Elsa

His breathes were short. His chest barely lifted, and his body is cold. His eyes fall shut, and his voice silent. It was this way for a while.

They explained the whole technicality to me, but I never listened. I just wanted them to tell me how he would recover. Kristoff visited often to us, but he did as I did; sit in silence.

We sat in the silence, not because we were without words, but because silence was our only comfort. We both were missing our better halves. Kristoff only spoke occasionally, and it was to update me on the investigation of everything.

He said they had found Anna in the building, but not in a way we had ever thought of. She was in a room, not chained nor tied, but destroyed. They found her rocking back and forth, crying silently. She looked insane, as if she was the victim. Bunny put her in a recovery clinic, but not a physical one. Apparently, there are physiological recovery clinics, but I don't really get it. When they asked her about anything, she said she knew nothing. She even said she didn't know who Jack or I was. She asked for Kristoff, but he didn't see her. I don't know why, but I guess he's still trying to accept what happened. I don't really know what he's thinking, since words are not part of our bond.

Jack occasionally has facial expressions, screams, and shouts slurs of words. It's as if he is in a tight dream, but when I try to wake him, his eyes do not reach full opening. Kristoff said it was because of blood loss and trauma. I say it's because whats the point in waking up. Nothing good happens after waking up anyway.

So here I sit, every day, every hour. Every minute, ignoring all duties I had promised to keep. Every second, rotting as I wait for Jack to wake up. I sit here, too drained to cry; too destroyed to move.

Kristoff comes in, as he does often, but this time he brings news.

"They've concluded her memory loss is because of PTSD. They think she was so terrified of herself and her mistake she simply deleted it from her memory. I think I'm going to see her soon, and you should too. Maybe your presence could help." He sighs, torn down by the world around him.

"No." I bluntly respond.

"Elsa, please? Sitting here does nothing. You might as well try. She is your sister." He tries.

"I can't. I'm not like you, Kristoff. I can't forgive like you can. I don't want to deal with that right now." I sigh.

"Then when? When will you deal with it? You can't just ignore it! You've got to see her sooner or later." Kristoff is acting a way I've never seen before.

The stress and anxiety has gotten to him. He doesn't yell, but his voice screams determination.

"FINE. I'll go!" I shout, getting up in a fit.

I leave the room for the first time in two days, and it's from a few words said by someone who shouldn't be bossing me around. Whatever, I'll go and prove him wrong. Just wait until I enter the room to see Anna. Wait until I get to her, and I get to scream at her. How dare she pretend she doesn't remember. How dare she betray us. How dare she live.

Kristoff steps out soon after me, and walks out. I follow him, but I'm not okay with this. I cross my shoulders, but hobble behind him. Sitting down for two days really takes a toll on your already weak body.

It's only a mile or so away, but I recognize the building. It's a towering, gray building that'd I'd never guess help breathing people. It's where Bunny always oddly comes from, with no explanation or story. Whatever, I'm sure it's something private or important. I'll make a mental note to ask later.

We arrive inside. Kristoff does all the talking, proving our Military status, and walking. I just follow and wish I wasn't here. We climb the stairs, reaching the third floor. Bunny had followed us up here, probably to keep me from strangling Anna.

Kristoff and I give each other a look as we stand before the door. Mentally, I'm unprepared for any response, but then again, I never loved her in the way Kristoff did. I didn't even know she existed for most of my life, but she is Kristoff's life. Suddenly, my selfish mind leaves my own feelings, and enters Kristoffs. I haven't seen him cry. I haven't seen him mourn really. He just sits. Silent.

His silence and seemingly lethargic attitude is probably his version of surviving this. I don't blame him. I wouldn't want to make a show when everyone thinks you were just betrayed by your other half.

"We will be okay." I say, opening to door for Kristoff. He noods, and he walks in first.

Immediately I see a soft smile appear on Anna's face. She's lying in a bed, with no wires or monitors on her. There's just a soldier stationed in the corner.

"Kristoff! I'm so glad you came! They wouldn't tell me anything, and ask me the weirdest questions about you. I got pretty scared, but I'm so glad you're here now." She says, directly to Kristoff.

I just stand, unsure how to react. This is... the worst feeling. I want to hate her for what she's done, but something inside is dragged me down to forgiveness. This little feeling screams louder than hatred I want to boil inside me.

"Elsa? I'm so glad you're here! Both of you. I don't know what happened, though. Why do they have me here? Did something happen? Why do you have bruises on your arms and face? Are you okay?" Her questions bombard me.

I forgot I had bruises. I was too busy wailing in my own self pity, and now I wish they weren't there. I cover them with my hands by crossing them, but I don't know what to do about my face.

"Everything is okay. But... do you remember a building out in the woods? It was pretty old. Gray and sad looking. Do you know?" Kristoff tries to ease into questions we both want to know.

"No? Why would I?" She laughs to herself.

We don't laugh. I want to scream forever. I look over to Kristoff, and his face seems hopeless. I feel a deep urge to hug him, or try to comfort him in some way, but I've never been good at comforting. I'd probably make it worse.

His eyes seemed duller than before. His face sunken from stress and pain. Dark circles decorated his eyes in a way I'd never seen him before. His eyes were puffy, as if he was crying, but I've never seen him cry.

"Do you know anyone named Gothel?" Kristoff asked in the same monotone voice.

"hmmm... nope. Doesn't ring a bell. But why is this important? Can they let me go already?" She said, being annoyed in the Anna way that only eyes can describe.

"Anna," Kristoff begins, and with his tone, I know the following words will be a battle for him to say. "I know you don't remember, but... But some things happened. Some terrible things. And... you..."

Anna gives a concerned and confused face to Kristoff, who is unable to finish his sentence. He wasn't crying his eyes out, but he was definitely thinking every letter of every word he had to say. Telling Anna she betrayed us all wasn't exactly easy.

"You were involved with this woman, Mother Gothel, and it wasn't good. She was obsessed with Rapunzel, you remember her?" I ask, trying to explain things for Kristoff.

"Yah? But... Why was I with someone bad? What did she do?" Anna asks, still not grasping the concept.

"Anna," I begin, thinking being blunt would've been easier, but as I attempt to speak, the words are stuck in my throat like thick honey. "You were with her. You told her where we were, and she abducted us when we went into the building. I know you don't remember, but you betrayed us. I'm- I'm sorry."

It takes a few hard swallows to regain a slightly sympathetic gesture towards Anna. Honestly, I don't want to be here. I know Anna is innocent, but she's also not. I want to just go and worry about Jack so I don't have to juggle the idea that Anna is my sister or my enemy.

"I- no?" She asks, devastated at her own self. "How-? Did I-?" Tears threaten her eyes. She gets up, walking towards Kristoff.

She's pretty close, her eyes staring into his, less than a few inches away. He looked empty compared to her eyes which silently spilled a few gentle tears.

"I'm so sorry- I- I-." She stutters, but hushes after Kristoff engulfs her in a tight hug.

His body is much larger than hers, that he practically swallows her up. It's adorable, but a sting of some odd emotion burns subtly within me. His great affection for her, despite her worst state, is something I want. I crave it.

I'm sick and tired of being everyone's toss-around rag doll... but I expect this. Anna has much more going for her. I should just shut up, and accept what reality it has come to.

"Elsa, I need to talk to you alone." I hear Bunny whisper to me as my sister and her boyfriend still hug each other, crying together.

I follow him out of the room, looking back on the couple. They will heal together, and be stronger than ever.

Bunny and I are alone in the empty hallway.

"Elsa, I'm discontinuing your military status for now. Or rather, placing you in a different position. Once Jack is released from the hospital, he will need a care taker. In the past, he hasn't had much success with personal nurses. And in fact, I'm not even certain if you will be able to aid him. He's been in bad conditions before, so this isn't to much, but we have to have someone watching him. It's unsafe not to." Bunny explains.

"What do you mean? What's been so bad?" I ask, concerned. I don't mind taking care of Jack, since he's done so much for me.

"In the past," Bunny begins, breathing heavily before as if this is a difficult or secretive thing. "he's attacked nurses if he awoke and they tried to aid him. We don't really have too much of a psychiatrist, but I'd bet he can't sleep without remember whatever past trauma's he's got. A lot of us are this way because of this epidemic, but Jack is worse. He doesn't seem to know what he's doing, because he always awakens during his sleeping fits, and tries to help whoever his caretaker is. Honestly, I'm hoping since you actually know him well and are good friends, I'm hoping maybe during his healing process he won't explode on you. You can not take this assignment, and I'd understand."

"How normal is this?" I'm shocked, saddened for my friend; my life line.

"Usually only during healing I think, because he can't move to much and is forced to let him mind roam free. Generally, he's busy with military things or cases or something to distract him. I don't know, though. We don't have a large enough population inside the walls to figure it out." Bunny says, running his hands through his grayish, brown hair in distress.

"I'll do it. I'll try my best to help him." I say. "Do you think he'll be awake now? It's been two days. We should head back." I'm kind of urging to get back, rudely enough. Honestly, my sister and the complication is important, but I don't want to try and solve that puzzle. I want to solve Jack's puzzle. I'm selfish for that.

"Alright, but please- be careful. He doesn't mean to be the way he is. It's just the world's affect on us." Bunny says, bidding me goodbye.

I nod, but begin to jog out the door. Suddenly, I really wish I'd eaten more or slept more. I feel so weak and breakable, but I jump into a sprint. I have to see Jack. I have to. It's only been a few moments, but I'm determined not to leave him.

As I arrive to the hospital, wheezing from poor body exercise in the recent weeks, Rapunzel greets me. Well, she smiles a broken smile, and I embrace her hug. It's more for her than me.

"I'm sorry you got drug into this." She says, and I know she is hurting inside.

"No, it's okay, really." I assure. "Did Jack wake up?"

"Yeah, and I was surprised you weren't there. It's only been a few minutes, but he's asked for you a few times. I actually just came out to find you." She reports.

In a rush of feelings, I walk past her, heading towards Jack's designated room. I open the door, still barely catching my breath. I see those beautiful blue eyes of Jacks find mine as I stand beside him, still huffing a little.

His eyes grow, soft and gentle from my presence. I let myself have a smile. There's a doctor or two in the room, but I honestly don't pay attention to them. Standing beside his hospital bedside. I wait to see if he is even allowed to hug me or anything that requires movement.

"Hey." He says, a smile softly laid on his face.

With teary eyes and an overwhelming relief, I respond, saying, "hey."

"Are you okay?" He asks, but I don't know if he means if my body is okay, or if my mind.

"I'm fine. Are you?" I decide to just cut it short. I won't tell him everything because it wastes time and he shouldn't focus on me.

"Well I mean I basically almost died and apparently haven't been awake in 2 days, but other than that, I'm great!" he laughs.

"That's good." I smile, feeling the weirdly warm feeling inside my cold soul. "When are you getting out of here?"

"I don't know, they were just about to tell me that." He says, pointing to the two doctors in the room with aged clothes and sunken faces.

A single doctor, one with more gray hair than the faded brown, walks over. "How do you feel?"

"Pretty okay, actually. I just feel like... exhausted? I don't know." Jack says in his happy voice, but for a second at the end, I can see a glimpse of him.

I can see the glimpse of horror he has just survived. I can feel his anxiety which has just riveted his boy, leaving him helpless against our previous battle against Gothel. Luckily, Gothel is in holding, but Jack will probably have nightmares about those days for the rest of his time. I will too, definitely.

"Try to get up." The doctor commanded.

Jack seemed excited for a moment, rushing his long legs out from under the covers and onto the worn down tile floor. He tries to get up, but I can tell he quickly realizes he is far to weak to move to much. If I'm thinking correctly, he hasn't eaten in the time in Gothel's captivity, which was I think 4 days, and then plus the 2 days he found sleep, so it's been 6 days, and he's already pretty lean.

"He needs food now." I demand, trying to help my only friend in this world. The doctor who didn't speak to Jack leaves the room, and I assume he's getting food.

Jack tries to walk, but I catch him as he nearly falls.

"How about you wait a day or two. Eat something, relax some?" I try to aid.

"Elsa, I've been in a bed for two days, and for however long on a concrete floor. I've rested enough." Though he's probably being sarcastic or jokey, I still feel a slight burn of frustration in his voice. Anger. I can sense it, because of my past, I can always feel man's anger.

"Jack, no. You can't-" He cuts me off.

"Yes I can." He says, bordering on shouting, and now I know he's frustrated or angry or whatever emotions that jumble together to create such a terrifying tone.

He gets up, leaning most his frail body against the wall, scooting over towards the door. It takes him a moment, but he reaches the door slowly, inching his way against the wall.

"Elsa, can you get me to my apartment?" He asks for help, but still has the same I-can-do-it-and-nothing-will-stop-me attitude and persistence.

"Not until you eat something." I demand.

He sighs, but mumbles a 'fine' to agree to it. He's not happy, but I don't care. He'll be alive, so that's what matters. Sitting on the bed, his thin legs hang off.

Jack

It only took three minutes of being awake to realize just how hungry I am. By the time Tiana brings in a tray of food, I feel so deprived that I might go crazy. It's torture to watch her walk towards me as I can't eat it just yet, but once she hands it to me, I devour it. I don't care that Elsa's in here, I'm starving.

It's probably only been 5 minutes, but it was 5 minutes of delicious heaven. After Tiana takes the tray, I convince Elsa to help me to my apartment. I can't stand being in this hospital. I mean, physically standing is hard, but REALLY THIS SUCKS.

I almost fall at least a dozen times as Bunny aids Elsa in helping me to the apartment. I mean I practically fall into every corner and stair until I can definitely fall into my bed. Surprisingly, I'm exhausted. You'd think so many days out would make me want to run for days, but I guess not.

"Thanks. Have a good night." I try to dismiss them. It's not that I don't want anyone around, I just have to sort things out in my head. I need silence.

"Oh, she's not leaving. You're still almost dead, remember? She'll watch you. And this time- try not to scare the care taker off." Bunny says with a smile and hint of humor.

"Wait-?" I start, but Elsa begins to explain before I finish.

"They said you needed a care taker, and since I'm still in healing time, Bunny decided it would be best if I spent this time being your caretaker."

"Oh."

"What exactly happened, if you don't mind telling me, to the other care takers?" I look straight into her eyes as she asks this. They are so beautiful and full, but also terrified. Terrified of me.

"I just have bad dreams, and sometimes my mind pretends they're reality. Don't worry, I won't do anything. It hasn't happened in a long time, so don't worry." I try to reassure.

I'm not lying, technically. It really is just nightmares that try to become reality. Besides it's been at least a year, surely I'm better. Also, why would I hurt Elsa? She's the most beautiful, amazing person ever.

I don't think I'm too much of a monster.

"Okay." She smiles. "I'm going to go to sleep though, so goodnight."

"Goodnight." I say, holding onto these precious words.

I definitely won't be sleeping, though. Too many thoughts to control my mind.

A/N: sorry this took so long to write! My excuse this time is school and life, but that's not really a good excuse. I mean, my best friend has recently (well like 3 months) become my boyfriend so theres that and my school is basically trying to kill me. so ya. I'm sorry you had to read my personal life but honestly Finals are coming up and break so don't expect much writing lol i ahte myself ps plz comment i like to hear your inputs YOUR OPINIONS ARE IMPORTANT!