A/N I've been a little bored lately. Since basically the whole country has stopped functioning. That's why I wrote this so fast. And uh, this one is a long one, but I hope you like it. Not only the lenght, but also the story. Please, leave a comment after reading (:

Everything was foggy and the world felt like it was spinning and turning. Elsa felt like all of her memories were within her reach, but she just couldn't quite grasp any of them. The more she gained consciousness, the more horrible she felt. Elsa felt queasy, her head throbbed, and her whole body was kind of aching. The pain felt numbed somehow, like she knew it should be there, but it quite wasn't. Elsa wasn't sure of anything.

Then she tried to draw a deep breath, but it just made her gag. There was something in her throat, making it impossible for her to breathe. Elsa's eyes flew open, but she couldn't see anything, just brightness. She tried to lift her hands to claw her throat, but something, someone, was holding her chest down, making it impossible for her to lift her arms up. The panic was so intense. She tried to trash herself free, but there were another pair of hands, stronger ones, holding her down with even more force. They were male hands, something Elsa was even more afraid, though she couldn't quite remember why. But these hands didn't make her more afraid, they felt familiar, like they had always been there to hold her. They were strong and gently, they made her feel safe somehow. Not only the hands, but the voice paired with it. She knew she should recognize it, but it was so hard when the buzzling in her ears was swallowing the words.

There was another voice, unfamiliar female. But she was able to understand her words: "Please, miss, there's nothing to be worried about. You're in hospital, you were in an accident. There's an intubation tube in your throat. Don't try to talk, we'll remove it now, if you'd just laid still a moment."

Elsa started to calm down, she didn't feel as threated anymore. She could now see two blurry figures standing in front of her, almost looming over her. She recognized the other face, it was Kristoff. Kristoff would keep her safe. She relaxed back on the bed, well as much as she possibly could.

"Very good. Now, cough for me and I'll remove the tube", the female voice said and Elsa complied. She could feel the tube being removed from her throat, it was such an unpleasant experience.

When Elsa was free from the tube, her throat felt sore and uncomfortable. Her voice was hoarse when she rasped out: "What happened?"

It was Kristoff who answered this time, holding her left hand: "You were in accident, Elsa. Someone hit your bike with a car, when you were coming from your yoga practice." That helped her memory a little. She started gaining bits and pieces from the last days.

"Your right arm's radius snapped from the impact when you fell, and you fractured multiple bones on your hand and your shoulder in the same arm. The breaks were clean, and we were able to just cast your arm and give you a sling. Your right leg, however, wasn't as lucky. Apparently, it got tangled with your bike, and you broke both: your tibia and your fibula. We had to fix them through surgery. The surgery went without complications. Also, there is a possibility of head injury, though you head had no other visible marks, than scratches and bruising on your cheek and jaw." The lady in long, white coat informed her.

After all that had sunk in Elsa's brain, she finally remembered everything. Well almost, her memories from the ambulance were quite hazy, but everything before the crash was clear as a day. And what else was clear, was how much Elsa hated hospitals. "Thank you, I want to go home now."

The doctor looked flabbergasted, her mouth hanging open. Like she couldn't believe what Elsa had said. "Ah—miss, you can't—it's—you just woke up from surgery", the doctor tried to stutter.

"What the hell, Elsa? You are not going anywhere! You could have died!" Kristoff yelled at his sister. Why it always had to be so hard with her, when it was about her health?

"I'm fine, I want to go home", Elsa insisted, ignoring Kristoff completely. It was hard to grasp on the reality, her head felt so foggy, but that much was sure for Elsa.

"Miss, I really can't recommend that. You're still highly medicated and there's the possibility of concussion", the doctor tried to explain, but Elsa didn't care to listen.

"I don't need your recommendation. I am adult, and you can't force me to stay here against my will." Then Elsa turned to her brother and huffed: "Are you going to help me, or do I have to crawl my way back to home with broken limbs?"

Kristoff sighed and rubbed his neck, feeling desperate. He was mad at Elsa for being so reckless, but he also knew Elsa. Elsa hated hospitals, and absolutely nothing could make her stay in one, if she didn't want to. He didn't doubt a second Elsa would actually crawl home, if she had to. "Fine, I'll take you home. But mark my words, this is stupid and unsafe."

"You can't be serious. Miss, please, you just woke up. Rest a little and lets talk about this later", the doctor was trying her best to make Elsa stay.

"No, I'm going now. Kristoff, help me up", Elsa ordered Kristoff, who dutifully helped his stubborn sister to sitting position. Damn it was surprisingly hart to get up, Elsa felt utmostly dizzy.

But when Elsa started helping her right leg to the side of the bed, the doctor had to stop her: "Oh no, no. You can't walk with that leg. I'm getting you a wheelchair."

"Wheelchair? Wouldn't crunches be enough?" Elsa didn't want to sit in a stupid wheelchair, helpless and needy.

"And with what arms will you pull your weight with crunches?" Elsa looked helplessly at her casted hand. When she tried to protest, that she could do just fine with one hand, the doctor was already gone.

It didn't take long for her to return with a wheelchair. Kristoff lifted Elsa's tiny form on it, and she winced from the pain that moving caused. When she was still and sitting, the doctor spoke with stern voice: "I cannot recommend this at all, and I think you are taking stupid risk, young lady. But because I cannot force you to stay, I'll have you sign this paper, where you take full responsibility of leaving early." Elsa signed it, her left hand unharmed. Thank God for small favors. "Okay, then I'll get you an e-receipt for opioids suitable for you. You remember that you are not allowed to eat regular painkillers due to your liver and kidney hypofunction, right?" Elsa nodded. "You can take this medication for intense pain, I will write the dose in prescription, do not go over it. Any questions?" Kristoff wanted to chat a little more, but Elsa couldn't wait to just get away from the hospital. She had spent way too much of her childhood in them.

Kristoff was driving his old, red Volkswagen Taro pick-up truck, his knuckles white from gripping the steering wheel so hard. Elsa seemed like she had seen better days. Immediately when they left hospital, she had slumped in her seat, like all of her fight had drained out of her. Kristoff had even considered wheeling her back into the hospital, where she belonged. Elsa was still obviously quite high from the drugs, it was wonder she had been able to demand her way out of the hospital bed, or maybe her drug-induced haze contributed with her stubbornness. Elsa was usually quite meek in front of authorities. Her initial fear towards them never disappeared, no matter how much they had helped her, in the past.

Whatever it was, Kristoff didn't think Elsa could fight off a chihuahua puppy anymore, if she tried. Elsa was slumped deep in her seat, leaning her forehead heavily against the passenger seat window and gazing the passing scenery outside. She was breathing so evenly, that she looked like she was sleeping. Kristoff would have been sure she was, if it wasn't for her half-lidded eyes moving with passing buildings. Kristoff loved seeing her sister looking so peaceful, not like she carried weight of the world on her frail shoulders. Elsa looked more relaxed than she had in long time. Actually, Kristoff had only once seen her this relaxed, and it was the only time Elsa had drank. With that, his face darkened.

Kristoff wasn't too happy to be reminded of that day. It was the first Midsummer festival in which they had been eighteen. Kristoff's only other friend, Ryder, had invited him and Elsa into a party with his other friends. Apparently, one of his friends had huge crush on Elsa, like all the boys secretly did, and thought that was the way to get the known 'Ice Queen' come, too. Elsa had been hesitant, but Kristoff never got invited in the parties, and he really wanted to spend his first real Midsummer festival with other youngsters, but not without Elsa. After some sweet talk, Elsa had agreed.

It had all gone fine at first. They had made a huge midsummer pyre on one of the boy's summer cottage's yard and they were drinking beer and having fun. Well at least everyone else but Elsa. The drunken boys were trying to woo her, and try to get her to drink some, but she just wasn't interested in either. Neither of the siblings were really social, but sober Elsa had really stood out in the group like a sore thumb. Kristoff had tried to sit with Elsa as much as he could, so she wouldn't be too lonely, but it hadn't seem to work. Then the friend, who had crush on Elsa, had brought a drink for her. This time Kristoff had encouraged her to drink it. Maybe it would help her loosen up a bit and she would have more fun. What harm could one can of cider do? Well, one can might have been fine, but it hadn't ended there.

The alcohol had significantly loosened Elsa up. She hadn't drank more, but she was such a light weight. Not that she had been terribly drunk, but her usually cool demeanor against everyone had melted a little. Kristoff had even saw her laughing at some guy's joke. It was needless to say, that the boys had been smitten, and some of the girls had looked a little jealous of all the attention she had been gaining. Elsa had been comfortable enough to hesitantly accept an invite to prolong the night into a nightclub. Kristoff hadn't been sure he wanted to go, he had been in couple of bars before, and the scenery wasn't really his thing, but how could he have refused if his sister finally agreed to go somewhere.

In the club, Kristoff had quickly lost his sight on Elsa. Boy after boy had asked her for a dance and Kristoff went to play pool with Ryder. He had thought it would be all fine, the pool table was next to the entrance, so Elsa couldn't get out of the bar without him noticing, and so they had kept drinking and playing. But then one of the girls of the group had rushed towards them, pointed at the table behind the mass of people, and franticly explained that she didn't think everything was alright with Elsa. Ryder had tried to play it down, said his friends would take care of her, Kristoff shouldn't worry. But Kristoff did worry, he had stumbled his way to the table where the girl had pointed.

When he had seen Elsa, all the color had drained from his face. He had felt stone-cold sober in instant. Elsa was sitting between two guys, barely. Her head was leaning on the other guy's shoulder, that guy was gently patting her cheek, trying to wake her. The other guy had his left hand on her shoulder, keeping her hoisted, but his right hand had lifted Elsa's long skirt above her knees, and he was stroking her inner thigh, while kissing her neck sloppily. The table had been full of shot and cocktail glasses, and it was obvious Elsa had drank some of them, if not most. Kristoff had been seething with anger.

He had hoisted the guy, who had violated his sister, up and punched him in the face with full blow, warning him to ever touch his sister again. He hadn't stayed to see his handiwork, but instead picked up the passed out girl. Elsa hadn't even stirred. Kristoff had carried the droopy girl out of the club that had too loud music to let him think. He had started calling an ambulance, holding Elsa awkwardly with one hand. The girl who had told him about Elsa had came out and offered to make the call while he was holding Elsa. Also the bouncer had came, but there was nothing he could have done.

They had kept Elsa in the hospital for rest of the night, but she had been fine in the end. The doctors had been quite mad at Elsa for drinking like that with her hypofunctioning liver, but their mother had directed her anger towards Kristoff. Bulda had been too relieved that Elsa was fine to be mad at her, but Kristoff wasn't that lucky. She had yelled and Kristoff for letting people pressure her to drink, and that was the only time Kristoff had been scolded for not taking good enough care of his sister. Kristoff never dared to tell Elsa, that he had also encouraged her to drink. She hadn't seemed angry with what had happened at all, but Kristoff was sure she would hate him if she knew. Elsa didn't remember anything from that night.

"Why can't you seem to stay away from hospitals?" Kristoff asked. The memory of Elsa's alcohol poisoning had triggered all the memories of hear near-death experiences.

"Huh?" Elsa asked. The drugs made her normally fast brain go a lot slower. "But that's what I'm trying to do. You were the one insisting I stay in one." Elsa gave him loopy grin, which was so unlike Elsa, that Kristoff almost felt need to laugh.

But instead, he rolled his eyes. "You know what I mean. You ought to be more careful. I've said thousand times that you shouldn't listen music when you are biking alongside cars. Elsa, you could have died today. I was so worried, and mom was so worried. Jeez, it took me like an hour to persuade her to not to fly here with a first plain."

"Oh, now I wish I had died. Mom's gonna be hysteric", Elsa groaned. "And my leg is shit, do you thing one needs legs in afterlife?"

Kristoff was a little surprised to hear his sister curse and joke, but he wasn't amused, it was too soon. "Not funny, Elsa."

"Whatever", Elsa grumbled, and pressed her forehead back against the glass. They were quiet for a while.

"Should we get your medication now, for the pharmacy?" Kristoff decided to change the subject, when Elsa wasn't reacting the way he had wished for.

"I don't need it."

"Elsa. The pain isn't good for you." But Elsa didn't answer anymore. She let herself drift back to the sleep and they didn't speak for the rest of the drive.

Anna was sitting in front of her own door, on the hallway. She had successfully locked herself out of her apartment, when she had barely lived in it for hours. What should she do? She was in a new city, a new country even, and she didn't know anyone. Nearest person she knew, was her grandma, and she lived over an hour drive away. She couldn't call, because her phone was inside the apartment. And all of her money? Inside. She had knocked some of her neighbors' doors on the same level, but they were either gone, or ignoring her. Anna was starting to get desperate.

She was contemplating the idea of knocking every single door in the apartment complex until someone helped her, when she heard sounds down the stairway, where the front door was. There were at least two people, as they were talking to each other. She got her hopes up. Was it her saving angel there? When the pair came to her vision, one of them certainly looked like an angel. The girl spotted her immediately and cracked a loopy grin with half-lidded eyes. Her face was beautiful, despite being all bruised up. Maybe she had fallen from heaven. She was a delicate girl, getting carried by a man. Her hair, in a ponytail, was the purest color of platinum blond Anna had ever seen. She had her right arm in a sling and same side leg in a cast. It was middle of summer, and the girl was wearing high necked hoodie. At least she had shorts.

Anna was about to open her mouth when they finally reached her level, but then she saw the face of the man carrying the girl. Oh no, it was just her luck. He was the same man who had yelled Anna after he had tripped on one of her boxes on the hallway. He had asked her if she was raised in a barn and then yelled that someone could have gotten seriously hurt. She had thought him to be melodramatic, but seeing the girl he was carrying, she had to wonder if she had also tripped on some box. The girl was probably his girlfriend, and he had most likely already told her, how awful person Anna was. There was no way they were helping her out of this.

"Stop Kristoff", the girl ordered the man, Kristoff, when they were in front of her. "Who are you? Whatcha waiting for?" the girl then asked her. She sounded way more cheerful and polite than the rude man carrying her, who was now looking the girl with confused frown.

"She's our new neighbor. And she doesn't know how to not to leave boxes around a hallway for people to stumble to", Kristoff answered before Anna had a change. He sounded so cold, like Anna had personally offended him with her boxes.

That earned him an awkward slap on a shoulder from the girl with her hand that was hanging around his neck. "Kristoff, don't be rude!" And then she turned to Anna, with warm, lopsided grin. "So you're our new neighbor? Nice to meet you"

"I'm nice to meet", after the words left her mouth, she instantly wanted ground to swallow her. Anna hurriedly got up and fluttered of dust from her denim shorts. "I mean, it's nice to meet you, too. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to imply that I'm somehow nice to meet—Wait, I don't mean that I'm not nice! I am nice, I try to be nice. Uh, I'm sorry, this is awkward. Not you! I'm awkward! Not that I mean I'm always awkward. Just when—no, I'm always awkward. It's—Let me start over, please." Anna was terribly embarrassed and her face was burning with shame. If her neighbors didn't hate her before, they hated her now. "So uh, I'm Anna, your new neighbor. It's very nice to meet you."

But the girl didn't seem fazed from her word vomit. She still smiled at her with that lopsided grin, which only seemed a little bit wider now. "Well, hey there, Anna. I'm Elsa. Why you were sitting there. That's your house?"

"Yeah, it is. I—umm—I forgot my purse there. My keys are there, and my phone, so…"

"Well, good luck with that. We gotta go now", Kristoff said, hoisted Elsa up a little, and started to make a move towards the stairway to the next level. But Elsa stopped him again.

"Kristoff, behave! I'm so sorry about my brother, he doesn't know how to treat a lady." Oh, so he was her brother then. "Please, come to our apartment. You can call the landlord with my phone and wait there. I bet our couch is more comfortable than the floor here." Kristoff looked at his sister with shocked face. Maybe he just didn't know what human decency and hospitality were. How could these two be siblings? Maybe Elsa had gotten all the social skills. Anna followed them.

"Uh, Anna. I hope you're not afraid of dogs", Elsa quipped when reached the door for the sibling's apartment.

Anna, however, didn't have a change to answer anything, before Kristoff opened the door and huge, brown dog lunged at them. The dog quelled down his hype when he came to his owners, like he had sensed that jumping against them could cause an accident. The dog smelled Elsa first, who seemed to be troubled for not being able to reach out for the dog. Then he rubbed his head against Kristoff, whose hands were also occupied. Then the dog turned to her, seeming to forget all of his calm demeanor, and lunged at her with full force, knocking her down. Then he started licking at her face.

"Sven! Stop it, Sven! C'mere boy!" Elsa shrieked at the dog, but her voice sounded more amused than panicked. The dog listened her and trotted next to his owners. Then Elsa chuckled at her: "I'm sorry, Anna. Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. I actually love dogs! I always wished my parents would get me one, but they never did", Anna gave an unnecessary long answer, as always. Elsa just smiled at her. She was so friendly!

When they got inside the house, Anna observed the room. The walls were white and the parquet was light brown, like hers. The overall look of the area was quite light. There were white couch and armchair, the coffee table and dinner table were glass, kitchen cabinets, on her left, were also white. Anna liked the house, not exactly her style, but nice. The kitchen/living room area wasn't than much bigger than hers. But there seemed to be two bedrooms, unlike hers. That wasn't surprising, as she assumed that the siblings lived together. What was surprising, was how clean everything was. Two young adults, possibly students, lived there most likely together, and there were no dirty dishes or misplaced items on tables. She couldn't see a single speck of dirt. She wondered which one of the siblings was the neat freak. Anna's money was on Elsa.

After Anna had shut the door behind her, she turned to see Kristoff put Elsa down onto the couch. She had never seen anyone be laid down that gently, as if Elsa was a fragile porcelain doll. Maybe she was, what did Anna know? When Elsa was comfortably slouching on the couch, Kristoff looked at her, amused expression on his face. Anna felt little confused, Kristoff had given Elsa weird looks multiple times during the time Anna had been with them. However, Kristoff didn't stay to explain anything, he just announced that he would get Elsa's wheelchair from the car, and left. Elsa just lazily waved him good bye. Anna had a feeling that she was quite bohemian, most likely painter or something.

Then Elsa threw her phone to Anna, so carelessly, that Anna almost dropped it. She suggested that Anna would make the call for the landlord now. Anna complied, but quickly remembered, that she had no idea of her landlord's number. Elsa told her that it was in her contacts, so she started scrolling down them. Well, it was surprisingly short list, eight names in total, actually: Dr. Storhøi, Dr. Johaug, Kristoff, mom, Olaf, Pabbie, Ida Ullmann, and Agnes Torp. Anna had never seen as short contact list in her life. Maybe Elsa had new phone and had lost all of her contacts. Anna picked Torp's number and called.

Kristoff was surprised by the sight that greeted him in the apartment. Elsa was laying lazily on the couch, like a normal person, not like Elsa. Elsa usually sat back so straight it hurt Kristoff's abdominal muscles too. She was also teasingly poking Anna's, who was sitting next to her, thighs with her toes. Anna had said something funny and Elsa snorted at her, actually snorted! Kristoff almost felt jealous, he was used to be the only one Elsa teased and giggled with. But how could he be jealous, when his sister looked so happy. Plus she was probably high as a kite.

"That is hilarious. But you should have seen Kristoff's face, when our foster brother, Olaf, peed on his bed. On purpose!" Elsa yelled the last sentence of her story, burst into laughter, and looked at Kristoff. Anna joined her.

Kristoff felt defensive. He slumped on the armchair and pouted: "It wasn't fair. I was always super nice to him, I still am."

"Aww. Don't pout Kristoff. He doesn't hate you, he just likes me much more!" and Elsa giggled some more. Kristoff kind of wanted to have some of Elsa's stuff, it was making Elsa giddy as a little girl.

"I don't even get why. You basically ignored him for a whole year when he first came. I tried to play with him and teach him stuff, and still all he could babble about, was how warm and nice person you are. Then the one time that I refuse to budge from the PlayStation and let you play on your turn, he pees on my bed as a revenge! How is that fair?" Kristoff exclaimed, sounding offended. It had been too long ago for him to actually be offended about it anymore, but he pretended for the sake of the story. It worked, and both of the girls started laughing more hysterically. Anna was actually quite beautiful when she laughed. Elsa was too, of course, but Anna was in different way.

"You two seem to have hilarious childhood together. I wish I had siblings like you", Anna breathed out, after she calmed down a little.

Kristoff could see Elsa's smile falter and he was afraid that the drugs could make her reveal something she would regret later. Elsa really didn't seem to have a filter. So quickly Kristoff blurted out the first change of topic he could come up with: "So, when will you get your keys back?"

If Anna was puzzled by the sudden change, she didn't show it. She just smiled warmly: "She said that she would come to open it at some time, today."

"I wouldn't hold my breath. Kristoff has tested that 'some time, today', and it can mean at midnight. Where were you going anyway?" Elsa butted in.

"Oh, just to the University of Science and Technology, I came here to study for engineering. I was supposed to go there to see places and stuff. But my buss card is also in my purse, which I forgot to take, so yeah." Anna answered happily.

"Oh, I study architecture there. We're basically study buddies, now! I would like to show you places, but you know—", Elsa said and lifted her right leg to emphasize her point. "But Kristoff can take you there with a car, and then he'll bring you back. Right, Kristoff?"

"Really?" Anna sounded so happy.

"Wait? No, I can't leave you alone, Elsa. The doctor said—", Kristoff started, but Elsa didn't let him finish.

"Sure you can. You'd have to get my medicine from pharmacy anyway. I'm a big girl, I can stay home alone for couple of hours."

"You said you didn't want that medicine."

"I didn't say such a thing. I really need that medicine now. I'm in horrible pain." While Kristoff didn't doubt that being true, he knew for sure that Elsa wasn't going to use the medicine for her pain. But there was no arguing with her, when she was like that. And Anna's confused and unsure face was enough for him to let this drop. Elsa could survive for couple of hours alone, she was too stubborn to die.

Also, when he looked at Elsa, she look positively exhausted, like she could barely stay awake anymore. Maybe it was for the best to leave her to sleep the drugs away, alone. Kristoff just hoped this wasn't one of those decisions he ended up regretting, and sighed in defeat: "Fine, whatever. Do you want me to carry you to your bedroom?"

"No, I'm fine here. I'm just gonna watch some TV", Elsa answered, words almost slurring. Sure you will watch TV.

"Fine, call me if you need anything. C'mon Anna, Sven, lets go."