Warnings: violence, gore, character death, implied sibling incest

Episode 13: Complicated

Eagle Valley, Indiana, 2002 Elsa is 42 and 22, Anna is 19

Agnar finished putting the last steak on the grill, smiling as he sipped a Ringnes lager in the warm September air. His family was originally from Norway, and he'd cheered at hearing Elsa's interest in potentially doing post-doctoral work in Oslo (where Ringnes was brewed) as it would give him and Iduna a chance to go visit distant relatives that still lived in his family's hometown.

He hadn't been to Arendal since he was a teen; his parents had moved them to the United States in the 1970s and never looked back. Any time he'd asked about why they left, he was given a non-committal "Oh, just not much there for us any more" from his father. Agnar looked forward to seeing just how little or much actually was there.

Iduna opened the sliding glass door in the kitchen, carrying a metal bowl of coarsely chopped vegetables for grilling. She smiled softly at her husband, admiring him. They'd both had quite the journey, getting married at 20, having Elsa at 21 and Anna at 24. She thought back to Anna's birth and then 7 years ago, meeting an adult version of her daughter on both occasions.

She shook her head. To this day, she was still unsure that she didn't hallucinate the entire experience. No one else in the family had made mention of any such strange occurrences, and when she'd told Agnar in bed the night it happened, he was certain she'd just been daydreaming. She'd never brought it up since.

"Hey sweetheart," he greeted her with a smile, taking the bowl of vegetables and opening the lid on the black propane grill. "Are the girls ready for dinner?"

Iduna looked over her shoulder back into the kitchen. Elsa was buried in a gigantic textbook of some kind, idly nibbling on the stalks of celery and carrots she'd put out as a snack earlier. Anna sat next to her at the table, bobbing her head as she scrolled through her music on her brand new iPod, one white earbud dangling from her ear and the other in her sister's ear. From time to time she'd look up and smile at Elsa, briefing running her fingers through her sister's blonde hair before returning to the little device. Every so often she'd burst out singing a lyric or two.

"As ready as they'll ever be," Iduna smiled. "How much longer?"

Agnar peeked under the lid. "Probably another ten m-"

A bright blue bolt of lightning came out nowhere and struck the grill, launching tiny blue sparks into the air. Agnar leaped back out of the way, his arms open wide to protect his wife as more bolts of electricity shot somehow from a cloudless sky. Moments later, a sphere of blue-white light temporarily blinded them as electricity discharged everywhere.

Their vision returned moments later, but their breath did not. Kneeling on the brick patio a few feet away from the still-running grill was Elsa.

Naked.

"Oh my god!" they both exclaimed simultaneously.

Elsa stood up, dusted herself off, and smiled awkwardly with a small wave. "Um… hi Mama and Papa?"

Agnar stared, confused, looking back and forth between the kitchen and the patio. Elsa was still seated at the kitchen table, and yet was in front of him, without a stitch of clothing after a… lightning storm? "Wh-what in the- how- what- Elsa…" he stammered.

"Elsa! Your clothes!" Iduna gasped, rushing inside to grab some of Elsa… her Elsa's dirty laundry from the laundry room just off the kitchen. She scrambled back out with a pair of jeans and a t-shirt.

Modesty restored, Elsa smiled at her parents as the younger version of herself stood in the doorway holding hands with Anna, the two of them looking at her with wry smiles. Oh boy, she thought to herself.


"You… you were right, Iduna. You weren't dreaming that day. I- I'm sorry," he said to his wife as they sat around the dinner table, the setting sun casting a golden light across the family supper. He'd recalled Iduna's impossible description of meeting an adult version of Elsa 7 years ago but had dismissed it. Clearly, with two Elsas seated at the dinner table, it wasn't a dream at all.

He turned to the older Elsa, the one whose hair was distinctly white instead of pale blonde. "So… you're also my daughter? This is, ah, very confusing."

"I am. She and I are the same person, just from different periods of time. What date is it?"

"September 1, 2002," Iduna said with a smile.

Elsa smiled at her father. "So your Elsa and I are twenty years apart now." She took a bite of her steak and chewed on it with a small grin. Slightly overcooked, as Agnar always tended to cook his steaks. It was definitely the taste of home. She looked around the table, her smile broadening. Agnar and Iduna had aged, had some grey in their hair, but still looked more like the youthful parents she'd met at the hospital than her parents of her own time.

"Is this the first time you've visited from the, ah, future?" he asked, still confused.

Elsa shook her head. "No, this is my fifth visit. I've seen your Elsa and Anna several times before."

He looked at his daughters sternly. "And no one mentioned this to me?"

The sisters looked at each other guiltily as Elsa spoke up. "I asked them not to. We… we're still trying to understand all the implications of time travel itself, so the fewer people who know about it, the better." She recapped in layman's terms for nearly an hour what had transpired so far - the experiment, the past visits, the seemingly fluid timeline.

Agnar shook his head after the explanation and grabbed another Ringnes from the refrigerator. "Would you like one?" he offered to the visiting Elsa, who nodded and gratefully accepted the cold brew. "So… is this more like Back to the Future or Terminator?"

"It's a little more complicated than either, and like I said, we're still trying to figure out the ramifications ourselves," she said, taking a swig of the beer. "Our best guess it's similar to both except you can't cause paradoxes, like killing yourself or other paradoxical phenomena. I'm still working on the research."

"And the purpose of this research is?" he asked, looking around the table. Agnar was still dumbfounded that this had been going on since Anna's birth; he'd assumed he was just misremembering the doctor that had helped Iduna's pregnancy complications, though he'd noted just how strongly his older daughter reminded him of that night as she grew up.

All four women looked at each other in alarm at his question. After an awkward pause, Anna spoke up. "She's… trying to stop me from dying, Papa."

Silence.

Uncomfortable silence as all eyes turned to Agnar, gauging his reaction.

"How- how soon?" he asked quietly, dread filling his heart and choking out his breath. No parent wants to hear they will outlive their children.

"Two years from now," Elsa whispered. "Two years and a month from now, Anna will be in a car crash and will be killed on impact." She looked at her parents. The accident was what had turned their hair completely grey in months, aging them a decade in less than a year. It had almost torn the family apart and ripped her soul from her body.

"So you're here to stop it before it happens?" he asked, hopeful.

Elsa looked at Anna and her younger self, their expressions pensive. She sighed. "That's the idea, yes. Whether or not I can successfully do it, I'm not sure. But I am trying as best as I can. I can't lose Anna again," she breathed, staring at the redhead as her younger self did exactly the same.

Agnar pushed himself away from the table. "This is a little too much for me to deal with all at once. I… I'm going to step outside for a little fresh air." As the chair scraped across the linoleum floor, the women all looked at him walking out the patio door. After a long beat, Elsa stood, motioning for the family to stay put.

"I'll talk to him."

She walked outside in the sweltering September air, her own beer in hand. She found him staring out over the low grass hills, lost in his thoughts.

"Papa."

Agnar turned to face a daughter almost as old as he was. "I… I don't fully understand, Elsa. But I'm starting to, I think. You've always been so wonderful with your sister, ever since you were little. It's no surprise to me that you would find some way to try to save her."

"That's the funny thing, Papa. I wasn't always so wonderful with Anna. In fact, before this grand adventure started, Anna and I had drifted far, far apart. Timeline changes have already occurred," she said, looking briefly over her shoulder. The rest of the family was still eating; her younger self was humorously feeding Anna some of her steak, to much giggling. Elsa shook her head and turned back to her father.

"So… you've been making changes all along?"

She nodded. "Since the very beginning."

"The b-" Agnar's eyes widened. "I knew it! I knew I wasn't going crazy. I didn't dare say anything to Iduna, I thought she would have me committed. You were at Anna's birth. You were the night doctor who induced her!" He turned in a circle, jubilant. "When Elsa started really growing up, as a teenager, she started to look more and more familiar. I thought perhaps it was a resemblance to some famous actress - my daughters are beautiful enough to be in the movies if they so chose," he beamed, filled with fatherly pride. "But it wasn't. It was you all along. Iduna and I had met you before."

Elsa smiled softly, hiding her grin behind her hand. "You're right, Papa. It was me back then. The funny thing is, that experience, from my point of view, was just a few days ago."

"Why were you there?"

"I'm still not sure how this time traveling works, not fully, but I seem to show up at important points in Anna's life. What I said - that it was a placental abruption - back then, medicine was much less advanced. In my original timeline, she was born with what I now think was hidden neurological damage from lack of oxygen at birth." She'd mulled that over after the first trip. So many of Anna's challenges may have stemmed from that one incident alone, and since she lived either way, the nature of time allowed that change to be made.

Agnar started pacing slowly, anxiety displacing his jubilance. Another sip of his beer. "What other things happened? You said they're important points?"

Elsa nodded as she ticked off the past on her fingers. "I think… I think I'm setting right things that went wrong in Anna's life, especially things where… I could have been a better sister. When she was 7, feeling like she wasn't loved because I was so busy with school. I talked to myself then, to get her - me - to spend more time with Anna. Helping Anna not fail math when she was 12. Keeping her from walking away from the family when she was 15-"

Agnar started. "What? That's absurd! She was never that unhappy. Stubborn, yes. As fiery a temper as her hair, for sure. But walk out on us?" he nearly shouted.

"Papa, these are all points from the original timeline. By that point in Anna's life, they had taken slightly different twists and turns. When she was 17, she was supposed to get drunk, get in a huge fistfight at her prom, and end up spending the night with her 'boyfriend', an abusive piece of sh- garbage named Hans Westergaard," Elsa recounted, subconsciously bunching her fists as the memories of both timelines flashed in her mind.

The blood drained from Agnar's face. "She… did get into a fight at her prom. She told us about it a couple of days later when we came home from a business trip. Said she'd managed to get herself out of a bad situation with Elsa's help and Elsa had driven her home. I'm guessing… she technically told the truth, but it was you that helped her out of the bad situation."

Elsa shook her head. "That's more or less right. I might have beaten Hans within an inch of his life after he tried to force himself on Anna. So you see… I've been able to make changes to some things, but some things still happen more generally. I'm hoping her death isn't one of them."

Her father took a short drink from his beer, regarded Elsa carefully as he measured what he was about to say, and then took a much longer drink for courage, finishing the bottle. "That would explain why my Elsa has been avidly taking martial arts classes for the last couple of years," he mused, watching the elder Elsa's eyebrows shoot up in surprise. "Oh yes, I was wondering where that sudden motivation came from, right after Anna's prom. As is typical with Elsa - with you - she's thrown herself headfirst into it and will probably get a black belt in just a couple of years," he smiled wanly.

"So tell me, Elsa," he said haltingly a few moments later, his face completely absent of mirth, "When did you fall in love with Anna?"

Elsa dropped her beer bottle in shock, the bottle landing in the grass, spilling its contents on the lawn. "What?"

Agnar stared at her. "You heard me, Elsa. When did you fall in love with your sister?"

Her thoughts swirled into a maelstrom of confusion. She'd never harbored any romantic feelings towards Anna, not even once. She was always so busy worrying about her sister's health and safety that such a love never had time to form. But her younger self's confession after prom showed that in this timeline, it had - and it had matured enough for her father to have noticed.

"I never did. She was… difficult as a sister. My Anna, not yours, not the girl sitting over there. Romantic love was out of the question, but familial love? Caring for her? Wanting her to stop hurting herself all the time because she was her own worst enemy? Trying to remove years of crap that layered itself on her heart of gold? That was the love I had for her." Tears welled up in Elsa's eyes as she began to pace across the lawn. "I tried so hard to save her, for so many years. From failure, from Hans, from drugs… from death itself. I couldn't save her from any of it until now. It's not romantic love I felt for her - it was guilt. Guilt for not doing enough, for not being enough."

Elsa turned to look back at the kitchen, watching the sisters with a touch of envy at their closeness. "But your Elsa… she confessed something like that the night of Anna's prom, that she had feelings for Anna. And like I said before, I don't have her memories. I don't remember any of this ever happening. But yes, she is in love with Anna, without question."

"It's… not right. It's-" Agnar sighed, looking equal parts disgusted and angry. He stared over the horizon before raising his voice. "Siblings shouldn't love each other like that! I've told Elsa so many times that it's her place as the older sister to… to not behave that way. To protect her sister, not to treat Anna as a- a girlfriend! To conceal it, don't feel it."

Surprise and anger clouded Elsa's face and she raised her own voice in turn. "You can't tell someone not to feel love, Papa. Both of them are legal adults that can make their own choices, and this is a choice that causes no harm. Could you stop loving Mama if I told you to?"

Agnar recoiled, red-faced. "It's not the same! She's not my sister! Elsa, how can you not see how wrong this is? It's deviant! You- Elsa- they shouldn't feel this way about each other. It's- it's disgusting!"

A choked cry made both of them turn around, only to see Anna, red-faced, running out of the house while Elsa's younger version of herself clutched the patio door, white as a sheet and trembling. Iduna sat at the table, frozen in place, her fork midway to her mouth as she looked in shock at the family.

The elder Elsa turned to her father. "This has gone far enough. Stay here," she snapped. "I'll go get her." She pulled on her younger version's sneakers by the kitchen door as she faced her father before leaving. "Love isn't disgusting, Papa. And it's far better than the alternative. I would rather see Anna in Elsa's arms any day than see Anna's body in the ground," she snarled, running out the door.

Elsa struggled to keep up with her younger sister. Her Anna had never been athletic, preferring to feel good by indulging in a variety of vices. This Anna had apparently embraced more natural highs like running. Indiana was known for many things, but nearly infinite cornfields was near the top of the list, and Elsa had to keep pace with Anna or she'd lose her in the sea of sameness near their home.

After a solid ten minutes of running, she saw a glimpse of Anna breaking for a copse of trees. This part of their neighborhood was darkly familiar to Elsa; it was where a lot of the local hoodlums would hang out, smoking and drinking as they avoided their homes. She'd had to find Anna more than a few times in the woods and convince her to come home.

The sun had sunk below the horizon, the last rays of light slowly fading. Elsa navigated her way through the woods to where she remembered Anna's hiding spot was in her time. Sure enough, she found her sister sitting on a log, her head in her hands as her soft sobs echoed in the twilight.

"Hey…" she reached out, gently touching her shoulder.

Anna's shoulders heaved from her cries. "H-how could he say that about me? About us? We love each other!"

Elsa sighed. Giving emotional counsel had never been one of her strong points; after Anna's death, she practically froze her own heart to avoid the pain. "I'm- I'm sorry you had to hear that from him. This is one of those things that… I'm not sure someone of his generation is ever going to understand or accept, Anna."

"Why? Why is this so wrong to him?" she cried.

"Well… part of it I'm sure is that he's what, 45? 46 now? He grew up in a time when any kind of same-sex relationship was taboo. And part of it is the whole…" Elsa coughed, struggling to say the word, "incest thing. It's definitely non-traditional, even in my time."

Anna frowned. "Yeah, but it's not like we're going to be making babies with birth defects or anything! Elsa and I just… we just love each other. A lot."

Elsa smiled. "I know you do. She told me just before I left last time that she had fallen for you. And that was what… two years ago?"

"Yeah," she nodded vigorously, her twin red braids dancing with the motion. "Two years ago, after prom. She told me the next day while she was taking care of my injuries. I was so relieved! I didn't know if she would react like…"

"Like Papa?"

Anna nodded and cast her head down. "Y-yeah. Like that."

"So after I left… you two started…?"

"We started hanging out more whenever she was home from grad school. I mean, we were pretty close before that, but that took things to a whole new level." Anna's posture relaxed as she relived pleasant memories. "We started doing silly, fun stuff like making each other breakfast and then about a year ago we… we…" She blushed furiously. "We started having… sleepovers?" she said with a shy smile.

Elsa joined her in blushing. "Oh. OH! Oh my. I- oh. Wow. You, um, you really do love each other a lot." Her breathing shallowed. "I hope this won't upset you, Anna but… I never thought of you that way. Not that I'm judging you or my younger self! You're both very different people from who I am and who my Anna was, and you… something we say in my time is that love is love. Whatever consenting adults do in the privacy of their own lives is their business and no one else's."

Anna snorted. "Yeah… I don't think Papa's quite so chill about that point of view." She sighed. "I'd love to live in that time, when you don't have to worry about who you love."

Elsa regarded her with deep sadness. "I… I would love for you to live, too. That… that's the whole reason for all of this. So that hopefully… you live."

Both women sat, wordless, as their emotions settled from the chase, until they heard a muffled cry in the distance, near the entrance of the woods.

"What was that?" Anna gasped, looking around frantically in the dusky light.

"It sounded like it was coming from the entrance. Let's go check it out." Elsa picked up a heavy branch from the ground and started making her way nearly silently towards the clearing. In the murky twilight she could make out two shapes moving around, the light of the risen moon illuminating them in pale silver.

"Elsa? ELSA!" Anna shouted, running ahead heedless of the danger. The darkness slowly revealed the two scuffling figures to be her sister and a scruffy, seedy man struggling to grab Elsa around the waist with one arm while holding a hand over her mouth.

"Leave my sister alone!" Anna screamed, launching herself at the ratty man. She clambered up his back and threw her arm around his neck, attempting to choke him. The distraction was enough for the younger Elsa to break free and immediately stomp on the attacker's knee. In pain, he bit down on the inside of Anna's elbow, causing her to shriek and let go.

The attacker spun, ready to attack Anna. She gasped at the sight of him, recognizing his face. "Hans? What the fuck are you doing?"

Hans, dressed in filthy, tattered clothes, his formerly red hair now brown with grime and wildly unkempt, his face sallow and skin weeping with open sores from meth abuse, snarled through shattered teeth at Anna. "Fucking bitch!" he yelled with a lisp through his remaining teeth. "You did this to me!" He started to lunge for Anna but was intercepted by the younger Elsa, who planted a solid kick in his stomach, doubling him over.

Anna clutched her injured arm, blood seeping out from her fingers as her sister shielded her from Hans. He staggered to his feet and reached into the waistband of his pants to withdraw a short, ugly knife. "I'm gonna fucking kill you, bitch!" he slurred. Elsa backed Anna up further, trying to gain some distance from Hans' craziness.

A loud crack reverberated in the dark as he crumpled to the ground like a marionette whose strings had been cut. Part of a tree branch appeared to be embedded in his skull. Behind him stood the older Elsa, the remainder of the broken branch in her hand. She looked down at the body and grabbed both sisters by the arms. "Let's get out of here, okay?" She took off her shirt and wrapped it around Anna's injured arm.

Anna glanced over her shoulder. "Oh my god, is- is he-"

The elder Elsa nodded as they walked back towards the sisters' home. "Probably," she said softly, picking up the pace.

After a half hour's fast walk, they arrived back at Agnar and Iduna's house, the darkness concealing Anna's injuries. Iduna stood at the doorway, pale and anxious. "Elsa, Anna- you're all right!" she cried, stepping forward before Elsa motioned for her to stop.

The elder Elsa ushered everyone inside the house. "We need povidone iodine, bacitracin, and some gauze," she ordered, her physician's voice brooking no dissent. Iduna scurried to the bathroom to get the supplies while Elsa sat Anna down to look at her injured arm. She inhaled sharply.

What few teeth Hans had left had created a pattern on Anna's arm that resembled… track marks. Bruises around punctures, right along the elbow, though thankfully Hans had missed the critical arteries and veins. The bleeding had mostly stopped, so she doused it liberally with iodine as she looked up at Anna's teary eyes. "Tomorrow you're going to need to go to a clinic and get some shots, I'm afraid. These are deep enough to be concerning, and who knows what the fuck diseases he was carrying. Elsa-" she glanced over her shoulder at her younger self, "Get Anna into the shower and get her cleaned up with a fresh change of clothes. We'll bandage up the arm afterward."

The two sisters made their way to the bathroom while Elsa turned to look at Iduna and Agnar; he sat in shock at the table. Iduna sat down next to him and looked up at Elsa. "Wh- what happened?"

Elsa described running after Anna, encountering her younger self and the violent aftermath. "I'm guessing your Elsa left shortly after I did and she's not as fast a runner as I am. By the time she got there, Hans came across her and attacked her."

Iduna looked towards the door, frightened. "Do you think- is he still dangerous?"

The blonde shook her head. "He's no danger to anyone, not any more." A brief burst of remorse washed over her; when Anna had run ahead, she grabbed the largest club-like branch she could find. As she'd approached Hans, she had her choice of places to hit him and she'd weighed her options carefully. The branch she'd picked up looked like a mace, a ball of roots at one end worn down by time into dull spikes. Knowing all he'd done to Anna, even in this timeline, the choice had been easy and she brought it down on his skull with the force of a sledgehammer.

Elsa cocked her head to ensure she heard the sound of running water, then turned to face her father. He took a deep breath, eyes downcast. "This… this is all my fault."

"Yes it is, Papa," she answered without hesitation, watching him shudder. "I understand how you feel about their relationship, but this whole 'conceal, don't feel' business is bullshit. All it will do is drive them away from you - especially Anna. Tonight was a close call, and she very well might not have come home."

Iduna swallowed and looked at her, fear mixed with sadness. "She… she would have been out there in the woods alone… alone with that monster."

Elsa nodded, her face grim. "And my younger self isn't up to the task of fighting monsters just yet, though she did try valiantly."

"What… what was supposed to happen? Tonight, I mean, the reason you came here originally." Iduna quietly asked, recalling the conversation over dinner about Elsa's memories.

"Anna ran away. It wasn't permanent, but after a nasty argument, I grabbed her arm and saw she had track marks on it from heroin. She was an addict, thanks to Hans, and we fought even more. She ran off to spend the night with him, and I flew back to Cambridge furious at her, at how she was throwing her life away," Elsa reminisced. "All things considered, even with our-" she threw him a sharp glance, "disagreement, she's safe at home under your roof. That's an improvement."

Agnar sank into his chair. "I… I'll try, Elsa. I'll try to understand. I don't want to lose them, not to a monster in the woods and not to drugs. You're right. Tonight was too close a call. What you said… the thought of my baby girl's funeral… I'll do anything to avoid that. I… I'll try."

"That's all they want you to do, Papa," she said softly, rubbing his shoulder. "That's all they need - your love and care. You don't need to enthusiastically jump for joy about a non-traditional relationship. You just have to accept that it's real and that they're not harming themselves or anyone else."

Agnar nodded wordlessly as Iduna held his hand.

Tiny sparks of lightning began to arise from her fingers. Elsa smiled; the evening's tumultuous events had given her another answer as well. "It's time for me to go. I've done what I came here to do, apparently." She looked down the hall; the sisters were still in the shower. "Take Anna to a doctor tomorrow and have her checked out. She'll need a tetanus booster for sure, and possibly a hepatitis booster, okay?"

Both parents nodded their heads as more arcs of lightning sparked from Elsa's skin, flowing into the floor. "Love them for who they are. Let them love each other, and don't let Anna drive a car on her 21st birthday!" she urged, as she vanished in a flash of light.


That evening, the sisters lay in bed together. Elsa gently stroked Anna's arm above the bandage. "You came to rescue me today," she said softly, reflecting back on the day's adventures with relief and sadness.

Anna smiled. "I did. And I haven't even been to any judo classes like you have!"

"Jujutsu."

"Whatever," she giggled. Her expression turned more serious. "So… um…"

Elsa rolled her eyes as she propped herself up on one arm. "Yes, dear sister? What did you do?"

"Your older self - which is still weird to say after all these years - was asking how close we were, and I, uh…" Anna glanced out the window, pausing as she worried her lower lip.

"You…?" Elsa booped her sister on the nose to call her attention back to the conversation.

Anna blushed. "I think I might have implied we were more.. involved… than we actually are."

Elsa squinted at the redhead. "Meaning?"

"I might have implied… we were… umm… intimate," Anna cringed, ducking her head.

"You what?" Elsa shouted, smacking Anna's good shoulder. "Like… oh my god, Anna, why?" she said, straining to hold in her laughter as she faked outrage with poor success. "What made you say that?"

Anna ducked her head under the covers and mumbled something unintelligible.

Elsa pulled up the blankets. "I didn't quite get that, dear sister," she laughed, resting her forehead against Anna's. Her little sister's lie of omission wasn't terribly scandalous; they'd kissed and hugged plenty, and had experimented a little with hands in different places as they hugged, but that was the extent of their intimacy. They'd talked about doing more, but hadn't gone especially far, mostly because Elsa spent most of her time at university.

"I said…" her blush reached the tips of her ears, "maybe because I want it to be true."

Elsa let out a breath of relief and grinned hungrily at her sister. "You have no idea how long I've been waiting for you to ask, Anna." She removed her nightgown and turned off the lights.


Author's Notes

The sisters finally consummate their relationship. Originally, I had written this scene to be earlier in the story, but I wasn't super comfortable with writing any kind of intimate relations with an underage character, so it had to wait until Anna was over 18 :)

And yes, Hans is dead.


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