Note: From Tumblr prompts #2 (Have you lost your damn mind?!), #27 (I'm pregnant), and #44 (If you die, I'm going to kill you). #27 is based on blunaowl's Snowboarding 'verse, which is also archived here.

Elsa knew that coppery head ANYWHERE, even if the head was presently turned away and its hair tied back in a high ponytail instead of its customary pigtails. "Anna?" she ventured, coming up to sit beside her younger sister on the couch, her brow furrowed slightly. "What are you doing here?"

Anna started and whirled around in surprise. "I could ask you the same thing!" she exclaimed. "Are you here to have your leg checked or something? Is it paining you again? I thought–"

"I'm fine, Anna," Elsa interrupted. Years have passed and she has long come to terms with her condition, but she still preferred to speak of it as little as possible. "What about you, what are you doing here? And where's Kristoff? Shouldn't he be with you here at the doctor?"

"Oh, didn't I tell you? His mountaineering buddies needed extra help, so he's in Norway for about a month. He left five days ago." Anna fidgeted under her sister's scrutiny. "What?" she asked, a tad defensive. "You and Tadashi were busy with moving to your new house and I didn't want to be a bother. I can manage on my own, you know." She raised an eyebrow at Elsa. "Speaking of which, let me ask you the same thing: again, what are you doing here, and does Tadashi know you're here?"

This time, it was Elsa's turn to squirm under Anna's gaze. "No," she answered, glancing away. "I just–I wanted to be sure before I tell him."

A note of worry colored Anna's tone. "Tell him what, Elsa?" She clutched at her older sister's forearm, her eyes wide.

"I–well–it's nothing to worry about, but–"

"Mrs. Hamada?" A woman with a clipboard appeared a few feet away from them. "Dr. Santos will see you now. Elsa nodded and started to rise from her seat, but was stopped when Anna clutched at her arm again. "Anna? What are you–?"

"I'm also here to see Dr. Santos."

Elsa froze at those words and slowly tilted her head down at Anna, who remained seated. Dr. Elisa Santos was Honey Lemon's aunt. Who happened to be an obstetrician. Which meant–

"Mrs. Hamada?" the woman prompted.

Elsa swallowed and cleared her throat. "Is it possible if my sister came with me?" she asked, her eyes not leaving Anna's wide ones, which were threatening to spill happy tears. "That way it'd be easier to know if we're both pregnant."

"Tadashi, no!" Hiro grabbed Tadashi's arm, his eyes pleading for his older brother not to be a hero. Tadashi stared back, torn between his brother and his mentor, then glanced at the burning building behind him. All it took was a split second to make up his mind.

"Callaghan's in there," he asserted, his pulse pounding in his ears. "Someone has to help."

At the back of his mind he asked himself why he was doing this. Surely professional firefighters were on their way. But every second counted—even if it was dangerous, Tadashi knew could do it. He should do it.

Because he was no longer the helpless eleven-year-old boy who stood by as a truck lost its brakes in front of his school and rammed into his parents' car, leaving him and his brother orphaned.

Tadashi shook his brother's hand off his arm and started toward the building, but he caught a flash of platinum blonde hair out of the corner of his eye.

"What the—Elsa!" he exclaimed, reaching out to grab her arm, but he missed. It was the Norwegian exchange student, Elsa Arendahl, a classmate of his in Callaghan's robotics class. "Dammit!" He darted after her into the blaze, his longer legs enabling him to catch up easily to her. He grabbed her shoulder and spun her around to face him. "Have you lost your damn mind? What are you doing here?"

"I could ask you the same thing," she retorted, shrugging off his hand from her shoulder. "Didn't you say someone has to help?"

"Yes, but—"

Tadashi never got to finish his finish his sentence as a groaning sound filled their ears. "Look out!" Elsa screamed, holding a hand out as a pillar of ice sprang up from the ground, knocking the concrete one away that threatened to crush them. Tadashi's jaw dropped, his eyes taking in the shining pillar of ice that Elsa apparently summoned from the ground.

"How—what—" he sputtered in disbelief.

"No time to explain," Elsa said tersely. "We have to find Callaghan NOW."

Tadashi nodded, shaking his head to clear it from disbelief. "Right behind you."

They dodged falling debris and jumping flames, with Elsa using her…unusual abilities to keep them safe. She summoned ice pillars from the ground to knock huge chunks of debris out of the way, or an ice shield when flames threatened to consume them. "Professor!" Tadashi bellowed over the roaring inferno. "Where are you?"

"Over there!" Elsa pointed.

Sure enough, Callaghan stood beside the stage. "Professor!" Tadashi called out, running toward his mentor. "Over here!"

But he never reached Callaghan. So focused was he on his destination that he failed to notice that the scaffolding that held one of the huge monitors suspended on the ceiling breaking with a sharp, metallic sound.

"Tadashi!"

He looked up and saw the monitor hurtling toward him as if in slow motion. He started to move, but instinct told him it was too late—he was doomed.

The next thing he knew, something tackled him to the ground, knocking the wind breath out of his lungs. The impact caused him to roll, and out of instinct he continued the momentum to unconsciously shield whoever was in his arms from the debris, his hand cradling the back of her head protectively. "Elsa?" he asked, dazed as he looked down at her, the choking dust, smoke, and heat swirling all around them. "Are you okay? You're not hurt?" he asked in between coughs.

"No," she gasped back, then punched him in the arm.

"Ow! What was that for?" he asked, aggrieved.

"If you die," she snapped, her eyes like twin blue flames underneath furrowed brows, "I'm going to kill you."