A/N Didn't write this within a week, but almost. I actually suddenly decided to go to North with my dog to see my family and skii and drive a snow mobile, the winter has been so sad where I live. I'll be staying here for some time, so not sure when I'll write the next chapter. Hope you like this one, tho!

Living on Bjorgman's attic was surprisingly easy for Elsa. Well it would have been easier if she didn't feel so horrible all the time. Last two days had been torture for Elsa. She was barely able to stomach any food Kristoff was bringing her. Usually she threw up the food after Kristoff left, not on purpose, she just couldn't help it. The pain in her lower abdomen was killing her. She could barely sleep at nights because of it. Two nights she had just laid on her bed, curled up, and sobbing her pain away. Crying didn't help any, though. In fact, it made it even worse when the sobs forced her body to tremble.

The fever made Elsa's mind hazy all the time. It was getting harder and harder for her to pretend to be fine. Kristoff was getting increasingly worried for her wellbeing, and Elsa didn't know if she could keep the act much longer. She didn't want to worry the boy. She was too afraid that his worry would push him to tell his parents about her, and they would either kick her out, or even worse, force her go back to home. She simply could not risk that, she had to will her illness away. Even though the nights were getting colder, and Elsa had started to doubt her survival through winter, she would rather die in this very attic than ever go back.

With newfound determination, Elsa kicked her blanket off. Okay, wrong move. She was immediately immobilized because of the pain. Elsa's breath was labored, trying to control the suffering. She felt like someone was rapidly stabbing her between her hip bones. Elsa knew she could take it, she was used to pain. After reclaiming her awareness of the world outside her discomfort, she got up. Elsa crawled towards the planks she knew would access her freedom out of the room.

The light blinded her. The two windows in the attic were small, but her room only had some cracks to bring any sunlight in, making it noticeably darker area. The lightness almost hurt her, but she didn't let it stop her from crawling towards the window. The pain made it impossible for her to walk. She also moved as quietly as she possibly could, the last thing Elsa wanted was for Kristoff's parents to hear her. She rarely was brave enough to leave her hiding place when there were others than just Kristoff, but some days, she just couldn't help her curiosity. Today it was more about her need to forget about her suffering than genuinely enjoying watching the life outside of the attic.

Elsa climbed on top of a box that was under the dusty window, and peered out. There she saw two kids throwing a frisbee together. It looked like so much fun and the kids looked like angels, with their light brown hair shining from the sunlight and tossing around like in a movie from the autumn breeze, but Elsa knew these children. She knew that they were anything but angels, their innocent looks didn't fool her. The twins, Ingrid and Knut, were little devils. She hadn't believed it when Kristoff had told her so. They looked like regular 8-years-old children, she had wrote it off as Kristoff just being annoyed by the kids. However, one day she was watching the kids to suppress her loneliness and she saw Ingrid cut the string of the youngest of Bjorgman's foster child's kite. Isaac was absolute devastated, but the twins just laughed. It was pure cruelty, Elsa had been mortified. Why would anyone do that to a 5-years-old innocent child who was just having some fun? But to Elsa's horror, that wasn't all the twins did. The twins had started pushing Isaac between them. They didn't even stop after Isaac threw up, and would probably still keep going if Kristoff hadn't ran there to save the poor kid.

Elsa hated the twins, even though she had never properly met them, she didn't have to. Isaac, on the other hand, seemed to be such a sweetheart. Whenever he was playing, he played alone. He seemed to be completely in his own mind all the time. She often saw him trying to help ants build their home. Kristoff had told her that he had heard that Isaac came to them after his parents had been in car crash while driving intoxicated from drugs. The car crash had killed Isaac's baby sister, but his parents had survived. Sometimes Elsa liked to daydream that she was Isaac. In her dreams, she was in the crushed car with her death father again, and then Kristoff comes and says that his parents will foster her now, she would never have to go back. But that was just a childish dream. Even Isaac wouldn't be that lucky, he will most likely go back to his parents someday, when they have gotten better and changed, but Elsa knew that people didn't really change.

When Elsa still lived with her father, she would often times lay on her bed with the stuffed animal her mother had made and the tiny picture she had of her in her hands. She would pray for her mother to come and save her from all the pain and suffering. Often she would pray that her mother was alive, and she would just come back and they would live happily ever after, where her father thought Elsa's debt to be finally paid. Other times she dreamed her mother would come as an angel. Her blond hair would shine like gold and she would have a white dress. Then her mother would take Elsa in her arms and spread her wings, together they would fly to Heaven.

Even after all this time, Elsa could see the picture clearly in her mind if she closed her eyes. She could remember every crack and detrition on in, and the way the paper had yellowed with time. She remembered her mother holding her in her arms, sitting on a couch. His father stood behind them, and in all his shortness, his head was barely higher than her sitting mother's. They all had such a blasting smiles on their faces, it was hard to even recognize her father with a smile. Behind the picture was the date the picture was taken, Elsa had been a little over a year. Under the date was three names: Anders, Heidi, and Elsa Weselton. She knew her own name, so it wasn't hard to guess that Anders was her father and Heidi her mother. Her father had always been 'sir' to her, and others always called him Duke. About her mother Elsa knew barely anything, just that she had died when she was a baby, and that her father refused to talk about her at all.

In reality, Elsa didn't remember her mother at all. She couldn't recall her voice or her touch. The only picture of her face in her mind was the one on the picture she had, her mother's smile frozen on the paper, forever. But sometimes things reminded her of her mother, like lavenders. It was easy for Elsa to imagine her mother had smelled like lavender, she couldn't think any other reason why the smell would made her miss her mother so much. She had once asked her father if her mother had smelled like that. It had earned her a hard slap on the face and warning to never talk about her mother again. Duke wasn't really violent, he didn't beat Elsa regularly or anything, but he wasn't gentle by any means either. Often he would grab Elsa so hard that her arms would bruise and sometimes he would pinch her ear, but that slap had really stood out. Elsa had been more terrified of her father than ever and she never dared to bring the subject up again, she had learned her lesson.

Elsa was distracted from her deep memories by some thud behind her. She turned around in sheer panic to see who had discovered her. She was sure that it was her father, he had come to bring Elsa back. But when it was just Kristoff, her whole body sighed in relief and she realized how silly she was being. Her father was dead, he would never come back, never. By now, she had learned that the dead didn't ever come back, not even if you wished for them to do.

"Kristoff, you scared the life out of me," Elsa hissed at her companion when he was done pulling the ladder up.

"Elsa! You're up!"

"Shhh, be quiet, we don't want your parents to know that."

"Oh yeah, sorry. But I brought you dinner," the boy said sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Thank you," Elsa had to be grateful, even though she felt sick even from a thought of eating. How was it a dinner time already anyway? Elsa looked out from the dusty window, and saw the sun shining low in the horizon, the day had ran out before her own eyes.

Elsa and Kristoff were laying together on Elsa's small bed. It was cramped, but the kids were still comfortable. Elsa had forced down the salmon soup Kristoff had brought her. The liquid form of the food was little easier for her to deal with, but she still felt kind of queasy. She managed to hold the food down, while she listened Kristoff telling about his day. Quietly, of course. It was always delight to hear about outside world and about Kristoff's life. It distracted her from her own humdrum life, and it was so much easier for her to listen than talk because of her sickness.

"…And then my father said, if I don't clean up that mess immediately, he will punish me. I said that I'm not cleaning Ingrid's mess and then I came here. He was fuming, but I don't care, it wasn't my fault," Kristoff finished his story with annoyed huff.

"P-p-punish you?"

"Yeah, something stupid like grounding probably. It's not fair! Why should I clean, when it obviously was Ingrid? Would you clean that?"

"If my father told me to."

"Even if you didn't make the mess?"

"That doesn't matter. I just have to do what father says," said, Elsa fixed the tense in her mind.

"Why?"

"Uhh- I- My father always said that children have to always do what their parents say, because parents have given their children life and the debt from that can never be fully paid back."

"I don't think I like your father's way of thinking," Kristoff declared. Elsa frowned at this, she hadn't ever thought it as a way of thinking. She had always taken it as a truth, something that couldn't be questioned. What if her father was actually wrong, and children weren't in any debt to their parents. Was everything she endured actually because of his father greed and cruel nature than Elsa's need to pay her debt back?

"I don't think I like it either," Elsa finally confessed. After that they fell in silence and Elsa nestled deeper in Kristoff's arms and succumbed to sleep she deeply needed.

A/N Some insight in Elsa's past and life now. I'll reveal bits of Elsa's past through the story, but I hope this answered some of your questions. Let me know how you liked this chapter!