A/N Ught, I'm having sort of writer's block. Last two chapters have been quite hard to write. It takes me whole week to get these chapters, while the easy ones only take a day. I hope you enjoy reading this more than I enjoyed writing it :D PS. Answered some of of your questions in the end of the chapter. Feel free to leave a new one in this chapter, I still love reading those, they really help with my motivation.

Getting herself on a wheelchair was a struggle for Elsa. She could hear Kristoff doing something in the kitchen, but didn't want to bother him. She wasn't helpless, she could help herself into a wheelchair. The throbbing pain on her broken limbs was almost brain numbing, but she had to push through it. Elsa hated how the opioids made her feel so out of control. She cringed for the hazy memories of her hanging around with their new neighbor. The memory was quite dreamlike, and she still held some hope that it didn't really happen.

After Elsa managed to get herself on the chair, she realized a new problem: she only had one hand to use. Elsa groaned, feeling annoyed. She clumsily pushed herself towards the door with a beeline, since it was impossible to go straight when she had to change the side she was pushing all the time. She threw the door open clumsily, but didn't get far after that.

"Elsa! What are you doing?" Kristoff yelled from the kitchen, and rushed to help his sister move around. "Why didn't you ask me to help you?"

"I can do it myself, I didn't want to bother you," Elsa muttered. She hated feeling so helpless, it reminded her of her childhood, and how depended of Kristoff she had been. Elsa felt like she never fully paid back to Kristoff for that. She was just as useless as she used to be.

"You could never be nuisance for me, you know that," Kristoff said softly, and wheeled Elsa to the dinner table.

On dinner table, there was a glass of water and handful of various pills. It was kind of funny, that even after all these years, Kristoff felt the need to remind her to take her pills. Elsa was more capable with organizing and keeping routines, but still Kristoff laid her pills on the table for her every morning. She didn't dare to say anything against it, even though his babying sometimes annoyed her. Elsa wasn't a little girl who needed her mother to remind her to take her medication, anymore. But like often, Elsa was too nervous to argument about the thing with Kristoff, in fear he would realize how worthless of his help she truly was. Elsa couldn't ever have reached so far in life without Kristoff's help, and she knew she would be lost without him guiding her. Kristoff wasn't confrontational, and Elsa wanted to appease him.

So Elsa kept her mouth shut and counted her pills, like she always did. It's not like she was feared that Kristoff forgot some, he never did, but Elsa just had that nagging urge to count the pills nevertheless. Today, there was one pill, she didn't recognize. She took the strange, white pill in her fingers to examine it. "Kristoff, what is this pill?"

Kristoff leaned to see what pill Elsa meant. She hold it for Kristoff to see. He just shrugged and answered with nonchalant tone: "It's the medicine I got for you yesterday. For your pain, remember?"

Elsa scrunched her nose and put the pill down, far away from her other pills. "I don't want it."

"Elsa—", Kristoff sighed, feeling weary from Elsa's protesting.

"They make me feel more horrible, that this pain ever could," Elsa stated. She still shuddered from the memory of her last night's vivid nightmares. Elsa wasn't up to another round with them. She was sure the medicine had caused them, and it had been sheer luck that she hadn't screamed in her sleep and woken Kristoff up.

Then she turned her attention back to her pills, and started popping them in her mouth. When she finished the last one, there was a knock on the door. Elsa glanced a clock. 6.30 am. Who would bother them at this hour? She looked up to Kristoff, and instead of looking confused, he looked sheepish.

"Who is it?" Elsa asked slowly with cautious tone and narrowed eyes.

Kristoff awkwardly rubbed his neck. "It's just Anna, our new neighbor. I asked her to walk Sven with me this morning, since I thought you wouldn't be up to. I'll better let her in," He said and started to edge towards the door.

"Kristoff, don't you dare. Have you seen what I'm wearing? What were you thinking? You could have warned me! You better let her wait, until I've rolled myself back to my room," Elsa huffed and desperately tried to move herself back to her hiding place.

"Elsa, it's fine. You look fine. I'm sure Anna wouldn't mind. She already saw you yesterday with—," Kristoff started, but Elsa's murderous look made him stop. He just sighed and helped her back to her room, before opening the door for Anna.

"Hey! I hope I'm not too late," Anna said cheerily the moment Kristoff opened the door. "It took so long for you to open this door that I thought you already left."

"Oh, yeah. Sorry about that." Kristoff rubbed his neck, and made way for Anna to come in.

"So, where's Elsa?" Anna asked, while walking into their house. She didn't walk far and peered around the room, looking for the blonde girl.

"She's in her room," Kristoff answered. His attention was on his shoe laces.

"Oh, should I go to say hi to her? Which room is hers?" Anna asked, looking at her own foot wear. Should she take them off, after all? Concerning how clean it was in the house, Anna didn't think she would be allowed to walk there with her shoes on.

Kristoff's head shot up. "Oh no! That's not necessary! Elsa—she's not really a morning person. Really grumpy! It's better if we don't bother her at all," Kristoff rushed to explain, with little colored truth. Elsa actually was a morning person. But saying that Elsa just didn't want to see Anna, like at all, seemed unnecessary rude for Kristoff.

"Oh, okay," Anna felt little disappointed. She wasn't sure why. Maybe she had subconsciously wished to see the blonde.

Kristoff clipped the leash on Sven's collar and asked: "So, you're ready to go?" And with that they left. Leaving Elsa sitting on her wheelchair, head pressed longingly against her door.

The walk had gone nicely. It was surprisingly easy for them to get along. Kristoff wanted to hang out with the gorgeous redhead more. It was strange feeling, he wasn't accustomed to. But he needed to make up an excuse to see her again, before she disappeared behind her door.

"Hey, would you like to come to watch a movie with me and Elsa this evening?" Elsa was going to kill him for this.

"I'd love to!" Worth it, though.

"Oh great! Just a warning though, Elsa usually gets to choose the movie, and that means Disney movies. I can try to get her to choose something else, but I can't promise anything." Kristoff rubbed his neck to ease up his nervousness.

"Oh no, that's totally fine! I love Disney movies!" Anna squealed.

"Oh, great then. It's a date. I mean not a date date, but uh—you know. You know?" Kristoff rambled.

"Yes!" Anna didn't seem to mind his ramblings. "So uh—I haven't really have movie nights before. Am I supposed to bring something? Popcorn, crisps, soda, beer—?"

"No alcohol!" Kristoff yelled suddenly. Then he blushed and stammered his explanation with lower voice: "I just mean, that we don't really have alcohol in our house, ever. It's just—Elsa doesn't drink, so I don't have any in the house. It's not rule or anything, she wouldn't mind, but I rather not have any alcohol near her."

Anna squinted her eyes for this. The realization hit her that Elsa must be an alcoholic. But she had learned from her misfortunate usage of word junkie yesterday, and decided to keep her mouth shut this time. It was rare occurrence that she succeeded keeping he foot out of her mouth.

However, Kristoff seemed to read her mind and see her train of thoughts, since he hurried to explain more: "Elsa doesn't have an alcohol problem, or anything. I mean she has problem with alcohol, kind of. Her body just doesn't tolerate it. One or two beers wouldn't probably be any danger for her, but I rather don't take any risks when it's about her health."

"I understand. You are a good brother," Anna smiled. Then she suddenly reached up and kissed Kristoff gently on the cheek, before disappearing into her own apartment. There she leaned against the closed door and squealed with joy, trying to keep herself quiet.

Kristoff on the other side was blushing hard. He was flabbergasted from the redhead's actions. She had called him a good brother, and Kristoff seriously hoped that Elsa would also see him as one, after this night.

"Pretty pleaseeee?" Elsa begged sweetly.

"Elsa, we're not watching another Disney movie," Kristoff stated.

"But they're my favorites," Elsa pleaded with her puppy-dog eyes. She didn't lie, Elsa loved Disney movies. She had ever since Kristoff had showed her one. Elsa hadn't been allowed to watch them as a little child, she wanted to make that up.

And how could Kristoff deny that from her sister: "Ught fine. But not Tangled again," Kristoff groaned.

"Okay, not Tangled," Elsa agreed and started searching a movie from her phone, but not without flashing Kristoff her brightest smile.

The smile sure made it worth it. Kristoff just hoped their quest would really be fine watching children's movie. He had warned her that Elsa would most likely choose one. He just hoped she hadn't been humoring him, when she had said she liked Disney movies.

Then there was musical serial of knocks on the door. Elsa shot her head up and gave Kristof questioning look. Their door was rarely knocked, and this was the second time of that day. Kristoff gave Elsa a sheepish grin, yet again, and rubbed his neck.

Elsa narrowed her eyes and frowned. She spoke in low, even tone with small edge on it: "No, you didn't, did you?"

"Eh, I might have invited Anna to watch the movie with us. It's going to be fine, fun even!" Kristoff assured her and started moving towards the front door.

"Kristoff. Kristoff no!" Elsa hissed after him, but it was too late. He opened the door, and let the bubbly girl in.

Anna greeted Kristoff cheerfully and dropped down to her knees to pet Sven. Then she removed her converse and got up. She walked towards the couch and greeted Elsa, who was sitting on the armchair, shyly: "Hey, Elsa." She even lifted her hand a little for small wave. But when Elsa didn't answer, she got a better look at her.

Elsa sat on the armchair, her injured leg lifted on a footstool. She had a phone in her good hand and shocked face. But what she was wearing, was near the cutest thing Anna had ever seen. It was blue Stich one-piece with ears and everything. Elsa had the hood covering her head, and her platinum hair laid in loose braid on her shoulder.

"Oh my gosh, Elsa! That one-piece is so cute!" Anna squealed, her both hand pressing her own cheeks. But instead of thanking her for the compliment, Elsa pulled the hoodie down so quickly it almost ripped. Her cheeks were the color of crimson and she looked mortified. Elsa ran her hand through her hair, looking embarrassed. Then she made quick glance to her left, where her wheelchair was. Then she looked desperately her injured limbs. Wheelchair again. And then she seemed to give up and slumped down to her seat.

Kristoff decided to interrupt that awkward moment. "Okay, here's the popcorn! What are we watching today?" He said and sat on the side of the couch that was next to his sister's armchair. Then he subtly motioned Anna to join him, and she sat down next to him.

"Bird box," Elsa blurted out. There was no way she was going to embarrass herself any further by admitting that she still watched Disney movies. But since she knew nothing about other movies, she chose the one she had heard other people talk about. Anna seemed like the kind of girl who liked popular things. "Or have you seen it already?" she then asked Anna, making slight eye contact, before averting her eyes away.

"Me? Uh, no. I haven't. But I'd like to," Anna stammered with her words. She seemed surprised.

"Great," Elsa answered with her normal, cold voice. Kristoff quirked his eyebrows a little to Elsa, most likely from the surprising movie choice, but didn't say anything. Elsa kind of wanted to smack that smug smile from his face. How dare he bring some girl here, without even warning her, when he knew that she was dressed in that embarrassing one-piece.

Watching the movie with company, was extremely uncomfortable for Elsa. It had only been fifteen minutes, but Elsa felt so self-conscious, that she could barely concentrate on the movie at all. Not that it really interested her anyway. It was barely tolerable for her to sit there. She would've given everything just to be able to get up and leave. It was actually getting more unbearable than the hazy memories of her embarrassing herself with the same girl, or her vivid nightmares.

Anna seemed to find the movie entertaining though, and Kristoff seemed to find Anna entertaining. Kristoff had been staring Anna for a while now, and that made Elsa feel even more uncomfortable. While she was watching her brother's lack of tack disapprovingly, she saw something odious was about to happen.

"Put it on a coaster, please."

Anna halted her movement. Her glass was almost on the table when Elsa's voice stopped her. Even though her words weren't unkind, her voice was freezing cold and didn't left it unclear that she wasn't asking, but ordering. For some reason, Anna felt almost like crying. She put the coaster under her glass and slumped back to her seat, feeling like a child caught with a hand in a cookie jar. She felt confused. Why was Elsa so cold towards her? Had Kristoff really spoken truth about his sister? But she had seen that sweet girl, who had chastised Kristoff for being rude, and offered her own phone for Anna to call. She knew that girl was buried somewhere inside, she was just hiding. Anna didn't believe that drugs or alcohol changed people, they just removed the barriers people had made between their nature and society. Anna didn't know why Elsa was hiding her kindness, but she was determined to break that barrier again.

"Kristoff, could you please get me my medicine. My leg is killing me." Well, that wasn't exactly what Anna had meant by breaking the barrier. She wanted to do it while Elsa was sober.

Kristoff, on the other hand, felt conflicted. He didn't doubt the pain Elsa was feeling, but he also knew that it wasn't the pain she wanted to medicate. Judging her rigid posture, Elsa was extremely uncomfortable, and she wanted the opioids for their relaxing effect. He wanted to rush to get Elsa the medicine now that she was finally willing to take it. Pain wasn't good for a person. But then again, he didn't want to encourage Elsa's behavior of suppressing her negative emotions with drugs.

Suddenly he noticed that he had been quiet so long, that even Anna was looking at him with curiosity. Not wanting to make a scene, he got up and got the pill Elsa was asking for. He filled a glass with water from the tab, and brought it to Elsa. He gave the pill first, since she had only on hand. While dropping it on Elsa's hand, he gave her stern look to tell her that he knew what she was doing, and didn't approve. Elsa looked at him and swallowed anxiously, before dropping her gaze and popping the pill in her mouth. Then he offered the glass, but Elsa didn't make eye contact again. Kristoff sat back down with Anna.

"I really liked the movie!" Anna exclaimed, when end credits rolled in.

She had been the only one enjoying the movie though, but Kristoff eagerly agreed with her, nevertheless. It wasn't that the movie had been bad, or maybe it had, Kristoff couldn't be sure. But Elsa had fallen asleep shortly after swallowing the pill and was still currently sleeping, and Kristoff hadn't been able to pay any attention to the movie when Anna was sitting so close to him. It didn't help any, that Anna was quite touchy when she got scared. And Anna seemed to be almost as skittish as Elsa, which meant she had hold onto his quite a lot during the movie.

"I think I should go to my own apartment now," Anna said, quieter this time. She nodded towards sleeping Elsa.

Kristoff wanted to object, but decided better of it. Elsa needed her rest. So he reluctantly saw Anna to the door and bid his farewell. Then he turned his attention to the sleeping girl and walked in front her.

"You are the worst wingman ever, Elsa," Kristoff muttered with slight smile on his face, and picked Elsa up.

She didn't stir, and Kristoff carried her to her own room, like he had yesterday. He didn't bother to change her clothes before tucking her in. She looked so peaceful sleeping like that. Kristoff couldn't have even a slightest hunch on what kind of nightmares were plaguing his sister's mind in her sleep.

A/N

Guest: I get that you're not really fan of Kristianna, and unfortunately you, I have to say that there's definately going to be some of it. But don't worry, since I'm not really a shipper either, it won't be my main focus in this story.

vic2118: I think I can answer that one. Romantic relationships aren't really my main focus here, so I don't think I'm spoiling anything when I'm telling that Elsa won't have a love intrest in this fic. At least not with the storyline I'm currently following.