An interesting thought that has yet to have a working theory, or even answer for that matter, is the question: "what are the psychological implications of a person's life being saved by a 'bad' person?"

It might be similar to that of persons suffering from Stockholm syndrome. They might very well likely become attached to that person.

Theoretically, the person would feel in debt to the one that saved their life and even feel that it would be improbable to save a life and be bad at the same time. As the two are conflicting thoughts.

Bad people don't save people.

Good people save people.

Very black and white, but everyone forgets about grey areas.

For instance, some bad people save lives because of financial gain, i.e. surgeons.

Not all, but some do. Not all that are skilled in a job enjoy said job.

This also applies to loved ones. These…toxic people as they have been called. They are bad people that offer love and security, but they also manage to break the person down or gaslight them. Toxic being the word now used instead of what it truly is: abuse.

Anna's head felt fuzzy, she could hardly recall what had happened before she passed out. The pain in her foot and arm however made her aware that she had been hurt.

As she regained her consciousness she noticed she was on the sofa, it was warm and comforting, a blanket over her and her foot propped up on some pillows. She could also start making out people talking. Elsa's voice was the only one she recognized.

"I guess I will be sending my invoice then Elsa," a man's voice said. It was raspy and yet smooth, like one could expect from a smoking con-artist.

"That would be Miss Arendelle to you Doctor and there will be no invoice, this is strictly off the books. You know…like your work," Elsa said. She had a sneer in her voice.

The man chuckled and hummed.

"Then Miss Arendelle, I expect something extra, you know what they say? Silence is golden," the man nearly purred.

"Do not push your luck Doctor. You cannot preach your 'I have friends on the other side' slogan to me, I am part of those friends, need you forget who pays some of your bills," Elsa growled.

The man cleared his throat.

"Yes, of course Miss Arendelle, my apologies, take care now," and with that the front door closed.

Anna listened to the soft footfalls of Elsa as the woman walked over to her. She managed to smile softly as she looked up to the blonde. At seeing Anna awake, Elsa's face lit up and the redhead thought it was the most wonderful thing to see.

Elsa knelt beside her and stroked her hair gently. Her thumb softly stroked a freckled forehead while the other hand moved to hold Anna's hand.

"Hello princess," Elsa smiled softly. Anna liked that, the affectionate name made her feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

"Hi," Anna rasped out, still heavy from sleep.

"How are you feeling? Any pain?" Elsa asked as she gently squeezed her hand.

"Too early to tell...what happened?" She asked and Elsa's smile faltered a little.

"I showed up to talk with the man that took you and when I heard a gun go off I thought the worst, but here you are, I still have you," Elsa smiled and kissed her softly. Anna kissed back but she knew there was more to the story and Elsa wasn't telling her.

"There were gunshots and you managed to get there before he shot me again, I saw you...beat him up, wh-what happened?" Anna asked, concerned. Elsa's face got pensive.

"You don't need to know or worry. All that matters is that you're home and safe," Elsa said before kissing her forehead.

"Elsa," Anna said softly.

"Anna, please, the less you know the better. I took care of everything," Elsa said and it sounded final. Anna swallowed and nodded. Elsa sighed and rested her forehead on Anna's.

"I'm just protecting you," she said softly and Anna nodded again.

"I know Elsa, you take such good care of me," she whispered before kissing the older woman's nose.

"Only the best for my future wife," Elsa smiled then a look of shocked realization washed over her, "you still want to get married right?"

"Yes of course, that hasn't changed," Anna grinned and Elsa visibly relaxed.

"That makes me very happy, I can't wait to call you my wife," Elsa grinned before kissing Anna.

The redhead giggled into the kiss but hissed when she tried to move both arms to hug the blonde.

"Careful, the bullet just narrowly missed your bones, there is a whole muscle that needs to mend," Elsa said softly.

"You were bleeding too," Anna said as the image of a pissed of Elsa worked it's way into her head.

"Yes, I was, but my wound isn't as bad as yours," Elsa said as she moved away for Anna to see the stitches on her upper arm.

"I'm sorry you got hurt because of me," Anna whimpered.

"Nonsense, it's my fault you got taken and hurt. Besides, I hardly felt it. You on the other hand got hurt the most. Your foot will be in a cast for a while," Elsa said as she moved so Anna can look down her body. Indeed her foot was in a cast.

"I guess you'll just have to wait on me hand a foot," Anna said cheekily and Elsa chuckled.

"With pleasure," she smiled, "now get some more rest, sleep helps the body heal faster," Elsa said before kissing Anna's forehead again before standing.

"Yes doctor," Anna said with a giggle. Elsa shook her head before walking to go make dinner. Anna felt herself drift back to the land of slumber.

Elsa's smile fell and she sighed.

She would need to be more careful. Having someone around all the time was proving to be stress inducing. Before Anna she could do as she pleased, but now she had to double check everything. Especially leaving blood on her clothes and body, sometimes her work she takes down to the basement. She would need to keep her wits about her. There was no slipping up.

She's already put herself out there with this forsaken kidnapping. Having to call in favors she was hoping to keep for her own kidnappings. But no matter.

Humans are masters at adapting and monsters even more so.