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The cool water on her face felt comforting as Anna splashed it against her cheeks, hoping to wash away her thoughts and drown the cold sense of reality that was burrowing into her chest like a serpent. She prayed to wake up from this Monday nightmare, to wake up in her bed with the cool moisture on her face being that of a cold sweat from a nightmare, but every thought of hope for that fantasy was struck down by reality, its venom seeping into her mind like a poison. Water streamed down her face and ran coldly down her neck, but she was numb to the feeling.

Some droplets flung off her face onto her now dry clothes. She braced her arms on the edge of the bathroom counter, blinking out water and shaking her head.

Anna looked up into the mirror above her sink and took in her appearance. The smack of the cool water had brought some color back to her unnaturally pale face. She looked dead. Her dark freckles stood out horrifically on her chalky face, like spots on a dalmatian's pelt. Caught in an awkward phase between dampness and dryness, her hair looked wiry like that of an abused doll.

She sighed and turned off the faucet, grabbing a towel from somewhere to her right to wipe her face. Once her face was dry, she threw the towel down on the counter and exited the bathroom, taking care to ignore a certain end of the hall like it housed a victim of a plague. The hallway, and the rest of the house for that matter, was dark. All the lights were off. It was like moving in a black and white film, everything in the house being shades of grey like the weeping clouds outside.

Anna didn't want to go back to her room just yet. Her mind was racing with too many thoughts. Any attempt to control her thoughts was like trying to poke at a hornets nest, it only made it worse. So Anna resigned control of herself, becoming a passenger in the vessel of her body as her thoughts fired random commands to her limbs. She soon found her legs climbing down the stairs to the kitchen. Her mind registered that she was thirsty, so she made her way towards her cabinets to grab a glass.

There's still that payment to pay on the house. And the truck repairs from last month. And the water bill. The electric I covered. Don't think I'm getting my paycheck this week, Anna thought somberly. Feeling something cool, she looked down in her hand, seeing that she was holding a glass. She looked at it questioningly. What was I doing again?

Anna shook her head and delicately placed the glass on the counter, making the clink it made on the granite as quiet as possible in order to not disturb the song the rain was playing against the house. The sound was disturbingly soothing. Her legs moved towards the living room, but she was stopped by a hard thump to her forehead that made her stumble back into the counter.

"Dammit!" she mumbled loudly, rubbing her head and glaring at the open cabinet she had run into. The blow had thrown her back into control, and she glared at the hinged piece of wood in front of her like it was the sole reason for all her recent griefs. She slammed it harshly, ignoring the splinter in her heart that accompanied the thundering bang the cabinet made. Dad made these…

Anna shook her head and lumbered into the dark living room, plopping herself on the couch and grabbing the remote. She began =flipping through the channels absentmindedly, hoping to find some reality show to drag her away and help her escape from her own life.

God knows where I'll get another job. Half the town already left because they laid so many people off. Damn economy.

"—ve from Corona National Forest. Happenings earlier here today have the whole town in panic. Several gunshots were heard—"

Anna perked up her head at the familiar tone of the town's news anchor. The blue-suited, middle aged man was huddled under a green umbrella, trying and somewhat succeeding to speak above the roar of the storm around him. Behind him, cops and military personnel were swarming around. Some were being led out of the forest to waiting ambulances while others were preventing news crews and bystanders from entering the woods blocked off with yellow tape.

Ignoring the rambling of the news anchor, Anna watched the men being led to the ambulances. Her mind subconsciously processed the why, how, and who of their injuries, but she stopped her mind before it could get to the who. Some men were being carried on stretchers and some stumbled while holding bleeding wounds.

Her attention was caught when the camera suddenly began bumping as it chased the running news anchor towards the edge of the forest, breaking past the line of officers and military.

Anna shuffled in her seat on the couch when she saw the man emerging from the forest that had caught everyone's attention. Several microphones were shoved towards the man, and his face blinked white as cameras flashed pictures of his annoyed expression.

Hans pushed roughly through the crowd of news crew that followed him to what Anna assumed was an ambulance truck. Judging from the blood that soaked the collar of his white albeit drenched shirt, Anna guessed he needed one. Courtesy of me.

Over the chorus of rain and excited voices, Anna found her suspicions confirmed when Hans plopped down between the doors of an ambulance truck, two nurses immediately coming to his aid and seeing to his wounds.

The camera got oddly close to Hans' face, and the sideburn man glared at it in annoyance, almost as if he were restraining from throwing it. The camera man mumbled his apologies, and the camera once again became normally distanced away.

"General Hans, sir!" the news anchor battled to say over the symphony of questions bombarding the General from other news crews. Hans' eyes flicked up to the man. "What in the world happened, sir?"

The other news crew voices hushed and jabbed their microphones and recorders into Hans' face, waiting for an answer. Hans glanced over them all slowly.

"Well," he began, wincing when one of the nurses applied pressure to the wound on his head. "We were in pursuit of a dangerous criminal—" A wave of questions immediately flooded the General, but he silenced them with a wave of his hand. "Her personal information is classified—"

"So it was a girl?!"

"Why is she classified?"

"How old is she?"

"Why is the military after her?"

"Is she a terrorist?"

"What's she wanted for?"

"What're her motives?"

Hans waved his hand impatiently and raised his voice. "Like I said!" he yelled, waiting for the voices to calm down. "Her information is classified. She's not a terrorist, but she's dangerous. Lieutenant Duke is setting up a police perimeter around the town to help capture her. As for why military is involved, I just wanted to lend my help. This is my town too, and I can't simply stand by while some maniac runs loose," he said, his sickly sweet voice dripping with sincerity and concern.

Hans sighed dramatically. "As for her motives…We don't know. As you can see from today, she attacks without reason—"

Anna turned the television off and threw the remote down on the couch. She grit her teeth together roughly, ignoring the shiver that ran through her body when they ground. Great. Now the whole town knows about her. She threw her head into her hands with a groan. Her life was falling apart at the seems, and now everyone could tune in to watch. What've I gotten myself into?

Feeling a vibration in her pocket, Anna dug out her phone. She felt her heart drop and the last sting anchoring her calmness snap when she saw Kristoff's face on the caller I.D. Fear and anxiety dug their claws into her chest, making her breath hike as her airway narrowed in their grip. She contemplated whether or not to answer.

Anna clicked the answer button just before the call went to voice-mail. "H-Hello?" she answered, her voice slightly coarse.

"Anna! Oh thank God!" Anna heard her friend sigh heavily in relief. "What the hell happened today? Are you seeing the news right now?"

Anna cringed when his voice quickly turned from concerned to slightly angry. Her brain was setting off signals to hang up and run away. Kristoff was never angry at her. She regretted having answered the phone. "Yeah…Kris, can we please not talk about this right now?" Anna asked softly, tucking one of her legs beneath her nervously.

"I thought you said you were going to leave her at home! I can't believe you were stupid enough to bring her to work with you! I told you people would see her, now look what happened!" he yelled.

"I-It's not my fault, Kris. She just followed m—"

Kristoff cut her off. "I knew this would happen. You should've never gotten involved with her," he seethe in a disturbingly calm voice.

Anna scrambled to defend herself. "But we got out of there before—"

"WE?! You telling me YOU were in the middle of that fucking gun fight?!" he yelled, surprise and concern woven into his angry voice.

"No!" Anna answered quickly. Panic made her eyes smack wide and her muscles tense under a fresh shot of adrenalin. "Kris, please, they were going to kill Elsa, and—"

"And then all our problems would be solved, and you would go back to being normal. God, why do you do this all the time?" His voice calmed down but his words still stung.

Anna bit her lip, fighting vainly against the tears that had already begun to form in her eyes at her friend's shouting.

"Kristoff, I-I'm sorry—"

"You know what—forget it. Just forget it. I have to get back to work. You're on your own."

"Kris—," Anna began but stopped when she heard the line hang up. She slowly brought her phone down to her lap. She felt like she was drowning, the air around her becoming think and an unseen burden pressing down on her shoulders. Her vision blurred as she stared into her lap. She'd done it. It finally happened. The one person she had trusted to stand with her through everything was gone. She hadn't lost him. He left her.

Her best friend was gone. Her only friend was gone.

Please..., Anna thought desperately, feeling her sanity begin to crack under the force of her suppressed panic like a shot a thin pane of glass. She just wanted someone to tell her everything was alright. That everything was going to be okay.

But there was nobody. And Anna knew everything wasn't alright.

She was completely and utterly alone.

Molten tears began to flow freely down Anna's face, and she didn't try to stop them.

Elsa cracked open her eyes and was met with dim darkness. She turned her head on something soft—her pillow—and looked at the rain pounding on the window that had woken her. She stared at it for a minute, her eyes locking on a single raindrop and watching as it sluggishly raced another to the bottom of the sill where it was swallowed into a small pool that had formed on the outside edge. She felt at peace. The dull hum of the rain soothed her mind and hypnotized her to near happiness.

Then she remembered.

Memories of the day flashed at light speed through her mind of what she had done. What Hans had done. What Anna had done.

She stared up at the ceiling and found a familiar dusty fan looking back. She was back in her room. Well, not her room, but still.

She lifted herself up into a sitting position and clutched her head when a feeling of vertigo overcame her. She turned her legs over the side of the bed while it passed.

When her mind was clear, Elsa put her hands on her knees and looked at the pile of items that was now on the small stand next to her bed. There were bandages, a change of clothes, and a large bowl of water with a towel next to it.

Anna.

She must've brought me back after I passed out.

Elsa felt like someone just cut her heart open and poured salt on the open wound. She must be really mad. Her eyes started to prick with the beginning of tears, but she roughly wiped them away.

Don't you dare cry. This is all your fault.

You dragged Anna into this mess.

Elsa shook her head and reached for the cloth next to the bowl. She wet the rag and began washing the wounds on her body before applying bandages like Anna had done. She wished Anna was there to help her. She fumbled with the bandages like someone trying to write with their non-dominant hand for the first time. She winced when she accidentally hurt herself and growled when the bandages wouldn't apply how she needed. When she was tolerably finished, she changed into the dry clothes, ignoring the sweat and grime that was still in her hair like the guilt on her mind.

I need to apologize.

Even though the mere thought of seeing Anna right now terrified her, Elsa needed the redhead to know how sorry she was for causing all this mess.

She might hate me forever, but I need to at least tell her I'm sorry.

Elsa pushed herself off the bed with some difficulty and limped towards the door and into the dark hall. All the lights in the house seemed to be off. Anna's door was open, but she wasn't inside. Looking towards the staircase, Elsa made her way carefully downstairs. She walked slowly, feeling like she was descending into a lion's den.

The kitchen tile was cold under her bare feet. Holding one hand to her chest and another on the wall for stability, she swiveled her head around, looking for Anna. She heard a soft whimpering coming from the living room. Leaning into the room, Elsa's face followed the sound to the source and stopped at the couch where Anna was sitting, crying into her hands.

Elsa opened her mouth to say something, but decided against it.

I'll just make her mad.

Elsa slowly walked towards Anna, crouched and careful to not make any unwanted noise. But despite her efforts, Anna heard her muffled approach and huddled into the armrest and as far away from her as possible.

Elsa paused and slowly stood straight. She shuffled her hands in front of her uncertainly before tentatively reaching out with one hand, intending to comfort the redhead. But before her hand could touch Anna's shoulder, the redhead roughly turned her head to face the blonde.

"What do you want?" she demanded acidly, her voice coming out as a trembling hiss.

Elsa quickly retracted her hand to her chest, her other hand grasping it almost protectively. Anna's eyes were red and heavily swollen from crying. Her brow was angled down into a deep scowl, and her lips were pulled into a taunt white line.

Elsa tore her eyes from the angry girl's tear stained face and looked at the floor, shuffling her hands nervously. She cautiously brought her gaze back to the redhead and saw that her expression remained the same.

"A-Anna…" Elsa began, her voice shaky.

Crap. You can't talk, you idiot!

Elsa's eyes widened. She closed her mouth, biting her bottom lip, and made a humming noise like she was trying to say something but her closed mouth was preventing its escape.

Anna shot up out of her seat. Elsa fearfully leaned away when Anna stood on her tiptoes to look her eye-to eye, her snarling face centimeters away. She breathed harshly through flaring nostrils like a bull resisting a charge, and tears continued their steady flow down her glistening cheeks like they were faucets.

"What. Do. You. Want." she spat, her body trembling with pent up anger.

Elsa glanced around frantically, looking anywhere but at the redhead. She opened her mouth, but all that came out was a small choking noise.

"What do you want from me?! Huh?!" Anna yelled, leaning impossibly closer.

Elsa stared at Anna, not knowing what to say or do in response.

Anna huffed angrily and shoved past Elsa, marching up the stairs. Elsa flinched when she heard a door slam. When the house again became quiet, the drum of the rain again began to lull her with its song, imploring her to clear her mind and find peace.

Elsa shook off the feeling. She didn't deserve peace.

The blonde looked down in shame before slowly limping back up to her room as well.

Snarling, Anna threw herself on her bed, crying into her pillow.

Why me? Why? My life is already fucked up. What did I do to deserve this?

She screamed into her pillow, a sound that quickly morphed into a choked sob. She knew she was overreacting. She felt like any moment her mother would come through her door and chastise her for acting like a stubborn four-year-old.

But she didn't stop. She thrashed in her bed and screamed into her pillow to her heart's content, enjoying the split second of relief it brought her.

There was a harsh rumble from the sky, and Anna flinched, pausing her tantrum as her body froze in terror.

Mama, Papa..., she thought desperately, waiting for her parents to come through her door and cradle her like they always did during thunder storms. They would soothe away her fears with soft coos and warm hugs.

But they were gone. Kristoff was gone. Anna was alone.

She felt so small.

Tired from her struggles, she finally calmed down, turning onto her back and sprawling over her bed as she glared at the ceiling. Her anger was beginning to dissipate and be replaced by hurt. She hated this cycle of her emotions. It was like an unwanted turn of the seasons.

And unsurprisingly, the hurt was soon followed by its favorite companion, guilt. The most hated of her emotions. The feeling of a thousand needles being stabbed into her chest that made her want to jump in a lake a drown herself.

What did Elsa do to deserve this? she heard her conscience say. Exist?

Anna turned onto her side, sniffling and wiping away tears that blurred her vision, her heart heavy like a stone in her chest.

You asshole. She was probably just trying to apologize, and you go and traumatize her.

Anna laughed, a sound that sounded pitiful when combined with her sobs. Yep. That's me.

I mess everything up.

Who am I?

Elsa sat on the edge of her bed, racking her brain for an answer to the question she had been asking herself over and over for the past few days. It felt so empty not knowing yourself, to have no belonging or purpose. To know that the world wouldn't even bat an eye if you keeled over and died right then because you were an unwanted addition. Elsa searched within her hallowed self for anything to identify herself, but Elsa was the only answer she ever found. Her name.

That sideburn man knew more about her than she did apparently.

She looked down at her pale hands, turning them over as she inspected them. She twitched her fingers and made a small flurry of snow.

What am I?

She wasn't like Anna or Kristoff. She was different. A bad different.

I don't belong here at all. Everything's so strange. Elsa sighed and shook her head. And all I managed to do so far is hurt Anna.

Elsa put her head in her hands. I really am a monster.

She felt hot tears begin to form in her eyes again, but she blinked them away.

There was a deep, throbbing pain in her chest that she couldn't ignore. It was like someone had turned her chest to glass and smashed it into a billion pieces. She tried to make the pain go away, but it would come back just as strong no matter what she thought of to distract herself.

Elsa heard a crack and looked up. Frost had covered over the window and over the walls in the room, and she was dully aware that the temperature had dropped.

Elsa waved her hand to make the frost dissipate, but as soon as it disappeared, it began to grow back. She tried over and over, but the frost refused to stay away.

Elsa growled in frustration. She looked at the bowl of water next to her and saw that it was beginning to crystallize from the cold temperature.

Great. Anna's probably freezing then.

Moving on impulse, Elsa stood up and picked up the blanket on her bed, intending to give it to the redhead. She headed towards the door of her room but hesitated.

Come on. It's the least you can do.

Elsa cautiously opened the door and tip-toed down and across the hall to Anna's room. She stood in front of the plain white door, clutching the blanket to her chest.

She probably doesn't even want to see me right now.

Elsa slowly lifted her hand and knocked, but the sound was muted under the sound of a loud thundering and flash of light.

Not hearing an answer from her knock, Elsa slowly turned the door knob and peered her head inside. "Anna?" she called softly.

Elsa looked towards the corner of the room and found the redhead curled up in the corner of her bed with her back against the wall. Her knees were pulled tight to her chest, and she was sobbing into her arms.

And she was clearly shivering.

Elsa flinched at the sight. I made her like this. She fiddled with the blanket in her hands and glanced around the room, contemplating retreat.

Come on, you coward!

Elsa stepped into the room and towards the bed, stopping at the side. She held the blanket to her chest like a shield. "Anna?" she called again, this time a little bit louder.

Anna glanced up from where she had her face buried. Elsa could only see one of her eyes, and it was still as red, puffy, and tearful as it was before. The cerulean orb stared at her unwavering, waiting for the blonde to do whatever it was she had disturbed it for.

Elsa fumbled for a second before she quickly extended the blanket forwards. Anna's eye shifted from her face to the blanket, lingered for a second, and then slowly back again. Encouraged by Anna's lack of yelling, Elsa smiled shyly and held out the blanket further.

Anna's eye zeroed in on Elsa's face. Behind its guarded expression, Elsa saw an emotion pass, but she couldn't tell whether or not it was anger.

When Anna had still yet to move towards the blanket offering, Elsa's smile fell, and she pulled the blanket back towards her chest, anxiety and panic crashing over her like cold water.

Just get out of here. Now. Go.

Elsa turned on her heel to quickly dash out of the room but was stopped by a pair of warm arms circling around her upper body.

Elsa froze under Anna's touch. The redhead pressed her face into her shoulder and shook her head.

"I-I'm sorry, Elsa. I'm so—so so sorry," she shakily said, breaking down into a new fit of sobs.

Surprised at the sudden declaration, Elsa nimbly turned in Anna's arms, circling her own arms tentatively around Anna's middle. At the change in position, Anna moved her arms slightly higher to grasp around the blonde's neck and buried her face into her chest.

Elsa hummed softly, feeling Anna's tears dampen her shirt.

I'm the one who's sorry.

Light flooded the dark room, and there was a heavy crash of thunder. Letting out a small squeak, Anna tightened her grip around Elsa's neck, and the blonde felt the redhead's legs give out beneath her. Surprised, Elsa caught Anna before she dragged the both of them to the floor. With one hand still around her lower back, Elsa grabbed Anna beneath her knees and carried her bridal style to the bed.

Elsa delicately laid her on the bed and bent up, but Anna's grip around her neck tightened and brought her back down, nearly colliding their faces together. Elsa braced her hands on the bed to avoid having her torso fall on the redhead.

"P-Please don't go," Anna whimpered. There was another crash of thunder, and Anna's grip tightened. Elsa nodded in understanding and carefully climbed in bed, Anna's arms still around her neck.

Once in bed with the redhead, Anna tightened her grip and buried her face into the crook of Elsa's neck.

Elsa blushed scarlet.

"I-I'm sorry, Elsa. I really screwed up. Kris-Kristoff's right. I mess e-everything up."

Elsa restrained the growl that threatened to escape her mouth. She wanted desperately to tell Anna that she absolutely did not mess anything up. Elsa was the one to blame. Anna was the hero of the day, saving her from Hans. That shaggy haired idiot was wrong.

Anna buried her face deeper, and Elsa felt hot tears tickle down her neck. She let out a deep breath through her nose, her anger evaporating like steam as she concentrated on comforting the hiccuping girl in her arms. Elsa pulled Anna close, humming a song she didn't know she knew.

Elsa nuzzled her face in the redhead's hair, humming and rubbing soothing circles in Anna's back for the duration of the storm.

Awwww luv them!

Poor Elsa:( Doesn't even know who she is...yet

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