Disclaimer: I do not own the story of Frozen, nor any of its original characters.
AN: Sorry that I've been neglecting you all, oh wait no I'm not! #sorrynotsorry I have been working like a mad dog on my school work and on my theatre's fall show. #stagemanagerproblems but here you go, finally the 8th chapter you've all been dying for (AKA my sister is the one dying). I'm not sure if I'll be able to start writing regularly again though, so be patient with me darlings.
I blink a few times and attempt to focus my eyes; the colors of this room swirl around me like leaves in the wind. I clamp my eyes shut and wait for the wind to settle before I attempt to watch it again. I manually slow my breathing down, it has been rushing in and out of my lungs up to this point - no doubt a result of the wind I am experiencing. But of course, I am indoors and there is no wind really, only my thoughts which dance around the air and bounce off the walls. Once my breaths are tightly regulated again, I pull myself up into a sitting position on the bed but do not yet open my eyes. The sheets on my bed, which normally are soft and cool, have today turned cold and sharp. My fingers feel rough on them and they cling to my skin with static electricity. I finally peel my eyes open once again, the world has not settled down yet and it circles and turns round in my eyes.
I steady myself on the bed, whose pale yellow sheets have yet to calm down either, and I swing my legs over the edge of the mahogany frame. With every movement I make, the world spins again with new found determination. The floor stings my bear feet with its heat as I walk across its marble. I reach the wash basin, silver in color it looks gray in the dark of early morning. I run some water across my hands, hoping to stimulate feeling in my numb fingertips. As I rub my palms together, I turn back around to face the bed and find my wife still laying upon it, asleep as though it were the middle of the night and not early in the morning.
I splash some water on my face and it has a warm, calming feeling against my skin which is ice cold per usual. I slink back towards the bed, and my sleeping beauty, and climb on top of the sheets which still feel rough under my hands. I do not lie back down to sleep again because I realize that it will be impossible. Anna's body is poised towards my side of the bed and her red blonde hair lays listless around her pillow, my fingertips - now moist with morning dew - find the gentle curvature of her chin. I stroke her face slowly and mindfully, her skin is hot and glistens with sweat. Her face looks contorted almost, and I can tell what is happening in her mind is no peaceful dream.
I am correct in my assumptions for as I sit above her, gently stroking her cheek, her body begins convulsing. Muscles spasming in a fit of fear, and mouth quivering with hot anticipation. She lets out a high pitched moan, and curls her body deeper into a ball. I move my hand from her face to her left shoulder, which is poised up towards the ceiling.
"Anna," I say as I shake her body, attempting to shatter her nightmare, "Wake up princess," I kiss her on the cheek.
Her eyelids spring open and her blue eyes, wild and feral, search for the source of her night horrors. She find only me to stare at though, as I am the only one present, and her eyes soon take on a different appearance. Despite being pulled from her nightmare, her mind lingers in the horrors of her thoughts and she pulls her knees into her chest, attempting to disappear into nothing.
"Anna, you're alright. Come here," I hold my arms open, a familiar signal which means that she can embrace me until she feels better about what has transpired. She happily obliges and climbs onto my form, sitting on my lap with arms around my midsection. I had forgotten until this moment that I neglected to put on any clothes when I stumbled out of bed earlier, but Anna seems to not mind. Her breath is warm on my chest and somehow she is the one comforting me, despite being the one in need of comfort. I am still shaken by our fight last night and it is for that reason why I woke up in such a cold sweat as it were.
We sit like that for a long time it seems, as she empties her tear-ducts all over my bare body. I do not mind a single bit and I just run my fingers through her red blonde hair. The sun peeks up over the horizon, I can see it through the window. Although frosty with snow outside, the sun still paints the clouds this morning. Orange, pink, red, purple, it is quite a sight.
"Darling," I say, gently lifting her body off of mine, "look at the sunrise, it's beautiful this morning." She turns around so her back is to me, I wrap my legs around her hips and we sit that way and watch the sun come over the snow-speckled trees. I lean my face into her shoulder, which is bare, and kiss her pale skin very lightly.
"I'm sorry," I whisper into the softness of her skin.
"Why are you sorry?" She asks without turning to look at me, she is still intent on watching the sunrise.
"For last night, I'm sorry." She still does not turn around but I feel her sigh before I hear it.
"Elsa, we already talked this out last night, it's fine. It's over now."
Now I turn her face towards mine with a delicate pull of my fingertips. My brow furrows down as I speak again, "No. I need to say that I'm sorry to you, because I had no right to come in and yell at you. I promise I won't ever do it again."
She smiles lightly, a smirk, "You don't need to make such outlandish promises. I'm quite feisty and I don't listen, you may yet need to yell at me." She kisses me with force on the lips. "I might also need to yell at you, so I think a better promise for us to make is to always forgive and move on afterwards." I nod and kiss her again, my hands on her neck.
She pulls herself away and moves to go get dressed. I follow her, since now the sun is up and we should be too.