A/N: I'm an absolutely terrible person, and I'm really sorry for that. Um, I do hope I haven't lost any of you, and I'm incredibly sorry for not updating sooner... Erm, thank you, for all of your kind reviews, and I know this story isn't so good, but thank you so much...
"I seem crazy, speaking to a sleeping person. But it doesn't matter. I'm just here to tell you in hopes that tiny mind of yours would get the hint. No, no, Elsa. You can't escape from this treacherous predicament," whispered Hans, a dangerous edge to his voice. The blonde merely continued lying down motionless, fighting the urge to reach up and close her fingers around his neck and end it all. She'd probably end up in prison, but she didn't really care. So long as this wretched being stopped breathing.
Elsa resisted biting her lip, and she could feel Hans standing right beside her. Then she felt his breath against her ear and she suppressed a shiver.
"Perhaps I'll just kill her myself."
It all happened in a flash. A moment ago she was lying down in bed, trying not to seem awake, and now, she was throwing the blankets off of her, and her knee connected with Hans's crotch area. Hans grunted as he fell to the floor from the pain and the impact, but after a moment, he picked himself up from the floor. Elsa lunged at him, but he sidestepped before she could get her hands on him.
"That all you can do, Elsie?" he drawled, an annoying smirk tugging at his lips. The blonde rushed to him with an agility she never knew she possessed, and she grabbed Hans's throat. The red-haired man's back connected with the wall, and still, a grin was plastered onto his face, which only infuriated Elsa. It was a surprise nobody heard the commotion. She squeezed lightly. "What're you waiting for? Tighter, then," said the redhead, smirking devilishly. Ignoring the smirk, the blonde squeezed tighter without a rational thought in her mind, blocking Hans's airway.
Soon enough, Hans's face turned purple from the lack of air. Something about the purplishness knocked some sense into Elsa, and she let go, backing away quickly, as though Hans's throat was fire. The blonde ran a hand through her hair quickly, causing it to spill all over her distraught face. Tears blurred her vision as she realised just what she was about to do. No matter how much of a jerk Hans was, she couldn't stoop to his level and kill him to become a... monster.
Hans had fallen to the ground, staring up at her still with that annoying grin on his face. "Stop! Leave me!" cried Elsa, forcing back the urge to cry in front of Hans. "I don't want to be part of your hideous plans! I don't want to kill people for you!" She made sure that the people outside weren't able to hear anything.
She had meant to wipe the grin off of his face, but it only grew wider, and it agitated her. "Stop smiling! Leave." It took all in her not to just break down right there, and finally, Hans's face grew serious.
"Fine." He clambered to his feet, and that one word sent shivers down the blonde's spine. She watched as he walked to the door, unlocked it and opened it to leave.
Just when her shoulders slumped in relief, the door swung open a bit, and Hans's face popped out through the gap. "This isn't over." And the door closed.
Elsa knew it wasn't over. It seemed like it never was going to be. Sighing, she plopped down on her bed, a hollow feeling in her chest. She lay down, trying to ignore it as she stared at the ceiling, thoughts racing through her mind involuntarily. She tried desperately to fall asleep but to no avail. Frustrated, she grabbed one of the two pillows and covered her face with it, as though it would block out all the unwanted thoughts.
Two weeks later...
Hans hadn't bothered her, and the blonde's relief was undescribable. But she knew he would be back. Elsa made her way to the hospital's entrance, Anna and Heather in tow. She wasn't sure how the redhead currently felt about her, but she didn't seem so angry. When she finally woke up after days or weeks of being unconscious - at least, to Anna - the redhead had smacked her on her head. She knew she deserved it, but it still hurt.
She was donning a red shirt - she didn't like it, but she couldn't complain, now could she? - and jeans that Anna had lent from her wardrobe. It was loose, and it smelled of strawberries, just like the redhead. She was feeling quite fine, so she turned to Heather when she realised they were heading towards the car parking lot.
"Um, thank you, for everything" - she glanced at Anna, trying to put as much gratitude as she could into that one look - "but you don't have to go through trouble to drive me home. I can make it there myself."
Heather smiled softly. "You just got out of the hospital, dear. It's no big deal. Come on."
"But I'm really feeling fine," Elsa protested. She added, "It's not that I don't appreciate everything you've done, it's just..." She sighed, trailing off. "It's just... I don't deserve any of it. I did hurt Anna and I really am sorry about that and I just really-"
"Elsa," Anna interrupted before Elsa could continue her rambling. The blonde shut up, forcing herself to look at the redhead. "It's really fine. You don't have to be sorry." It wasn't like she'd completely gotten over Elsa's words, but almost losing the blonde... It made her realise that there were people worth forgiving. The blonde had carried her through the freezing storm to the warmth and safety of her house, too. "Please just accept the ride."
Elsa's shoulders slumped a little. She couldn't deny Anna, not after what she'd done... Hesitantly, she nodded, and followed Heather and her daughter towards their car. She clambered into the passenger's seat, and the two redheads sat in front. Elsa looked out the window as they drove past buildings and bustling people. The unexpected storm had gone, and today was a warm day. She closed her eyes, listening to the hum of the car.
Inside, she could pretend nothing was wrong. She couldn't hear the padding of footsteps, the many sounds of wheels screeching against tired, she couldn't smell the carbon monoxide. She opened her eyes, and gave Heather directions. After about fifteen minutes, Heather pulled up outside Elsa's house, and the blonde thanked her profusely for the ride. She made her way to the front porch, and she heard a car door slamming closed.
She turned around as she heard footfalls, and right in front of her was Anna. She felt a funny feeling in her stomach, and tried to push it away.
"Elsa, hi. Um, will you... I know I slapped you, and I really, really am sorry for that. I'm still a bit mad at you, honestly, for saying those things, but I want us to try to be friends," Anna said.
But the blonde couldn't concentrate on the girl's words, for they were so close and she could see Heather poking her head out the window, grinning, over the girl's shoulder. When Elsa didn't say anything, Anna realised that something else had captured her attention. She followed the blonde's gaze, and internally facepalmed herself when she spotted her mother.
"Mum! Please! I'm trying to talk to Elsa."
"And you go do that! I'll just be right here, minding my own business..."
"Mum!"
Her mum laughed. "Alright, alright. I'll leave. But you're gonna have to walk back, because I've got work soon." And with that, she drove off.
With the distraction now gone (save for the proximity), Elsa returned her attention to Anna. "Uh, did you say something?"
"Yes. I'm sorry I slapped you, and though I'm still a bit mad at you for saying the harsh things you said about me, but I want us to try again. To be friends."
Elsa would've grimaced, but with Anna right in front of her, she couldn't. She couldn't be able to kill her friend. "Anna, you're a great person and everything, but-"
"-you can't. For some reason. Right. Bye." Anna kept the dejection away from her voice, and turned away before a look of hurt flashed across the blonde's face. Tears started leaking from her eyes, and she walked away at a brisk pace, wanting to get away from Elsa as quickly as she could.
Elsa didn't call out for her. Didn't ask her to come back. She just stood there on her porch, watching after Anna's retreating figure, her heart shattering into a million pieces. But it was for the best, right? But right then, Anna spun around, wiping her face. She wasn't so far away, so the blonde could hear her.
"Read Harry Potter." And she took her leave.
She knew she lost someone incredible and strange - a good strange - once she heard what Anna said. Who would say 'Read Harry Potter' as a farewell? Once the redheaded girl was out of sight, Elsa unlocked her door, that same hollow feeling in her chest.
"Hello, Elsa."
Said girl froze, tensed. Hans.
"Shut the door, will you?"
When Elsa didn't do anything, he sighed and reached for the doorknob, closing it behind Elsa. She watched as her only means of escape was gone. She felt trapped, suffocated in this hallway, as though the walls were pressing in on her, when Hans pushed her against the wall. She could feel her legs trembling, but she didn't want to let it show. His forearm was pressed against her throat, restricting the flow of air from her lungs.
His lips pressed brushed against her ear, and she suppressed a shudder.
"Listen here, Elsie. You're not doing your job, so I might as well take matters into my own hands. I've figured out that that would be what gets to you the most, and so that will be your punishment."
Elsa couldn't focus on Hans's words with air being restricted, and dark spots started colouring the edges of her vision. The man let go, sneering before he opened the door and slammed it closed. She gasped for breath, her lungs relieved after a few moments. Hans's words finally registered in her mind, and she felt like barfing. She sighed, and slid down against the wall, her body feeling like lead.
Putting her face into her hands, she felt the tears coming on. When will this nightmare end?
Anna watched as Ron and Harry flew the car into the Whomping Willow while eating a tub of ice cream. Her mum had comforted her until the tears subsided. Her mother was now in her room, giving the younger redhead some space. She heard a knock on the door and expected her mother to answer the door, but she didn't. The person continued hammering on the piece of wood, and frustrated, Anna paused the movie and set her tub of ice cream on the table in front of the couch.
She made her way over to the door and opened it, wanting to give the person a piece of her mind. Her mouth remained glued shut when she realised it was Mr. Bjorgman, Kristoff's father.
"Um, hello, Mr. Bjorgman." She tried to sound as polite as she could in her state.
"Greetings, Anna. I'd like to speak with your father."
"I'm sorry, but my dad isn't here."
The man nodded in understanding. "I see. Alright then. Goodbye. Tell your father I was here."
Anna nodded mutely, and closed the door slowly when Kristoff's father turned to leave. She locked it, and made her way back to the couch, resuming her eating and watching. Two hours later, her tub of ice cream was empty and she'd moved on to watching Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban. The door opened, and she turned to see her dad looking worn out. Her father looked at her and his mood brightened.
"Hey, Red!"
Anna grinned, pausing the movie. She got up from her position on the couch and moved to hug her dad, who set his suitcase onto the floor. She pulled away from the hug and remembered Mr. Bjorgman's coming over.
"Uh, Dad. Kristoff's dad came by."
She thought she saw her dad's smile slip away for a moment, but he just said, "Oh! I wonder what he wanted! Did he say what he wanted?"
Anna shook her head, and her dad looked over her shoulder to see Harry Potter on the Knight Bus. "Well, I'll leave you to watch your movie, then!"
Her dad picked up his suitcase and hugged her with one arm one last time before getting into his bedroom upstairs. She went back to the couch and resumed the movie, but her mind was still wondering about Mr. Bjorgman and her dad. It'd been barely a few minutes before the doorbell rang, and she sighed, getting up to open the door. She froze when she saw who her visitor was.
Platinum blonde hair. "Elsa, just go-"
She was silenced when Elsa's lips pressed against hers, and the force nearly knocked her back, but she caught herself. The blonde pulled back before Anna could make sense of what was happening.
"What the hell, Elsa?" she asked, confused and enraged. Why was she messing with her feelings? What did she want?
"Shut up and listen." Anna, who'd been opening her mouth, closed it, shooting a glare at her. "You have to leave Arendelle and run far, far away."
Anna crossed her arms. "Why?"
"I- I can't explain that. Just... do it."
"How can you expect me to believe you when you just keep hurting me all over again, Elsa? How can I trust you? I'm sorry, but I'm staying here." She slammed the door before the blonde could respond.
Elsa let out a frustrated sigh, and her eyes wandered around the house, trying to find a way in. She spotted the window, which was half-open. She looked behind her to ensure there was nobody to witness what she was about to do. It would be very awkward. Once sure that nobody as around, she sneaked to the window and tried to climb through it. It was a tight fit, but she fell onto the kitchen floor with a small groan.
She got up, and moved to the hallway, where Anna was sitting with her back against the door. The redhead looked mortified when she spotted Elsa, and clambered to her feet. How the heck did she get inside? She couldn't let the blonde see her crying.
Wiping her eyes with a hand, she used the other the point at the door. "Not now, Elsa. Get out."
"Anna, please. You have to leave."
"I don't really freaking care right now, Elsa! Now just leave!" Anna grabbed the blonde's wrist - ignoring a funny feeling in her stomach - and wrenched the door open before pushing her out.
She closed the door and locked it before Elsa could protest, then remembered that the blonde had come from the kitchen. She walked into the kitchen and noticed that the window was half-open. She made her way over to it and slid it shut, locking it in place. She went back to the couch and plopped down on it, resuming the movie. She focused on it, trying to forget everything else.
A/N: I know this isn't much, since it's so short. I'm incredibly sorry, I know I'm lousy, and I'm so sorry. I hope this isn't too lousy for all of you... And constructive criticism is welcomed...