The world felt foggy and it was spinning like a rollercoaster. Elsa tried to make sense of the blurred lines, but the harder she squinted, the more ill she felt. The pain in her abdomen and back were mind-numbing and vomiting stomach acid on the floor definitely didn't help her feel better.

Elsa was shivering and shaking from the cold, yet her skin was itching and burning from a red flaming rash. It was almost impossible to make sense of the wavering world around her. Her throat was burning from lack of drinking and she couldn't help but wonder how long she had laid there, in the living room of their apartment. Or was it hers now?

There were no questions, Elsa knew that this was it, if she didn't get help soon. Frantically she started looking for her phone, she wasn't ready to go yet. The black spots covering more than half of her vision made it almost impossible for her to find what she needed. Desperation was bringing tears to her eyes while her hands roamed the room. She could almost hear her time ticking, and her panic was shallowing her breath. She didn't even care about touching the vomit on the floor, she just needed that phone.

When Elsa's hand finally hit a corner of the electronic, she collapsed to the ground out of relief. It was short-lived though. She soon noticed the shattered glass and dark screen. Then she remembered throwing that poor object with full force against a wall in her anger fueled raging. The phone was useless. Elsa couldn't help the sobs from wrecking through her lithe body.

After momentarily losing herself to hopelessness, Elsa collected herself and rose with shaking legs from the floor. The dizzy spell hit her immediately, and she had to put all her energy into avoiding falling back to the ground. She knew that if she didn't get up now and get help, she wouldn't ever get a chance to get up, ever again. Elsa just had to push through her pain, dizziness and acid forming in her throat.

With unsure steps, she started making progress towards the door. Elsa knew she had to get out of the apartment. No one would come to save her from there, not even Kristoff this time around. When she finally reached the door, Elsa wasn't sure she could keep going. Her sweaty forehead was heavily leaning against the door while her eyes were trying to make any sense of the world. The room was turning and spinning, making her feel even more ill than she had previously. But she just had to keep going.

The cold floor of the hallway surprised her bare feet. She didn't remember taking her socks off and it made her wonder how she otherwise looked. Did she even have any clothes on? That thought made her hand move the fastest it ever had to test the fabrics on her skin. Elsa couldn't trust her eyes, but if both her eyes and her hand told that she was clothed, she must have been.

Without noticing, Elsa had moved almost all the way to the lower floor of the building and neared the door she needed to reach. Soon she wouldn't have to fight against that feverish nightmare anymore. The blood was humming loudly in her ears, only making space for the noise of her shallow breathing. Elsa was just so tired and keeping hold of her consciousness got harder and harder with each step.

Then it was over, Elsa reached the door she was hoping to. She slammed the meat of her palms against the wood trying for some balance to keep herself up. It wasn't enough, and soon her worn down legs buckled underneath her, forcing her painfully onto her knees. Tears of frustration pushing their way to her cheeks, she put all her energy into her arm. With that Elsa managed to give the door three knocks that echoed a hollow tune in her head.

Anna opened the door with the phone in her hand, ready to call help in case someone were to attack her. She had been confused when she had woken up, the knocking on her door far too early in the morning. She had gone through many possible scenarios in her head, but nothing could have prepared her for the sight she witnessed.

On the other side of the door, Elsa was on her knees, palms pressed heavily on the dirty floor. At the crack of the door, she raised her weary head and let out a troubled sigh. Anna was just gaping at the poor girl. She had never seen Elsa look like that; she had never seen anyone look like that.

Elsa's hair was dirty and unkempt, even slightly matted. Elsa was always pale, but now her skin had a sickly, greyish color. She was shivering and shaking like a junkie needing her next fix. Her already skinny figure had thinned even more, hollowing her cheeks and popping out her delicate bones. Lips dry and cracked like the Sahara desert. Her arms were covered in a red, angry looking rash that reached all the way from the back of her palms to the top of her jawbone, near to ear. But the worst was her pale blue eyes looking so desperate and scared, the way Anna had never seen before.

"Jesus Christ! What happened Elsa?" Anna almost screeched when she finally seemed to find her voice again.

"Anna... Please... Help," Elsa managed to gasp out from her dry and sore throat. She couldn't hold herself up anymore and her arms buckled from underneath her, sending her crashing down to the hard floor of the hallway.

Anna immediately dropped to her knees. She held Elsa's head to her lap and started frantically trying to dial 112 with her shaking fingers. "Please Elsa, hold on," she pleaded while waiting for someone to answer.

After what felt like forever, someone answered her call. Anna didn't wait for the operator to finish her sentence before rushing to her own request. "Please, send an ambulance. Elsa's very sick. I don't know what's wrong with her, but her forehead is burning up. She has this rash all over her. Please, it looks really bad."

While Anna was talking with the dispatcher, telling her address and answering questions, Elsa reached her hand slowly towards Anna's empty one. She got Anna's attention by weakly squeezing it. The talking on the other end of her phone faded to the background as Anna focused on Elsa with all she had. There were teardrops on her scared eyes.

With a quivering and breaking voice, Elsa whispered: "Anna, I'm not ready to go. I don't want to die. Not before I've learned to live." Then she swallowed painfully, jaw wobbling while trying to hold in her cries.

"Oh Elsa, you are not going to die! I promise. I won't let you," Anna assured, her own voice breaking now. It broke her heart to see Elsa like that. It truly hurt.

Elsa smiled faintly, just a little quiver on the sides of her mouth, but it was there. Then she closed her eyes. One moment passed, then another. "Elsa?" A third and fourth, and nothing happened. "Elsa! Please, wake up!" Anna pleaded and shook Elsa, willing her to open her eyes.

Soon Elsa's head twitched and Anna stopped shaking in hopes that she managed to wake her up. But Elsa didn't wake up, her limbs and head just started jerking more and more. While Anna was confused and trying to figure out what was happening, Elsa's twitching changed to a full-blown seizure.

"No, no, no, no, no, Elsa stop! Stop! Please!" Anna begged frantically while trying to figure out what to do. Her own brain was quickly shutting down in her panic when she remembered her phone. "Please! Come fast! She's having a seizure. Please, she's—she's my sister."

The operator was trying to keep her calm by asking questions Anna could barely understand. She also gave her instructions like: "Don't try to restrain her", even though it was all her body was screaming at Anna to do. She wanted to hold Elsa down, force her to stay still.

After the longest two and a half minutes of her life, Anna heard the sirens howling outside the apartment complex. A strange wave of calmness went through her, like a warm comber of cyan blue sea water on a hot beach in Thailand. She could hear the paramedics getting closer and closer. It was almost like out of body experience, she was a mere outsider of this story now, just watching.

"Everything is going to be fine," Anna said with a calm tone, brushing some hairs off of Elsa's jerking head. "You're going to be fine."

Anna's calmness didn't last for long. In the hospital they wheeled Elsa away and left Anna alone, the gnawing panic came back. What was she supposed to do now? Anna just awkwardly stood there, in the middle of the hospital lobby, exactly where they had left her. She felt like there was nowhere to go.

Then the realization hit her straight to her face. Kristoff had to know. Her sister laid on a hospital bed, quite possibly spending her last moments—no, Anna didn't want to think that possibility. Elsa would be fine. But Kristoff needed to know, Kristoff always knew how to take care of Elsa. Maybe it was for the best Elsa grew up with Kristoff as her brother, and not with Anna as her sister.

Anna dialed her boyfriend's number—or was he an ex now? Anna didn't know, and it didn't matter. The only thing that mattered was the voice on the phone, telling her how she couldn't reach the person she was trying to. Of course, she should have remembered Kristoff hadn't answered her since their fight. What else was new?

She almost threw her phone against the wall in frustration. But forced herself to reclaim her cool. She had no time for useless anger fits. Anna needed to come up with a new plan. She wanted to call her parents, ask for them to think for her, but it felt wrong to tell them about the situation before

Kristoff's family. She would have called Bulda, but didn't have her number. She could contact Olaf, but it was too early.

Anna sat down. She was almost on the brink of giving up. Then she got an idea, it was a little farfetched, but worth a try. She opened Facebook and started scrolling down Kristoff's friends. Luckily for her, the list was far from long. She skipped all the people who looked too young or too old. That limited her list to twelve people. Three of the first ones were most likely his friends from comprehensive school, as two of them lived in Trømso, and the third one still in Trolldal. She ignored them; they were too far away.

Fourth one seemed promising though. Ryder Nattura. He had Trolldal listed as hometown and his current home in Størdal. After a quick glance at a map, she was sure this was her guy. Anna could even remember Kristoff mentioning Ryder more than once, she just had never met him. Kristoff didn't seem to spend a lot of time with his friends.

With fingers crossed, she sent him a text that read just: Hey. She waited, holding her breath for some time, but nothing happened. She glanced at the clock on the wall, even though she had one on her phone too. It was half-past four in the morning. Anna realized she was an idiot, there was no way anyone would be up at this ungodly hour.

She was losing all her hope and starting to feel the tears burning with desperation to well up in her eyes when a message popped up on Facebook messenger.

Umm, Hey?

It was Ryder! By some miracle, the 21-year-old was already awake at this hour. Anna almost couldn't contain her excitement. She already felt like she had won, even though she had no idea if Ryder even knew anything about Kristoff, or could help.

You know Kristoff, right?

Who's asking?

I'm Kristoff's girlfriend, I really need to get a hold of him.

Why's that?

It's about his sister, Elsa.

Is Elsa alright?

No. I really need to talk to Kristoff. Can you help?

Oh gosh, I'm so sorry. Of course, Kristoff's at my flat. I'm going to work, can't leave those cows without care, so can't really turn around. I can try to call him, but I doubt he'll answer.

Can you tell me your address? I'll get him.

Uh, sure. Do you have a car?

No, but I'll figure something out.

Ryder gave his address and Anna started frantically trying to figure out how to get to the place that was an hour away, without a car.

Luckily Anna had many amazing friends ready to help her. Anna didn't know how she had been blessed enough to have found someone to drive her at 5 am, to another city hour away, and fetch her boyfriend, who couldn't even answer the phone. Anna was happy it was Katrina who drove her, Katrina didn't ask too many questions.

She was one of the calmer spirited friends Anna had. Katrina actually reminded her a little of Elsa, calm and collected, and the most of all, empathetic. Katrina's eyes were hazel and her silver hair was out of a tube, you could even see some of the roots showing now. Her face was slim, whereas Elsa's was heart-shaped and Katrina was mostly interested in shopping and clubbing and boys. But despite all of this, she reminded her of Elsa and that made it a little hard for Anna to breathe right now, even though it was usually something she loved about her friend.

"We're here," Katrina said when she parked the car.

That pulled Anna out of her thoughts. She glanced at the navigator, which had finished its route and was now just a map with a car on it. Anna looked around the parking lot. It was surrounded by apartment buildings consisting of only three levels. They were more wide than high, unlike the building she lived in.

The place was clearly on the cheaper side of the town. She could see some teens and adults waiting for a bus a little farther away and a sporadic car once in a while, but otherwise, the place was quiet. There were no drunks laying on the cold asphalt with a bottle wiper fluid, or drug dealers doing their business in the middle of the street. Nothing she had learned to expect as a child. It was just a regular street that was a little quieter than the place she lived with buildings that were a little uglier.

Anna decided it was secure for her to leave the safety of the car. Katrina stayed in the car, waiting. Anna hesitantly moved towards the building she thought was the one she was looking for. At the side, she noted Kristoff's car. That built up the much-needed confidence, she wasn't so unsure anymore.

She put in the code Ryder had given her to open the front door. It worked. Then she walked inside the complex and up the stairs until she was in front of the door that read the right last name and number. She knocked and waited, but nothing happened. Anna knocked again, but harder. Still nothing. Louder. Nothing. Louder. Nothing. Louder.

Anna was pounding the door with all the force she could muster when it finally opened. "What?" the male opening the door snapped.

It was Kristoff, but he hardly looked like himself. Kristoff's beard had grown and his hair was messy, though it always was. His eyes were bloodshot and he had disgusting alcohol breath. Anna hadn't ever even seen Kristoff drink before. Overall, he looked annoyed and tired, and not at all pleased to see Anna.

"May I come in?" Anna tried a polite way.

"No." Kristoff on the other hand didn't seem to have a problem being rude.

"Fine. I don't need to come in, I can say what I have to say right here."

"I don't care what you have to say," Kristoff grunted.

"It's about Elsa."

"What don't you understand? I don't care. You can keep her. That's what you both want, isn't it?" Kristoff spat it out like venom.

"Elsa isn't a fucking animal for me to keep. She's a person, and very important to me, and I would hope for you too," Anna spat back. She was getting fed up with Kristoff's behavior. It had been a hard enough morning not to deal with this too.

"Yeah, whatever. She's not my problem anymore," Kristoff retorted with such disinterest.

"What? Now you don't care anymore, huh?" Anna accused, her tone almost hysterical. "Just because she might biologically be my sister, you don't care if she dies now?"

All arguments died on Kristoff's tongue and he asked with a scared tone instead: "Dies?"

"Yes! Elsa is lying alone on a hospital bed, and we're here just arguing whose sister she is like it's something that matters now!" Anna all but shouted. Tears were now streaming down to her cheeks.

"Oh god, is she okay?"

"What do you think?" Anna snapped. But then she saw Kristoff's face and quickly apologized: "I'm sorry, it's just been such a rough day. Let's just go, okay?"

"Uhh, Anna, I can't drive. I've—umm, yeah," Kristoff stammered and rubbed his neck, clearly uncomfortable.

"I have a ride. Get what you need and let's go," Anna said with a no-nonsense tone.

"Yeah, okay," Kristoff said and turned to go back to the house. Then he stopped and turned back to look at Anna: "Anna."

"What?"

"Thank you. For everything," Kristoff said with a tone so earnest, Anna remembered in a second all the reasons she fell in love with him in the first place. He was so pure of heart. She had never met anyone quite like him. Though, not all was forgotten and forgiven. She was mad how he had treated her and how he had refused to even answer phone calls when he was needed the most. No, they would have fights about that, but later. Now was not the time. Elsa needed them, and she didn't need them fighting. Besides, Anna was just so tired.

"Of course." And then Kristoff nodded and went to gather his belongings.

A/N This chapter was made possible by Shealwaysdies. No, but seriously, would've probably never finish this, if she wasn't there to edit it. She just finished her own story: Equal Parts of a Whole, really good story.

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