A/N Now, I know I said no chapter updates for a while, but, I got pretty much everything done today what I wanted to get done before I went away faster than I'd expected. So, here's an extremely early (and rather short, sorry!) Chapter 5, enjoy!
"Anna..." I can hear what seems to be Kristoff's voice in the darkness, but it's faded and slightly muffled as though he's in a far distance.
"Anna?" I hear it again, still a little vague, yet a little clearer. My eyelids are heavy and my body feels numb yet it aches with tiredness all over at the same time. I slowly open my eyes to see Kristoff looking down at me with concern and panic in his eyes. His face suddenly softens and he sighs in relief.
"Oh my God, Anna, you frightened the life out of me!" He says, rubbing his hands over his face.
"W-where...what..." My voice is raspy and barely audible, I realise my throat has become dry and sore.
"It's ok Anna." Kristoff whispers soothingly, "You've been out for hours." He explains, jabbing a dry stick at a crackling warm fire I didn't realise was there, "You looked freezing, so I...err...I gave you my jacket." He says, bashfully, visibly blushing as the light of the fire glows against him.
"Thanks." I croak, making an attempt to get up, but my whole body feels worn out and tired. I extend my arm out for Kristoff to take and help me up. He pulls me up, with such force that I end up lying on top of him. We both give each other wide eyed looks of dismay.
"This is...awkward." I say, words finally finding their way through my lips.
"Sorry." Kristoff mumbles, helping me off him clumsily and sitting beside me. There is a long moment of silence, it's peaceful yet disturbing. We both sit there, staring at the dancing flames of the fire.
Finally, Kristoff speaks, "I err, I'm just gonna get some more firewood," he says as he rises to his feet. He looks down to me, wearing is adorable goofy smile, "I won't be long."
"Ok." I reply, returning the smile as he walks away through the snow.
Suddenly, a gust of cold wind blows past, causing me to shiver. I realise how dark it is, the darkness of the night attacking the edges of the firelight. I hold my hands over the warmth of the fire, then my attention adverts to the distance before me, the seemingly endless and shadowy darkness in front of me. I thought I'd heard the snap of a twig beneath a careless foot, or footsteps through the snow.
"Kristoff?" I whisper into the air, no response. I must have just imagined it. But then, I hear something again, the sound of heavy footsteps, crunching the soft snow and coming closer.
"Kristoff?" My voices quivers as I call out and there is still no answer.
"Elsa?" I say, closing my eyes and clutching my knees close to my chest in fear.
"I'm scared, Elsa..." I whisper, hoping deep down inside that somehow Elsa can hear me and she'll come and sit beside me and hug me close like she did when she and I were little and tell me that everything was going to be alright. But she doesn't come. I can hear the heavy breaths of someone or perhaps something nearby.
"Anna?" A familiar male voice suddenly speaks, breaking through the sinister silence of the night. I look up in shock.
"Hans?"