Chapter twelve is here. Please look for an explanation to it at the bottom after reading.
11 November, 1963
"How's my favorite patient today, Hm?"
"She's still talking to herself. I really don't think she'll get any better."
"Nonsense. Elsa, dear, look at me." The blonde's head spun around to face the man in white standing before her. She silently pulled her knees to her chest as she stared up from the floor. "See? She's conscious of what goes on around her. Improvement. Progress."
"She only seems to listen for a little while before she goes off rambling again. She's just a nut. I wouldn't waste my time."
"Charlie, hush." The doctor, Victor, snapped back, drumming his fingers against his clipboard irritably.
Victor was a well-built man, who stood tall and proud. He had honey colored eyes, pink lips, and he was young- Younger than most doctors in his field. Thirty three. He had dirty blonde hair with a scruffy beard which he refused to shave.
Charlie, on the other hand, was the exact opposite. Charlie was short and meek (when he wanted to be). Deep brown eyes that matched his hair, and an ugly mug to boot. You couldn't find a whisker on his face.
"Where's Anna?" The two males heads' snapped around when they heard the woman on the floor begin to speak. She had been mussing with her already messily braided hair. Anna. Anna? Who was Anna? Charlie had no idea.
"Anna doesn't exist." Victor spoke up.
"Where's Anna?"
"Elsa, please be quiet. We've gone over this before."
"But I have to find Anna. We were going to have a day out." Elsa smiled happily, fiddling with the end of her braid at the thought.
"There is no Anna."
Her smile fell slightly. "I have to find Anna. Today is our day out."
"Is everyone at this asylum this fuckin' crazy?" Charlie asked, eyebrows raised.
"Charlie, hush. Elsa, look at me. You're living in a fantasy world. You need to come back to reality."
"But... Today was our day out..." She trailed off, eyebrows furrowed together in confusion.
"She's not getting it.." Victor sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose before looking at Elsa again. "Nothing a little more electroshock therapy can't fix, Hm?" He held out his hand to her. She didn't take it.
"Come on, dear.. I haven't got all day..." She still didn't take it. In an instant, he grabbed her wrist and she screamed; squirming around. "Come on."
The blonde continued to scream as he tugged on her wrist; kicking at him, squirming this way and that. One good kick to the doctor's shin and he yelped, calling out for "reinforcement." Two burly men came immediately, pouncing on Elsa to physically restrain her.
"No, no, no...!" She cried out, tears now spilling out of her eyes and down her cheeks, leaving salty trails behind. A litany of the redhead's name came spilling out of her mouth, with an occasional pause for whatever ear piercing scream Elsa could muster.
They didn't let her go, as much as she protested to be. Her screaming and crying soon melted away to what was a weak little girl, scared; a blubbering mess of whimpers and tears. "Anna! Anna..! No, no.. Anna.. You were supposed to save me.. You said you'd always be there for me..."
Until then... Goodnight.
Here's an explanation of everything...
Elsa is a schizophrenic. She lives in an insane asylum where her parents had dumped her, isolated by herself in a room. Arendelle is the fantasy world she created where practically everything is perfect, way back in the day when everything was simpler. Every journal entry had been created in Elsa's mind, sometimes verbally spoken which earned her funny looks from the workers.
Anna is a character Elsa created when she was nine years old. Anna represents Elsa's younger sister, Alice, who had wandered off during a snowstorm and ultimately froze to death. Hence why Elsa created herself in her fantasy world as the "Snow Queen" with the abilities to control the snow and ice.
Elsa's real parents are fully alive and well. After they lost Alice for good, they noticed Elsa becoming less in touch with reality and more with a fantasy land. Fearing they would "lose" their other daughter, they left her at the asylum at age twelve and haven't seen her since. In Arendelle, Elsa "killed her parents" because in her mind, they're dead to her.
In Chapter Eleven, Elsa mentions Hans grabbing her and pushing her against the wall- Which didn't really happen. Hans represents the men at the asylum who physically restrain her when need be because she sees them as the bad guys.
Her "royal physician" is Victor, which is why she hates doctors. He studies her, harms her, pokes and prods at her.
The strange pains Elsa had been getting in her fantasy world were actually her receiving electroshock therapy in the real world. It would usually bring her to screaming or tears.
Her absence in the journal entries had been a long period where Victor had ripped her from Arendelle and yanked her back to reality. He forced her to stay there with terrible treatment. Elsa made it so she had been "in the Southern Isles" at the time.
Everyone else in Arendelle had been happy characters that Elsa had created to keep everything perfect. (ie. Sven, Olaf, Kristoff, Gerda, Kai, etc..)
Everything should make sense now - Especially if you go back and re-read. If you have any further questions on certain chapters, simply ask or PM me. I'll happily explain anything or each chapter thoroughly if you're still curious.
