Hey kids, sorry it's been a while since I last updated, but as I explained, I have so much work to do. It's becoming really difficult, and I could really use some 'good lucks' because I'm really starting to lose faith!
On a more positive note – because I really don't like to be negative around you lovely people, this story has reached nearly 200 followers! I know some of you are really enjoying this story, and you send me lovely little messages and reviews and I just want to do a little dance of happiness and joy and thank you thank you because you're all just goddamn fabulous!
Would like to thank one of my lovely followers for his suggestion for this chapter. I love it when you lot send suggestions and prompts! It makes me feel like you actually read this rubbish I write, therefore essentially making me want to write more and more and more!
Just want to ask a question: when this story finishes (not yet, its's still got a while to go whoo hoo) would you guys be interested in like…maybe…I don't know….like a spin off story with the same characters? Only because I have so many ideas, but I don't want to write a completely different story if you get me? Like a story full of little one shots where Anna and Elsa do like cute things because they're just cute, and I mean, come on, who doesn't like cute?
Just an idea? Let me know what you think?
Oh….and before reading this chapter: I'm sorry.
Anna felt sick. A burning nausea of sadness that swirled against the walls of her abdomen, causing the tremors in her hands to amplify. She really did have the shakes now.
It had been a week since she had last seen Elsa. A week that had dragged as long as time itself, so she thought; a whole seven days since talking to the beautiful blonde. When Elsa had kissed her, and Anna had felt something.
She was curled up, uncomfortably no matter how hard she tried, in the corner of the couch, fiddling anxiously with her fingers as she watched her fiancé busy himself around the kitchen.
"Here you go, darling," Hans cooed, placing a steaming mug of tea gingerly on the edge of the coffee table for Anna to sip on. He beamed down at his red head, the oh-so charming smile that had initially won Anna over in their first few weeks of dating stretched across his pale face.
Anna returned a smile half-heartedly, as Hans plonked himself down on the couch next to her, placing a protective hand over her knee as he chuckled at the TV.
Anna sighed quietly, and closed her eyes.
Hans was trying so hard.
She had raced home on Sunday, to find the flat eerily quiet, and Hans nowhere to be seen. With tired legs, and a mind that buzzed frantically with confusion, she dragged herself to bed. Eyes falling into deep slumber as she tried to block out the sweltering feelings burning inside her.
It was the next morning when Hans arrived, filling the apartment with more bouquets of flowers than even a florist would stock, the entire living area littered with lilies and roses, the sweet pungent scent of petals masking the uncomfortable silence that Anna greeted her finance with.
"Anna!" Hans cried, as the red head shuffled timidly from her room, eyes pink and puffy. Hans raced across the flat, capturing the shaking girl in his arms and cradling her into a deep embrace.
Anna stiffened at the touch.
"Anna, baby, I'm so sorry! Please – oh god! Please forgive me, my darling!" With a desperation that flickered in his eyes, Hans leaned down to pepper Anna's face with kisses; a burning affection slipping from every pucker against her freckled cheeks.
Anna's lip quivered slightly as she felt Hans' large arms desperately grab at her, needing her.
But there was a burning awkwardness that choked against Anna's neck, clasping at her strongly with no intention of releasing grip. She was confused, and upset, however she swallowed any appearance of tears before they streamed down her cheeks.
Anna was trapped. She was being held captive almost, by the affection of Hans, knowing that she didn't have the words to present to him to tell him she was feeling something for someone else. She was caged in, but with every minute that passed through the week, she tried harder and harder to diminish the strange fluttering's of feelings that she knew deep down she was experiencing for the beautiful blonde.
Instead, Anna built up a wall. A towering heap of bricks to protect herself from admitting the feelings; essentially denying herself of any truth. All in all, passing the days with her doting fiancé.
Living life as she should. Living life as people expected her to.
On Sunday evening, with Hans breathing peacefully beside her, his heavy chest heaving with each inhale of sleep, Anna lay motionless on the large bed. Her eyes peered up sorrowfully at the ceiling, and her lips a straight line. A whole week of hiding emotion had caused her body to shut down, to bottle up feelings. A whole week of 'yes dear,' of 'no dear,' of shuffling round like a lifeless robot with no attempt of admitting that she had taken the small bundle of nerves that tickled in her abdomen, and locked them away deep inside her, where she intended never to retrieve them again. Anna was scared –terrified in fact, and completely unable to comprehend what she was feeling inside, knowing that every time she closed her eyes to think about the way Elsa's eyes sparkled like blue topaz's, she was doing something wrong.
Whenever she traced her fingers along the outline of her jaw, feeling the exact spot Elsa's delicate lips had brushed against, Anna blushed immensely, before scalding herself for thinking such thoughts.
She would stay with Hans, and live life like she should. She was straight. Of course she was...wasn't she? She had been living with a man for the last six months, and had only ever dated males, never once being attracted to a woman.
Oh but…Elsa's face is just… Anna bit her lip in fear of crying out. Once again, images of the blonde flicked through Anna's mind like a broken record that simply played the same track. As she thought about the way Elsa's lips touched her skin, as soft as cotton wool, to the way her neck curved with such slender, Anna found herself squirming uncomfortably in her sheets. As Anna's mind relayed the image of Elsa's stunning figure; the bouncing of her large breasts, confined in thin black lace. The way the water reflected off the curve of her hips.
Down to the long, creamy legs that don't seem to end and those white thighs that just look so smooth and god all I want to do is to rake my nails across her skin and kiss them and-
NO! Stop it – stop it now! Anna screamed at herself, once again angry at the persistent pulse that throbbed deeply against her intimate regions. She slapped a hand over her mouth, despite not speaking, in an attempt to silence her own thoughts. Immediately disgusted at the dirty images that now retreated shamefully to the back of her mind.
With a deep sigh, she shook her head vigorously, as though attempting to erase any image of the beautiful blonde. Trying desperately to erase any image of the beautiful blonde.
Anna glanced over at her fiancé who mumbled inaudibly in his sleep, before turning heavily onto his side. With the last thought of Elsa being locked away, Anna sniffed sadly, and closed her eyes.
Yes, she would have to live life as people expected her to; with her future husband.
"You're really quiet today Anna. You sure everything's alright?" Kristoff peered intently at the red head, as they walked side-by side down the echoing, quiet corridor of the hospital.
Anna was shuffling nervously, her small feet making tiny tapping noises as she walked, and she sighed deeply. She had made it through the whole of Monday without once allowing herself to daydream about Elsa. A sudden flicker of the blonde in her mind made Anna hurriedly distract herself – tidying the nurses station, re-arranging paperwork, offering to take as many patients as she could. Anything to get her mind off Elsa's stunning face.
"Yeah…I'm fine, just – tired I guess?" Anna lied, averting her eyes from Kristoff's interrogating stare, as they turned a corner. Anna began to pick anxiously at a string of material that had come undone from the bottom of her scrubs, as Kristoff stopped in his tracks before groaning slightly.
"Aw, shit. I forgot to pick up that paperwork for Mrs Franks from ER. Oh, will you come with whilst I get it and then we can get going?"
Anna nodded, and continued to follow Kristoff slowly as thy descended further down the corridor, making a sharp right into the bustling Emergency Room.
"Here, just wait here a sec girl, and I'll grab the paperwork. You sure you're ok?"
Anna looked up to see Kristoff's pink face flooded with concern, therefore forced a grin in order to relax him from his worries. "I'm fine Kris, don't panic!" She giggled slightly, before placing herself gently on the blue plastic chair situated in the corner of the ER.
"Ok – good! Right I'll be bac—"
Kristoff was interrupted immediately by the crashing of a trolley through the Hospital doors.
"Cardiac monitoring is showing a sinus tachycardia of 120/minute, pulse is 91, and blood pressure has risen to 132/72." The paramedic's voice echoed across the Emergency Room, the frantic rustling of bed sheets masked from the clanking of the trolley as it screeched to a halt in a vacant bay, allowing the paramedic's room.
"Respirations please nurse?"
"20/minute. O2 saturation is 99% on room air."
Anna craned her neck, desperately trying to witness the situation that bustled in the corner of the room, several nurses running to aid the commotion as Kristoff raced to the bed, throwing his rucksack down towards Anna as he bolted.
Anna widened her eyes to no avail. The accumulation of professionals busying around the bed blocked out any view possible, apart from the peeking of a pale foot that lay uncovered by the sheets, Anna couldn't see anything but a frantic blur. The mixture of coloured scrubs blending into one as Nurses hurriedly placed an IV drip onto the stand; a rainbow of health care that spewed medical advice. The paramedic turned to Kristoff, placing a heavy clip board into his hands as he spoke.
"Young female, rang 911 about forty minutes post indigestion. She reported taking thirty 20mg fluoxetine capsules, consumed with a considerable amount of alcohol. She was awake and alert when we arrived, however she was visibly upset. She is now somnolent, but is easily arousable. Sinus tachycardia is present, and IV fluids have been administered."
"Thank you," Kristoff murmured as he handed the clip board to a waiting nurse.
Oh, poor, poor girl! Anna thought as she stretched further, desperately trying to observe without wanting to appear nosy and insensitive.
Kristoff leaned over the bed, once again blocking the view as he reached to place the stethoscope from around his large neck into his ears, gently pressing the cool metal against the patient's chest.
The pale foot peeking from beneath the bed sheets twitched unconsciously as the icy touch of the stethoscope shot a cold blast through her skin.
And then suddenly, the patient let out a small whimper.
It rippled through the ward, quiet enough not to warrant panic, but as it drifted towards Anna, the tiny murmur crying out like an animal in pain, an explosion of goose bumps flooded Anna's body. The familiar voice that whimpered causing her stomach to drop. Suddenly.
Anna felt her hands numb. No…No-no it can't be- The red head launched from the chair, the squeaking of plastic against the floor creating an ear splitting screech as she lurched forward, desperate.
Kristoff ordered something to a nurse, who nodded vigorously before turning to leave, a sea of blonde curls coming into view as the nurse moved, exposing the patient.
The platinum locks lay matted amongst the pillow, each blonde strand tangled in a fit of distress, but Anna had no doubt, and raced across the ward.
Time slowed.
The frantic beeping and bustling of the ER silenced immediately.
Anna felt her heart thundering in her chest.
Each rippling thud threatening to tear through her rib cage.
A rushing howling of air echoed through Anna's ears as she sprinted.
Kristoff turned his back, and stared at Anna through wide eyes, moving forward to hold back the running red head in panic. As he moved suddenly, the patients face came into view.
And Anna's heart exploded.
"NO!" She screamed, causing the surrounded medical staff to stop immediately, each pair of wide eyes flooded with confusion and shock.
Her eyes dropped to the pillow, over the sea of platinum locks.
Anna launched forward, and grasped at the blonde's head, placing two freckled hands gently at the girls cheeks. "ELSA! No, no, NO! Elsa– oh my god! Please, please NO!"
Elsa's heavy eyes lolled towards Anna; the beautiful twinkle that glistened in each iris now replaced with a dull tone of sorrow. Eyes that were worn, eyes that were tired.
Anna searched them desperately, but only a vacant expression was received. Elsa was lost.
With trembling fingers, Anna traced the quivering outline of Elsa's lips; the usual red blush that coated them now pale and ghostly, her bottom lip shaking with fear.
As Anna's eyes darted desperately across Elsa's face, the red head's stomach fell through the floor, feeling her eyes prickle with tears as she stared at the blonde's complexion. No longer white as snow, but grey. A sickening shade of fear that swarmed Elsa's face, beads of perspiration dotting her smooth forehead.
"Oh my god, please Elsa, please! What have you done – no, no, no! Oh my god, my Elsa….my – my poor Elsa!" Anna choked on her words, struggling to breathe as a river of despair streamed from her eyes, blurring the surroundings. One defiant drip rolled down the bridge of her nose, pausing for simply a moment, before dropping with a tiny 'plop' as it landed without grace on Elsa's pale cheek. Anna hurriedly began to wipe the tear from the blonde's face, and winced as she felt the clammy skin burning under the pads of her fingertips. Elsa's ice cool complexion now a burning layer of sickness.
The blonde's breath was stocky and thick as she attempted to lift a trembling hand to touch Anna. Each finger shaking uncontrollably, but she managed to stroke at a loose lock of auburn hair, causing Anna's eyes to widen.
"ELSA! OH MY GOD! OH MY- PLEASE WHAT HAVE – WHAT HAVE YOU DONE? NO!" Without hesitating, Anna dove forward, burying her head into the crook of Elsa's neck.
Despite the pungent, clinical smell of the hospital sheets, Anna immediately closed her eyes as she inhaled Elsa's scent, still as heavenly and as strong as always. As Anna nuzzled further in, needing to be as close to the blonde as she could, she felt the frantic beating of an overactive pulse vibrate against her nose as she pressed herself closer to Elsa's neck.
In that moment, Anna was lost. As she wrapped her arms tightly around the shivering body of the blonde beneath her, Anna failed to hear Kristoff's frantic yelling as he insisted Anna leave the area. With her hand, she stroked heavily against Elsa's hair, the locks dampened with perspiration and fear, but Anna could still feel the softness against her palm as she caressed slowly.
Leaning closer still, the red head became oblivious to the feeling of the bed bar being crushed into her abdomen as she leant over the metal frame, ignoring all of the voices around her as she sobbed heavily into the curve of Elsa's neck.
Each sodden teardrop soaked heavily against the blonde's skin, but Elsa was too far gone to flinch as the tears drenched her. Her heart was thundering loudly against her chest, but she tried to hook her arm across Anna's back.
Elsa's hands continued to tremble as she tried again desperately, this time the tips of her fingers gracing Anna's scrubs, as her leg twitched involuntarily against the crisp sheets of the hospital bed.
Anna squeezed harder. "I'm here, Elsa," she sobbed, trying to swallow her fear in order to reassure the trembling blonde. "I'm here, and I've got you, and we're going to get you better – and – and I'm going to look after you…I promise! Oh my god, my Elsa – what have you done? Please god – please!"
"Anna, you need to move away – now please!" Kristoff's voice boomed through Anna's ears suddenly, as he reached down towards the red head, tugging slightly at her shoulder, insisting she move away from the bed.
Anna lifted her head, but grasped harder against Elsa, unwilling to let go as she peered down through watery eyes at the vacant expression on the blonde's face.
Elsa stared blankly back at Anna. Eyes of stone with no life in them.
Her lip continued to quiver in response to the medication she had taken, and the blonde let out a small whimper, her voice as tiny as a mouse.
"An...Na...Hmm-huh" she gasped as every breath she took seemed to be less deeper than the one before. Her voice crackled at the back of her throat as she attempted to whisper again, a raspy tingling of syllables as she desperately tried to speak.
Her eyes stared into Anna's as her forehead scrunched up in pain, three tiny lines appearing in the centre of her brows as she squirmed uncomfortably on the bed.
"El-Elsa! It's me – it's me I'm here, and I'll stay…and – and I've got you! Ok? I –" Anna mouth became a harsh line, as she fought every urge in her body not to cry again. She lifted a shaking hand, and placed it delicately on Elsa's cheek, hesitating into the touch as though the blonde was made from glass, and would shatter any minute if she pressed too hard. She hooked her fingers behind the curve of Elsa's ear, and slowly rubbed her thumb across the clammy surface of the girl's cheek, never once dropping her gaze from the blank eyes that stared back.
"...Ah- hm – An…Na..." As Elsa exhaled, her breath became shallow, and it rattled against the cage of her chest like the fragile wings of a butterfly. Elsa blinked slowly, the lids of her eyes dropping heavily like they were made of stone, and as she scrunched her forehead tighter, the smallest tear dripped from her left eye, rolling across her cheek.
"Elsa?" Anna's eyes widened in terror, as she clung tighter to the blonde.
"Anna, you need to move away – now!" Kristoff's voice became stern, as he tugged harder on Anna's shoulder, begging her to step away.
"Elsa? ELSA?! OH MY GOD!"
In a blink, Elsa's body jerked violently beneath the clinging arms of the red head, each leg jutting vigorously into strange angles as the blonde threw her head back in distress.
Her back arched, and each arm began to vibrate almost, smacking the sheets of the bed with constant 'thwacks', as her head continued to thrash dramatically against the material of the pillow.
Anna screamed.
"She's having a seizure! Ok, Anna now – out the way please!" Kristoff yanked at the red head, pulling her away from the thrashing blonde, just as Elsa's eyes began to roll, exposing a cloudy white gaze.
"ELSA! AGHH NO, NOOO!" Anna's voice continued to warble, as a nurse grabbed at her shoulders, pulling her away sternly from the scene. Anna's tears were no longer individually distinguishable, instead a gushing river of sorrow that streamed down her face like the flowing's of a waterfall.
The nurse clung tightly to Anna's shoulders, as the red head attempting to lurch forward, straining harshly, begging to be released.
But as Kristoff drew the pale curtain tightly around the bed, and Elsa's body disappeared, Anna screamed.
"Anna, please!" The nurse calmly said "you need to leave. This distress will cause more harm than good. Please."
"I'm not going anywhere!" Anna cried, her face swelling in response to the constant flow of tears. "I'm staying here – right here – I need to see Elsa…I have to see her! Elsa! ELSAAA!" Anna continued to scream, pulling against the grasp of the nurse.
Anna continued to scream as an Orderly approached, throwing his arm around the shoulder of the red head, and with great force, led her crying across the length of the ER, before sitting her gently in the on-call room.
Anna gasped, breathless. Her voice slowly dying with each exhale of sorrow. "Elsa…El..sa….El…sa" Anna whispered, her body shaking uncontrollably in shock and sadness.
She collapsed to the floor, leaning her back against the cold surface of the wall behind her, and rested her head in her hands. The sudden movement caused a ripple of hiccups to vibrate through Anna's body, as her tears dried. No more water to leak from each eye, instead silent sobs were released with every breath.
Elsa…oh my….what has she done? How could she have done this to herself – why? Oh god why, why - WHY? What happened….she seemed so happy last week – and now she's- oh my god, no, no, no….
Anna continued to tremble, her small shoulders shivering in the dark room as she rubbed at her eyes, wincing in pain as she buried her knuckles into her skin.
"Anna…?"
The red head shot her head up, staring desperately at Kristoff who peered cautiously from the door way. His blonde hair ruffled slightly, and a delicate pink flustering had spread across his cheeks. He looked nervous, and tired, but upon seeing Anna he smiled gently, lifting his hand to beckon the red head to follow.
Anna scrambled to her feet, wobbling slightly as she raced after Kristoff, her erratic breathing quickly picking up where it left of as she raced towards the bed.
Anna's stomach flopped as she stared at the blonde.
Elsa lay peacefully on the crisp white sheets. The covers now arranged neatly as they surrounded her small frame, and it tucked nicely underneath her arms. Her eyes were closed, and her face looked drained, and exhausted. The grey tone still present against her skin as she breathed deeply.
Anna tiptoed slowly to the bedside, suddenly feeling an aching lump begin to brew up once again at the back of her throat as she hesitated awkwardly at the side of the bed.
With teary eyes, she watched the slow rise and fall of Elsa's chest, counting the respirations. She didn't want to look at her face. The sickening complexion made Anna want to curl up and cry, and even the locks of hair that lay matted on the pillow had lost all shine.
But a small gasp caused Anna's eyes to shoot up, immediately falling upon Elsa's gentle face, noticing the blonde's eye lids were hooded, but open.
"…Anna…" Elsa breathed, the name rolling off her tongue as she attempted a sad smile.
"Oh, Elsa!" Anna whispered, launching herself forward, before pausing immediately. She didn't want to frighten the blonde. Instead, she slowly placed each hand gently on the sides of Elsa's delicate face, and gazed longingly into the large blue eyes that stared back.
Despite the drained expression that was painted across the blonde's face, Anna exhaled deeply, unable to deny the sheer beauty of the girl she held between her hands.
"I'm not leaving you, Elsa. I'm here…..I'm right here…"