Prompt: Anna commits suicide and Kristoff discovers her, but it turns out it was only a nightmare that Kristoff was having?
This prompt was actually sent to me by Charpam21 here on FFN, so thank you for this challenging prompt.
Trigger Warning: Suicide
Something wasn't right.
He could tell as soon as he walked into the bedroom that something was very, very wrong.
"Anna?"
The only sound that greeted him was silence, broken only by the ticking of the grandfather clock in the corner, and a strange dripping noise.
Kristoff's brow furrowed as he stepped farther into the room, following the unnatural and unsteady dripping sounds.
"Anna?" he called again, peeking in the door that led to the adjoining dressing room. "Anna, are you in here?" He looked around, checking behind the dressing partition in the room, before sighing and heading back into the main bedroom.
He followed the unsettling dripping sounds to the edge of the bed, and was suddenly hit with the nauseating, metallic scent of blood, tiny droplets of the substance hitting the dark, wood floor below at random intervals. Looking closer, he saw a petite, red-stained hand peeking out from under the covers, hanging off the edge of the bed, and he distantly recognised that the blood was dripping from there, but his mind was racing, focusing only on the lump in the bed and praying that his worst nightmare wasn't about to come true.
"A-Anna?" he stumbled over the single word, voice thick with worry and fear as he put a hand on the edge of the comforter, vaguely registering that it was damp, before he pulled it back.
The sight that met him completely broke him, and he struggled to comprehend why Anna, his wife, the one person that he loved more than life itself, was laying motionless, sharp object in hand, and blood dripping down her arm. She was…
He couldn't even bring himself to think it as he fell to his knees at the side of the bed, pulling her into his arms and cradling her close, pushing the hair from her eyes and kissing the top of her head, her forehead, her cheek, willing her to wake up, to look back up at him with those beautiful turquoise eyes that he loved so much.
But nothing worked, nothing could work, as he begged her to just please wake up, askedwhy she had done this, wondered if it was something he'd said, something he'd done.
And when it became clear that there was nothing more that he could do, he screamed, agonized and heartbroken.
He woke with a start, bolting upright as he ran a hand over his face, the memory of the dream, the nightmare, still vivid in his mind. He gasped and panted as he tried to catch his breath and collect himself.
"…Kristoff?"
Kristoff looked over to see a pile of messy, red hair, and sleepy turquoise eyes filled with concern as Anna placed a gentle hand on his shoulder. "Kris?"
Kristoff pulled her close, cupping her face gently and staring at her with an intensity that Anna didn't understand.
"Kristoff? Are you alright?" she blinked the sleepiness from her eyes and placed her hands over his, studying him worriedly. "Did you… Did you have a bad dream?"
Kristoff only pulled her into a tight hug, wrapping his arms around her and holding her close.
"…Kristoff?"
"Please… Just…" He pulled back to meet her gaze once again, and Anna saw that there were tears in his eyes. She'd never seen him cry before, Kristoff was just one of those people that didn't seem to cry. And, now that she was faced with it, she was completely unsettled at the sight.
"Just… Promise me you'll always tell me if you're feeling sad, okay?"
He sounded so broken, and distressed, and Anna could feel her heart sink as she tried to imagine what sort of terrible nightmare had brought this on.
"Oh, Kristoff…" She pulled him back into a hug and he nuzzled his face into her neck as silent sobs wracked his body. It was the best she could do to rub his back and hold him tight in silence as she stared blankly at the aurora borealis outside of the bedroom window.