Ah, look at her go, a new story? What?
I probably shouldn't be starting a new story, but I'm getting a little burnt out on DOTI, and I was really excited about this idea. So, anyways, I hope you all enjoy this chapter and the forthcoming ones and are looking forward to my new story as much as I am! Thanks for reading!
~Isabelle
Disclaimer: I do not own Frozen, ROTG, or any of the other movies/characters mentioned. Only my ideas are my own.
Good news!
She's dead!
The Witch of the West is dead!
The wickedest witch there ever was
The enemy of all of us here in Oz is dead!
Good news!
Good news!
ACT 1
Scene 1
No One Mourns the Wicked
Elsa had never quite felt pain like this before. It was a strange pain, almost distant, but intense and sharp. The coolness of the ice on her cheek was the only thing tethering her to the present. Voices were shouting in the background, but Elsa could only focus on the ice. She reached out a hand and shakily drew circles with her finger.
"Elsa?" Anna was next to her, her blue eyes full of concern. She was so close that Elsa could see the individual freckles on her cheeks. How many freckles did Anna have? "Elsa, come on, can you get up?"
"Give her some space, Anna." That voice belonged to Elinor, Elsa's skating coach. She laid her hand on Elsa's back as more people surrounded the fallen skater.
"Okay, Elsa, give me your arm," Anna said, not waiting for Elsa to respond. She pulled her older sister's arm over her shoulder and got to her knees, bracing her weight to help lift the young woman. The girls' father, Agnarr, quickly grabbed Elsa's other arm while Elinor supported her weight from behind. Together, they managed to get Elsa to her feet and slowly off of the ice. Clapping followed them off of the ice and out of the building.
"I can't believe I fell," Elsa groaned to Anna.
"You did more than that. I think you broke something," Anna said, eyeing Elsa's right leg worriedly. Elsa said nothing, simply allowed her family to put her carefully in the car that her mother had pulled up to the curb. Anna and Agnarr got in as well, with Elinor following behind in her own car.
Within minutes, the family arrived at the hospital and ushered Elsa into the emergency room. It took some time for Elsa to actually be seen by someone, but finally, a nurse took her back to see the doctor.
"Can you wiggle your toes for me?" Dr. Pabbie was an old man, nice but serious. Elsa attempted to move her toes but was unable. The doctor hummed and made a note. "How does your ankle feel?"
"It hurts," Elsa said. Pabbie nodded and reached for her ankle, gently moving it around. Elsa flinched.
"I think the ankle is broken, but we're going to do some X-rays to make sure," Pabbie told her. In a whirl, Elsa was taken to the X-ray room, photos taken, and returned to her family in the waiting room. Elsa was unsure if it was the efficiency of the hospital or the pain of her ankle that was making everything feel simultaneously slow and lightning fast.
"Well?" Anna bounced over to Elsa as soon as the blonde was wheeled through the doors. The nurse smiled sympathetically at her family.
"The doctor is pretty certain the ankle is broken, but he ordered an X-ray to make sure. We'll have the results in one to two days and call you," the nurse said.
"Thank you," Agnarr said, standing up and taking over Elsa's wheelchair.
"What does that mean for my skating?" Elsa asked.
"As of right now, I don't know," the nurse said, "but I do know that you need to stay off of that ankle until you speak with the doctor."
"Of course she will," Iduna said, stepping forward. Elsa said nothing as her family wheeled her to the car and drove home.
They got the call two days later.
"Can you come in this afternoon?" The nurse asked. Elsa, of course, said yes.
"Your ankle is broken," Pabbie told her, entering the room with her X-rays. Elsa sat up on an examination table, dressed in a sweatshirt and leggings. A boot was on one foot but the other was bare, having swollen up so badly that no sock or shoe could fit it. Elsa looked at her nails, painted a sparkly blue by Anna the night before.
"So what now?" Elsa asked, looking to Pabbie. Anna and her mother sat in the chairs across from her and eagerly listened in.
"Now, we put your ankle in a cast. It doesn't appear to need surgery, so you're lucky in that aspect. It will take about eight weeks to heal and then a few months of physical therapy before the full range of motion is returned," Pabbie said, beginning work on the cast.
"What about her skating?" Iduna asked. "Will she be able to continue?"
"If she does her physical therapy, Elsa should be able to return to skating in a year or so. But it depends on the person. It could take longer." Pabbie gave Elsa a sympathetic look.
"A year?" Elsa whispered.
"I'm very sorry, but a broken ankle is a serious thing. You don't want to get back on the ice too soon and risk further injury," Pabbie said.
"But what about the season?" Anna asked.
"Elsa can't skate until her ankle is fully healed and a physical therapist has cleared her. As of right now, there will be no skating." Pabbie's voice was firm. "If you have any further questions, please call my nurse. I'll see you back here in a couple months to get that cast off. Have a good day." He left the room, leaving Elsa sitting on the table in shock.
"Have a good day? Have a good day?" Anna demanded. "He gives you the worst news possible, and he says 'have a good day'?"
"Anna, this isn't the worst news possible," Iduna said, attempting to calm down her youngest daughter.
"For Elsa, it is! Skating is her life! What is she going to do now?" Anna shot up from her seat and threw her arms open wide.
"Gee, Anna, thanks," Elsa muttered. Anna blushed.
"You know what I mean, Elsa," Anna said. She stepped forward and wrapped her arms around her older sister. "I'm just… so sorry this happened to you."
"Me too," Elsa said. She looked down at the blue cast surrounding her ankle and sighed.
"Looks like you'll need crutches," her mother said.
"Or a wheelchair," Anna added.
Elsa shuddered. "No wheelchair. I'll do crutches, thank you very much."
"You don't want to be wheeled around, everyone at your beck and call?" Anna teased. Elsa rolled her eyes and stuck her tongue out at the redhead.
"Well, are you going to help me down?"
Elsa sat on her bed, reading a book. Her leg was elevated on a blue throw pillow, her phone was next to her, and a mug of tea was steaming on her bedside table. The phone pinged with a text message from Merida. Elsa reached down to open it up as Anna came in, announcing her presence with her infamous knock, knock, knock-knock, knock.
"Yes?" Elsa asked, setting her phone and book aside.
"How are you doing?" Anna asked.
Elsa sighed. "Not great, to be honest. But, you know, trying not to show it."
"Holding things in isn't healthy, Elsa," Anna chided.
"Neither is eating five King-size chocolate bars," Elsa said. Anna's mouth dropped open in faux outrage.
"That was one Halloween! Will I ever live it down?" Anna cried, throwing herself down beside Elsa. The elder sister laughed.
"Honestly, I was more impressed than anything," Elsa said.
"Mm-hmm."
The two sisters sat quietly for a moment, laying on Elsa's plush bed. Finally, Anna pushed herself up to a sitting position and faced her sister.
"So, have you emailed your professors?" Anna asked.
"Yes."
"So they know."
"Yes."
"That's good."
"Anna, you did not come in here to discuss my college career with me. What do you want?"
"Well, I was just thinking…" Anna looked down at the duvet, picking at a spare thread.
"Spit it out, Anna," Elsa said, reaching over to shove her shoulder. Anna looked up, her mouth screwed up in thought.
"I think you should audition for Wicked with me," Anna said. Elsa blinked.
"What? Where did that come from?" Elsa asked, laughing slightly.
"Well, you know I've been prepping for my audition for a while now…" Anna said, looking everywhere but at her sister. "And now that you can't skate, I just thought… wouldn't it be awesome for you to try?"
"Anna, acting is your thing," Elsa said. Anna had been acting for almost as long as Elsa had been skating. She had a high, sweet voice for singing and was great at improv. She had a great relationship with the community theatre; so when they had announced that they were doing Wicked, Anna had literally screamed out loud.
"But you sing so well! And this is something that we could do together! A sister thing!" Anna said.
"We have plenty of sister things," Elsa said. "And they don't involve me embarrassing myself."
"But you did a few plays when we were kids," Anna argued.
"Yeah, when we were kids," Elsa agreed. "That was years ago."
"It's just… ever since your figure skating took off, I feel like we've grown apart. And this whole broken ankle thing is terrible, absolutely horrible, and I wish it had never happened. But what if it happened for a reason?"
"What?"
"What if you broke your ankle because we're meant to spend more time together before you graduate and go live your life? What if we're supposed to do this show... together?"
Anna grabbed Elsa's hands and looked at her eagerly.
"I know you're scared. I'm always scared before auditions. But I think this would be so fun, and I could help you prepare. They're not till next week. Just… think about it. Okay?" Anna looked so hopeful that Elsa couldn't help but agree.
So Elsa's skating career was over for the season… but her acting career was just getting started.
So it might be a little slow right now, but next chapter is audition scenes, which I'm looking forward to! And I'm super excited for the cast list! (Bonus: who do you want to see as which characters? I already have some ideas, but I'd love to hear your opinions!)
Anyways, thanks for reading! Please follow, favorite, and review! I appreciate it!
See you on the next chapter :)
~Isabelle