awake. I remember Anna's stories. There was one time, she and her parents were walking in the park - she was merely four years-old - and a pregnant lady passed by. She had pointed to the woman's belly and said,"Mummy, why is her tummy so big?" The woman who was pregnant had smiled softly as Anna's mother apologised hastily. The woman merely squatted down so that she was face-to-face with Anna and told Anna she was pregnant. Little Anna had knitted her eyebrows and softly poked the woman's belly, causing the woman to laugh.
I remember hearing Anna laugh softly as she told that story. I remember her crying, sometimes. I want to put my arms around her and hug her terribly, but I know that I do not deserve to do such a thing. She would sometimes whisper for me to wake up, and it breaks me a little because I was lying to her. But I do not want to become conscious. I do not want to be thrown into this world. I do not want to pretend to be her friend. I do not want to serve Hans. I do not want to be Anna's murderer. I just don't want to face life anymore.
I remember my heart breaking. Anna would cry as her friends begun to leave her. She sobs, crying. They had left her because she was not as bubbly as she was before. And it hurts me because I am the reason she is not as happy. I would cry after she left. Her mum would call her out of the room, because it was getting late and they needed to return home. Anna would grab my hand and squeeze tightly, telling her mum that she didn't want to go. I can't leave her, Mum, she would say. And I would always think, on the verge of tears, Please leave, Anna. Stay away from me.
I remember one time, when she said she was eleven. Her parents had taken her on a vacation to Australia during the winter. She sled down the hill and accidentally banged into a pole as she had not known how to control it. I know it sounds terrible at first, but it isn't. Didn't hurt one bit, actually, she had said. I remember myself crying softly inside, because that was just so... Anna. She had let out a small laugh, and I had cracked my eyes open a fraction, and she was smiling softly.
I remember there were times when she'd just stare at me. After two days, I could tell she was there just by how she breathed. There was a sort of rhythm every time. I feel her eyes searching my face, trying desperately to find any signs of me being awake. I know that I am being a jerk for pretending, but I don't want to face Hans. I don't want to see the light fade from Anna's teal eyes.
I remember the feel of her hand against mine. She would clasp my hand tightly, whisper for me to just wake up. It had been five days already, and still I am not conscious to her. She would talk about her days. She once said that I read boring books. You know, Harry Potter is pretty exciting. I could introduce it to you when you wake up, she had said.
Right now, it seems like she has gotten too impatient with me. She plops down on the chair beside my hospital bed and I hear her say,"Well, you've taken your time dozing off. I've decided that I'll read Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone to you... Snowflake." My breath hitches slightly at the nickname. Mum used to call me that... Great, I'm comparing my mum to someone I like. Not pleasant, I think. And I hear her start.
"Chapter One. The Boy Who Lived. Nice, huh? Okay, anyway"-I have to resist smiling-"Mr and Mrs Dursley, of number four, Privet Drive, were proud to say that they were perfectly normal, thank you very much. They were the last people you'd expect to be involved in anything strange or mysterious, because they just didn't hold with such nonsense..." I listen as her melodious voice filled the room, talking about these Mr and Mrs Dursley.
Anna's POV
I read and I look at Elsa. Beautiful, unconscious Elsa. My mum and dad and Kristoff never really got my love of Harry Potter. I hope she did. I share with her this story of a little boy abused by his relatives, this little boy who carried so much weight on his shoulders, this little wizard. I read to her, and I hope somehow the magic of Harry Potter might just rouse her, as it did something in me.
I hope that she will not fall into darkness like how Albus Dumbledore had fallen after his death. I know that her death will hurt me and shake me more than Dobby's, Fred's, Lupin's, Sirius's, Dumbledore's and many others' deaths. My voice cracks at the thought, and my voice starts to falter as I read. Calm down. The doctors said she's fine. I clear my throat and gulp. I try again, my voice stronger this time. I keep reading, not ever getting bored of this story, no matter how many times I have read it.
I look at her and I still continue reading, because I have memorised most of the scenes. I realise that I have never seen Elsa asleep. She looks calm and relaxed. Her bangs fall in her face, and my heart flutters at the sight. I look at the cuts on her arm and again, I stop. I start again, but the images of her in that bathroom... I shake my head, the tears blurring my vision. I let out a tiny sob, and then wiped my tears away after a few moments.
I start again,"Dumbledore, however, was choosing another sherbet lemon and did not answer." I continue, my heart not only sinking because of Elsa, but also because of Lily and James's - Harry's parents - deaths.
Elsa's POV (one day later)
I hear the door open. I expect to hear Anna's breaths, but it is different this time. Not Anna's. The door closes. "Elsa, Elsa, Elsa." My blood freezes at that voice. I feel like crying. What does he want? Hans's footsteps draw nearer. He plops down on the seat that Anna always occupies. I crack my eyes open a fraction, and he grins at me devilishly. I clench my fists under my blankets, being careful not to crumple up the blankets. I do not want to make him know that I am awake.
Hans reaches over, tracing his fingers over my cheek, and it takes all in me not to just grab his wrist and break it. I hear him getting up and feel the hospital bed's mattress dip a little. He has sat down beside me. I quell the scream clawing out of my throat, desperate for release. He strokes my cheek, and a shiver threatens to run down my spine. I will for him to go away, praying for God to just make him leave.
"Helpless Elsa... So weak. How is it that our little victim knows you?"
A/N: I am so so sorry if this isn't very great... I know I'm not a good author. Erm...I hope you do like it, and I want to thank every single one of you for reviewing and favouriting and following and just thank you so much. I...um... Constructive criticism is welcome... Please read and review... Um, well, I'm sorry I haven't updated in a long time... I still do hope you like it... (This is actually the longest chapter so far!)
