Author's Note: Hi! So sorry for my long absence. I just finished school, so I will have a lot more time to work on this piece! Thank you all for your reviews; I do notice those who continually review and I love you. A quick note: I did finally go back and edit every chapter. The only chapter to have a major re-do is chapter four. So, feel free to check that out if you wish. Thanks for all the support. Keep reviewing; it makes my day.

Anna hadn't been able to find Olaf anywhere. She hurried back to the Royal Gardens to let Elsa know this and to suggest they open the gates to search.

Elsa wasn't in the Gardens.

Anna rushed back into the courtyard. Where would she go?

Anna shoved the doors to the scullery open. "Ryia!"

The slender girl jumped, dropping a platter she'd been washing. Her seniors looked anxiously between the two. Is she in trouble? they thought collectively.

"Oh, Princess An-"

"Have you seen Elsa anywhere?"

Ryia turned from the sink, wiping suds on her shift. "No, I haven't seen her-"

Anna retreated hurriedly without a word. Ryia stood stock-still, a tug-of-war within her. Did she want me to go with her...? Or should I stay here and do my work...?

Ryia glanced at her superiors and squeaked, "Sorry!" She clutched her skirt and left the room, running in the direction Anna had gone.

Anna skidded to a halt in front of Elsa's new bedroom. The door was scuffed, paint shedding the side like feathers. But it wasn't that which had made her halt so suddenly. The noise from inside the room was thunderous. Animalistic wailing could be heard even from the hallway.

"Elsa! Elsa!" Anna wrenched the door handle, but it wouldn't open. She jiggled it furiously, rapping the door with an open palm. "Elsa! Elsa! Are you okay? Let me in!"

The noise from inside didn't stop.

Anna pressed herself against the door and yelled, "If someone's in there hurting my sister, you better leave now because I'm going to kill you!" Anna rammed her shoulder against the door frantically. "Elsa! Elsa! Are you okay? Please, say something!"

The sobbing quieted and was replaced with a raw, shrieked, "Go away!"

Anna stopped throwing herself at the door, realizing that it wasn't an intruder situation. She hit the door with an open palm in aggravation. "Elsa, let me in!"

The sobbing continued with no signs of it coming closer.

"I am sick to death of waiting outside your door while you suffer, Elsa. You better let me in right now!" Anna yelled, fury in her voice.

The noise of Elsa's pain wafted under the crack in the door.

"Are you hurt? Talk to me. What happened?" Anna pleaded.

No answer came.

Anna set her mouth in a determined line and left.

"Elsa. Listen to me well. I am outside your door right now with a battle-ax I pulled from one of the suits of armor. If you don't let me in, I will break this door down. I don't give a damn about the privacy you want. I need to make sure you are okay. I'm giving you ten seconds before I start hitting this thing against the door."

"Please," a cracked voice called. "Please leave me alone."

Wrong answer. Anna shifted her weight and brought the ax crashing against the door. Anna wasn't particularly adept at wielding an ax, so it took her six tries to finally break a slit through the door. She shoved her hand through the opening and unlocked the door from the inside, throwing the ax to the side in her haste.

Despite the door being unlocked, Anna still had to push heavily against the door to open it. It soon became apparent why. The wheelchair scraped backwards as the door opened. Anna gasped. The room looked as if a cannon had gone through it.

The bedsheets had been torn off the bed and were tangled on the floor. The armoire's drawers were pulled out, and one was missing. She followed the trajectory and found the missing drawer smashed to wooden smithereens against a far corner. One door of the armoire was hanging nearly parallel to the ground, only held in place by god knows what. A painting lay haphazardly against a desk, which was also out of place. A hole pierced the canvas. Ink wells had been smashed to the floor, and quills littered the room. In the far corner, a large mirror on legs was tilted downward, as if looking at Elsa confusedly. She lay in a heap, sobbing like Anna had never heard before. The floor was littered with glass and mirror shards, which Elsa seemed not to notice, despite being curled on the greatest concentration of them. A shard of mirror glinted from within her hair.

"Oh my God," Anna breathed. Maybe someone had broken into the room, after all. Anna hurried to her sister, each step emitting a crunching sound.

"Elsa, are you okay? What happened?" Anna kneeled down carefully.

Elsa's eyes didn't open. She continued to wail like her heart was broken.

"Elsa, you're hurt," Anna stated.

There was no reaction.

Anna placed her hands on the queen's shoulders. "Elsa, you're bleeding. Please, get up." Anna became increasingly concerned at her sister's inability or refusal to acknowledge her. She took her sibling's arms, which she could actually feel the skin of because her dress had ripped, and implored, "Please, please, Elsa. What happened? Talk to me. What's wrong?"

Elsa turned her head away and choked on her tears.

"Elsa, you're hurt," Anna repeated, as if talking to a child. "Please, get up." It was obvious Elsa was incapable of following simple commands, so Anna sighed and stood over her. She reached down and picked the queen up, throwing her over her shoulder like a sack of potatoes. Elsa continued to wrack with sobs but her body was limp. Anna put Elsa into bed as gently as she could. The queen didn't move from the position she'd been put in and her unfocused eyes simply stared at the ceiling as tears dribbled down into her hair.

"Jesus Christ," Anna cursed. Elsa was freely bleeding from multiple wounds, some of which still had shards of mirror imbedded in her skin. Anna skittered back toward the door. "Don't. Move." She demanded.

She nearly ran into Ryia. "Oh, there you are!" Ryia exclaimed. "Why is there an ax-?"

"Just come," Anna demanded, grabbing her arm and dragging her back the way she'd came.

"Oh, my," Ryia whispered upon seeing Elsa's form. She backed up. "I'm going to need my tools..."

"I'll get them," Anna cut in. "Just, please, help her."

Ryia quickly described what supplies she needed and Anna whipped around the door.

The lithe girl walked cautiously forward, treating Elsa as if she were an injured animal.

"Elsa? Can you hear me?"

The queen clenched her eyes and bubbles of noise came from her throat before a weak, "Anna..."

"No, it's Ryia," the servant soothed.

I've done it again. I've hurt people, Elsa thought.

"I'm going to help you, alright? Can you tell me what happened? I need to know so I can help you get these injuries taken care of." Ryia bent down and unwound a sheet hastily. "I'm afraid I can't wait for Anna to get back. I need to start cleaning you up. Can I touch you?"

Elsa moaned in reply, her chest shuddering.

"I'm going to touch you, okay? Don't do anything to me. I'm trying to help you," Ryia said softly. She knew from experience with her mother's clients that extreme emotions or pain could make people act in a way they normally wouldn't. Her gaze raked over Elsa with a professional eye.

Okay. Okay. There's a lot I need to take into account. I wish mother was here. She'd be better prepared for this than I. Ryia shook her head. Okay. Besides her other injuries, what's new?

"Elsa, what's hurting you the most?"

Everything.

Ryia huffed irritatedly at the silence. "Okay. I'm going to work on you hands and wrists first, Elsa, okay? Don't hurt me. I'm helping you."

She took hold of Elsa's forearm and wound the bed sheet around it in an attempt to staunch the flow of blood. Her hand was badly cut up. It was obvious to Ryia what she'd done. It's important to keep her calm. She's panicking, so the blood's running faster.

Anna rushed back in, laden down by tools.

"Oh, thank God," Ryia replied. "Drop that and go hold her leg up in the air, as close to ninety degrees as you can get." Anna did as she was told, lifting the left one high despite Elsa's screams.

Shit shit shit.

Ryia dug through the pile Anna had discarded, coming up with a cloth, jug of water, pliers, and alcohol.

Ryia leaped onto the bed and passed the alcohol off to Anna.

A large fragment of the mirror was protruding from Elsa's left kneecap. She must have fallen onto it. "I have to take that thing out," Ryia announced rapidly. "You need to pour the alcohol on the wound right after, got it?"

"Got it," Anna replied.

"I'm so sorry, Queen Elsa," Ryia muttered as she yanked the fragment out with the pliers. Elsa shrieked in pain.

Anna poured the alcohol over the wound to disinfect it, and Ryia hurriedly tied the cloth over the wound. "Hold this," she demanded. Anna shifted her attention to Elsa's leg and kept firm pressure on it while Ryia turned hers onto Elsa's hand.

It was quiet.

They both looked up to find Elsa had passed out.

Before Anna could say anything, Ryia informed, "She just fainted. She's fine. Just keep pressure on that. That's the most important thing for you to do."

Ryia unwound the bed sheet she'd placed around Elsa's hand. Not as bad as before. She pulled a strip of cloth and wound it tightly around Elsa's wrist, which had also suffered a large slash. Her hand pressed forcefully against the bandage, willing the blood to clot. That vein's important. You need to clot, goddammit. She lifted Elsa's arm up into the air at a ninety degree angle, knowing it would be more difficult for the blood to travel uphill as opposed to leaving it horizontal.

"Ryia?"

"What?" she answered sharply.

"The bandage is soaked, what do I do?"

Ryia sighed in relief. "Good for asking. Put another bandage on top of the knee. Don't remove the first; you'll undo the clotting that's taking place. Just put a new one on and press down."

Anna did this with wide eyes. "She's not going to lose her leg, right?"

"I can't talk right now," Ryia answered, hurriedly pulling supplies toward her. "Just be quiet and press!"

Ryia quickly wound a bandage around Elsa's hand. The blood had slowed from the cuts on her hand, but after running water through she recognized that the the skin was discolored and swelling. "Shit," she sighed.

"What?"

"She broke something in her hand. She is not going to be happy when she wakes up."

"Can we give her some of the alcohol for the pain?" Anna asked.

"No," Ryia replied, "it thins the blood. We need the bleeding to stop before we can worry about her pain."

Anna grimaced. What happened, Elsa? What happened to make you react this destructively?

Ryia taped the queen's hand carefully and checked on her wrist. "The bleeding has slowed. I need you to hold the bandage on her wrist as well."

"I can't!" Anna exclaimed.

"Move." Ryia ordered, "But keep pressing on her knee."

Anna shifted closer and Ryia placed Elsa's arm on Anna's shoulder. Ryia extricated herself and moved to view the queen's face. There was a small cut on her cheek, but nothing that needed tending to immediately. She checked her pulse. It was very quick, but slowing with each beat. Ryia thanked her lucky stars that Elsa had passed out when she did; the blood loss had slowed considerably.

"Alright," Ryia finally said, "you can let go of the arm. I need to take a look at the leg."

She moved to the other end of the bed and replaced Anna's hands with her own. After a few minutes, she tied the bandage in place and sat back heavily.

Ryia and Anna's hands were both red with blood, and they both politely pretended not to notice.

"What do we do now?" Anna asked tiredly.

"We wait."