a/n: for those readers just joining now, welcome and thanks for sticking with the story this far! so, when i was writing this thing and updating in the past, i posted interesting tidbits pertaining to each chapter every time i updated on my tumblr. if you go to my tumblr (link provided on my fanfiction profile page), and click the 'aiswy tidbits' link to the left and scroll past some of the more current posts, you'll find some interesting facts about the story. for instance, you'll find the story of will west (true story), what elsa and anna wore to the club, what heidi and anna drank at the club, what kirby and samus look like, what restaurant shrimp hut is based on, etc. so if you want, go check it out!

enough of my rambling. hope you enjoy the remaining chapters.


Elsa reached up and stroked her heart locket. She must look terrible right now; hairs astray and bags under her eyes, puffy and red from the endless weeping. She hadn't slept well or eaten properly in the past week. The ceaseless, anxious churning in the pit of her stomach was almost unbearable.

She looked up to see her psychologist intently looking back at her.

"You were right doc. I hurt her...so bad. I..." Her lips began to quiver. Elsa hung her head. She'd never felt such a raw, aching feeling of shame, just throbbing away at her tender heart.

Her psychologist stayed silent. Elsa didn't know if she was judging her, silently saying, "I told you so," or if she simply didn't know what to say next. Elsa didn't care. She deserved the judgment. She should've listened to her from the beginning, or else Kristen wouldn't have gotten hurt the way she did.

"I don't know why I did it. I know Anna's gone, but...it felt so good in the moment. Everything, every moment with Kristen, it almost felt like Anna was back, and it was heaven. I'm just...I'm just so frustrated! I can't do this anymore! Life is meaningless without her! I want to die! I want to be with Anna! This is torture!" She slammed her fist against the armchair.

But Dr. O'Meara didn't say anything. Elsa huffed in and out in silence.

This isn't about me. I hurt Kristen.

The throbbing was more powerful, more aching now. A painful ball started to well up in her throat. She tried to swallow it down. She reached up and touched her locket again, and finally heard Dr. O'Meara speak.

"Miss Elsa, you told me that locket had special meaning for you and Anna, correct?"

Elsa gave a nod. She heard her psychologist sit up.

"Elsa, I'm afraid the only way to get past this pain is to let Anna go. You have to let her go, or this pain will be endless. You will continue to see Anna everywhere you go, and you will continue to see Anna in Kristen, and project Anna onto Kristen." She heard the psychologist sigh, and continue.

"I'm not going to sugar coat it. Kristen can never be Anna, don't you understand that? She can never be the person who you want her to be. You're trying to make Kristen someone she's not, and it's awfully burdensome, hurtful, and upsetting to both of you. Perhaps, deep down Kristen may even want to be this Anna, now that she's fallen for you. But she can't, and I think that's what is hurting her the most. That and the fact that she thinks you don't like her for who she is, but who she resembles or reminds you of."

A hot tear landed on Elsa's wrist. The words stung, mostly because they were true. I hurt her so much. I'm a terrible, horrible person.

"I want to try something, Miss Elsa."

Elsa didn't look up. She couldn't.

"I want you to take off the necklace for me, perhaps just for a moment."

Elsa shot an incredulous look at her psychologist, almost offended at the suggestion.

"Please, I know it's frightening. It's the only physical connection you have left with Anna. But, I think that if you free yourself of the necklace, it might help you let her go, first physically, then perhaps mentally."

Elsa clutched the locket tightly. She hated the idea, and it made her upset. She couldn't bear the idea of not wearing it. But she was right about me hurting Kristen in the first place. She's my mentor.

"I know what's best for you, Miss Elsa. Put your trust in me." She held out her hand, implying for Elsa to hand over the locket.

I have to let her go.

After hesitating for a long moment, Elsa slowly brought up her shaking hands to unclasp the necklace.


"Kristen, I'm home! I got you more chocolate and cream soda!" Kristoff called out in the cheeriest voice he could muster. He set the bag on the kitchen counter and peered into the bedroom. She was still curled up on the bed.

Kristoff sighed. She really didn't need to feel guilty. It was him that should be taking all the blame. Earlier in the week she had revealed everything about her N.N. work, and about her relationship with Elsa. She thought she'd betrayed him, and she felt guilty. She had no idea that he was a monster.

He picked up a pack of chocolates and a can of soda and headed into the room. "Feisty pants, I got you your favorites. Cream soda and chocolates."

Without moving, Kristen responded. "Throw over the chocolates, but don't get me the cream soda anymore...please."

He walked over and gently sat on the side of the bed. Kristen finally looked up at him with red, puffy eyes and said, "I don't deserve you. I feel so guilty."

Kristoff looked down at this shoes. The shame was unbearable. He changed the subject. "So, it's been a week. You're just...you're just not going to show up to work?"

"Yup."

Kristoff looked back at Kristen. He'd never seen her so depressed, so apathetic, or so fatigued in his life. She was a totally different person. Her spark was gone and it was very unsettling. He started to observe the room around him, which was a mess. Soda cans, chocolate wrappers, and fast food remnants lay scattered around the bed. He heard her speak.

"I don't think I can look her in the eyes again. She lured me in, and I fell for her. Just like her other nurses. And she wasn't even looking at me. She was looking at somebody else, the whole time."

Kristoff heard her sniff, and his heart split in two. She was crying, again. "Erik, I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have even taken the job. I was a different person around her...I wanted...I wanted to be a different person around her." She brought her hands to her face. "I wanted to be her."

Kristoff closed his eyes, unable to bear the sight of her in such pain.

"Weird, I know." Kristen muttered between sniffs.

Kristoff looked down at the cut on his index finger. He swallowed, and cleared his throat. "Kristen...I-I need to tell you something."

She continued to softly cry into her hands. He couldn't take it anymore. He made up his mind, right then and there. He was going to do it. He was going to tell her. He loved Kristen with all his heart, and he couldn't stand to see her in such heartbreak. He made this happen, and he could've prevented it. He was doing this to her. No more. "Let's get you out of the house, Kristen. I want to take you somewhere." There was no turning back. Both their lives were going to change forever. The realization was terrifying, but he knew it was the right choice. He clutched his injured index finger. He was going to take her to Anna's house...her house. That's where he'd tell her, in her room, surrounded by her past and real identity.

"C'mon," Kristoff said gently, as he stroked her hair for the last time. "I want to take you somewhere. I have something to show you."

"No, I wanna stay here."

Kristoff gave a light, but sad chuckle. "Kristen, you won't regret going, I promise."


The light turned green, and Kristoff revved forward on his black motorcycle. He felt Anna grip tighter around his waist. He savored it, and soaked in every last touch with her.

I'm telling her the truth. I have to give her back her happiness. I stole her away. She deserves so much better than this.

Kristoff turned a corner, but carefully so that this last motorcycle ride together would be as smooth as possible. He looked down at his index finger again.

It's okay. Those five years with her were perfect, more than you could ever ask for. I would gladly give up a whole hand, no, my whole life for you Anna. You are my life, you gave me life. Thank you. You've showed me what love can be, what it is. You've shown me that life can be beautiful. I never deserved something like that.

He was getting closer to Anna's house, about six minutes away.

You're on your way back home. Back to your father, back to Elsa, back to the life you once had. I'm so sorry. We're almost there, just hold on tight.

Just then, as he was entering a busy intersection, in the corner of his eye he saw a familiar black sedan heading straight for them with immense speed.

Is it going to stop at the street light?!

But it didn't. Right as Kristoff was zooming through the intersection, the black sedan rammed hard into both Kristoff and Anna, and he heard her scream through her helmet.

"ANNA!" Kristoff screamed out as they both flew into the air. He violently landed and slid into the hard, black gravel. He felt a searing burn in his leg as he finally came to a stop. He ripped off his helmet and looked down. His leg was charred red, burned from skidding against the pavement. But it didn't matter. He looked up and frantically searched for Anna.

"ANNA!" He yelled, but there was no answer.

Then, he saw her, and his heart dropped. She was lying on her back motionless, her helmet still on her head. He sprinted over to her, the pain in his leg shooting up and all through his body.

"Oh god..." Kristoff knelt down and quickly ran his eyes up and down her body. There were no visible injuries or scratches. She always wore good padding when riding the motorcycle, with jeans and a leather jacket. But there might be internal injuries. He looked at her helmet, and he gasped. There was a huge crack in it. She must've hit her head. Hard. She was unconscious.

"HELP! Somebody call 911!"


"Kristen...can you hear us?"

What?

She felt groggy, heavy, and hazy. She started to open her eyes, but everything was white. The whiteness seared into her skull, and she clamped her eyelids shut to escape the pain. She suddenly felt her head throb with an intense aching. She moaned, and gripped her head with her hands.

Where am I?

"You've been in an accident and you're in the hospital. Can you hear us?"

She grimaced as she slowly pulled her eyes open. Hospital?

"Kristen, how do you feel?"

Kristen?Wha-

Suddenly, what felt like a thousand lightning bolts shot through and electrocuted her soul. She gasped loudly, and threw up both hands to cover her gaping mouth. Her body started trembling, shaking violently. Her world began to spin. A thundering wave of realization crashed over her. A sob escaped from her mouth, and her eyes welled with tears. She couldn't breath.

Anna remembered.

Everything.

-End of Part 2-