Title: Without You
Sum: [FallenAngelAU] What am I doing here? It all seems strange, but it can't be. These places, these people… they're familiar… but I've never met them…
Disclaimer: I don't own Frozen or its associated characters; I'm just borrowing them for a bit of fun.
Rating: T/PG-13
Characters/Pairings: [Elsanna]; Anna, Elsa, Olaf
Warnings/Triggers: Amnesia, beware the toof-paste munster.
Links: -links-
Notes: So… this took a long while. I went into a slump where I just stopped writing altogether and now I'm trying to get out of that. So I continued on with Chapter Two and hopefully I can continue writing this, because I really want to.

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Chapter Two

the rain falls

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"Be gone from my sight!"

"Do not do this to me, please."

"Please's will get you nothing, traitor."

"Please…"

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"That… was… weird?" Came the murmur from Elsa as she moved out of the bathtub to dress herself. Quickly drying, she wrapped her wet hair in the towel and pulled on the navy blue cotton cloth drawstring pants and large t-shirt that held the letters in bold black "ASU" on a field of grey. I wonder what 'ASU' stands for… Was a thought that flittered across her mind as she approached the door to the bathroom, her hands using the towel to continue to dry her wet white-blonde hair. As soon as she exited the steamy room, she heard giggles and laughs coming from the area she'd first arrived in. I wonder what they're doing…

Taking quiet steps against the hardwood floor, she approached the living area—it was set up in two distinct areas, there was a television against the far wall between two windows with a comfortable looking leather armchair just to the right (opposite the shelf wall of books and movies), and then a three-person leather sofa that matched the armchair, separated the area with the television from the area where the child and his mother were now playing.

"I am the best! I am number one!" The little child cheered as he stood with one foot on Anna's back and the other on the floor for balance, in a victorious pose. "Bow down to King Olaf!" His words were mixed with giggles and laughs and deep breaths as he spoke; with a grin he turned his head and noticed their observer. "Elsa! Just in time!" He laughed out. "Since I bested the e-b-il snowman Marshmallow, I get to save the princess. And that's you!" He used the foot he had on Anna's back to step over her, a quiet 'oof!' sounded as he placed his weight on her, and he moved in front of Elsa and took her hand. "Now c'mon!"

Pulling on her now-dry hand, the little child led her back the way she'd come, but instead of heading into the restroom, he took a right turn to go down the hallway behind the elaborate shelf-wall of movies and books and other knick-knacks. The blonde watched the child amble forward, following him like a confused child. "I'm starting supper Olaf!" The redhead called from the living area as they moved into a room, the first door on the left down the hallway.

"This is my room!" The little boy presented, using his unoccupied hand to gesture to the entirety of his bedroom. In the far corner was his twin bed with Spongebob sheets and comforter, and a few pillows haphazardly thrown on top; his dresser and toy box were on the wall beside the door, and a small television sat atop his dresser with a small DVD player set to the side. Wait… I've never seen those devices before… how do I know what they are? Tossing the thought to the back of her mind, she followed the boy around his room as he showed her the various toys and knick knacks about his room. "And this is the stuffed reindeer that Uncle Kristoff gave me… I call him Sven, cuz Uncle Kristoff has a reindeer named Sven where he works… with Santa." The blonde woman smiled down at the child. Who's Santa? Should I know him? …seems important… perhaps I should ask Anna later. Without realizing, it would seem that Elsa had missed a good portion of Olaf's conversation following his introduction of Sven and Uncle Kristoff, who looked like a young man maybe a little older than Anna, going by the picture of the man and his reindeer in the picture beside Olaf's bed. "So…" He turned and crossed his arms, which just looked like he was trying to touch his elbows with his hands, and looked up at Elsa. "I've saved the princess, and now we gets our happily ever after." He smiled then and the blonde amnesiac found her lips quirking up into a smile as well.

"And… what would our happily ever after entail, sweetheart?" She asked, crouching down to kneel at eye level. "Will my prince sweep me off my feet to his kingdom? Or perhaps he will bestow upon me True Love's kiss…" His face screwed up at the mention of a kiss and the blonde chuckled at his response and wrapped her arms around her legs as she continued to balance on the balls of her feet. Why am I saying this? Is it… right… fairy tales… I'm sure I've heard them before… Pausing in thought, she turns her attention to the small child as he takes on a bashful stance, his arms behind his back and his head looking down. "What is it Olaf?" He looked up beneath his bangs and mutters something to quiet for her to hear. "I… I couldn't hear, you're going to have to speak louder."

"I guess I can give you a kiss…" He said, his face now red as he looked up at her. The blonde smiled again and nodded. With nervous energy, he moves in and lays a kiss on her open cheek and then steps back. "…your cheek is cold, Miss Elsa." He says with wonder and confusion. "Are you cold? Mama can gets you an extra jacket if you're too cold." The boy looked genuinely worried and so Elsa thought on it. Am I cold? I was cold earlier… am I still cold?

"I'm fine Olaf. No need to fret." Before much else could occur, however, his red-haired mother pushed open his mostly closed door and stepped inside.

"What are we doing in here?" She asked, placing her hands on her hips as she looked at Olaf and her crouched guest for the evening. "Havin' a little pow wow?"

"Pow… wow?" Elsa responded with a confused expression and Anna opened her mouth to speak, but it would seem Olaf had other ideas.

"Me and Elsa were having our happily ever after, I gived her True Love's kiss. And I think she's cold, Mama! And she's just not telling me, a cause she doesn't want me to worry." He stated very matter-of-factly. The blonde looked between the little boy and the woman with her mouth slightly open, ready to butt in should something be sad against her at all.

"I'm… I'm really not cold. He kissed my cheek and… I guess it was just a difference in temperature…" The redhead doesn't seem to be listening to the babble of her guest for the evening and steps closer to the woman. Blue eyes watch the shorter girl with confusion as a hand is raised and laid against her forehead before moving to both of her cheeks. "…uh…" Blue-green eyes narrow and the blonde watches as the other woman's bottom lip catches between her teeth.

"You are really cold, Elsa." The redhead took a step back and turned to Olaf with a smile. "Well I guess it's a good thing I made some hot soup, huh Olaf? It'll warm Miss Elsa right up!" Anna said as her smile grew into a grin to match the excited expression on her son's face. "Olaf, sweetheart, go wash your hands and meet us in the kitchen."

"Okay, Mama!" The little boy ran past his mother and out of the room. There was a dull thud that echoed in from the hallway before the sound of small feet pounding on hardwood continued. Anna let out a small chuckle before turning her eyes back to Elsa.

"Come on, you can help me set the table… Olaf's gonna be a while." The blonde nodded and moved from her spot to follow Anna out of the boy's bedroom and back out into the living area. To the left was the area Anna and Olaf had been wrestling in earlier, along with the sofa and the television; and to the right was the kitchen area with a four-person plain wooden table with four equally plain wooden chairs. It was a nice little set-up.

Anna walked around the table to fetch the dishes for the evening; the blonde merely stood beside the wooden "dining room" furniture, fidgeting as she waited for Anna to give her something to do. And with plates and bowls in hand, the redhead returned to the table and began to set out the dishes for three spots—Elsa smiled as she noticed the small plate and bowl for Olaf were designed with cartoon characters, though she wasn't sure how she knew they were called the Avengers when she didn't recognize any of the characters on the small plastic dishes. "Is there anything I can do to help, Anna?"

"Hmm?" The redhead looked up from her task and smiled at the taller woman. "I've got this, if you just want to sit while I get the food over here." Elsa nodded and took the spot to the right of what would be Olaf's spot and across from the other place set. She watched the redhead's back as she moved about the stove picking up a pot with one hand and a plate of sandwiches with the other. As she moved back to the table, Elsa heard her speak: "It's not much, but I always think grilled cheese sandwiches and hot tomato soup are always good on cold days like today." Blue eyes connected with blue-green, and the blonde smiled as Anna laid her burden on the table. "Alright… we're all set… but it looks like Olaf is still—"

"I'm done Mama!" Came the loud boisterous voice of the child in the apartment before soft thumps were heard. Little Olaf soon appeared in the living area with a grin on his face and toothpaste in his hair. "Oh! And the toof-paste munster attacked me! So I had to show him who's boss."

"I see that sweetheart." Anna stepped forward with a wet dish cloth in hand, which Elsa had not seen her go back to pick up, just how regular were Olaf's fights with the 'toof-paste munster'? "Come here, it looks like he gave you a little more trouble than you thought." The redhead chuckled and ran the dish cloth through little Olaf's hair and forehead to get the bright blue tooth paste off him before letting him seat himself at the table. Her right hand reached out and ruffled the child's hair as he settled down, before she picked up the pot of soup and began pouring the hot liquid into each of the three bowls. "Alright, pick a sandwich and dig in!"

"Wait Mama! You forgot somethin'!" The redhead paused with the grilled cheese sandwich almost to her mouth. With a raised eyebrow she lowered the sandwich back to her plate. "You forgot gwace, Mama!"

"Oh right! Well how about you do it? Since you remembered." The head of ginger curls bounced with his excited nod before he clasped his small hands together and bowed his head—watching both Anna and Elsa to make sure they did the same.

"Like this Elsa!" He laughed, unclasping and clasping his hands together to demonstrate; with a mildly confused expression, Elsa mirrored his actions and bowed her head as he did. When he closed his eyes tightly, the blonde followed suit and smiled when she heard his voice chirp out: "God is great, God is good, God we thank you for our food. By His hands we are fed, Give us Lord our daily bread. Amen!" With a small chuckle, Elsa opened her eyes again and looked to the other two and watched as they eagerly dug into the sustenance provided. Feeling out of her element, as she had for so much of the evening, she picked up a sandwich and took a bite. She was enjoyed the taste of melted cheese on slightly burnt bread when she felt a light tap on her shoulder. Looking over, she found Olaf smiling. "Dip it in the soup, it'll taste so much better." He then proceeded to echo his statement and wound up getting the soup down his t-shirt for his trouble. But the look on his face attested to the deliciousness of the combination.

With uncertainty, Elsa tore off a piece of the grilled cheese sandwich and lowered it into the tomato soup; looking up, she noticed Anna watching her with humor filled irises while the redhead chewed, looking back to the tomato soup drenched piece of cheese and bread. "Go ahead, it's not gonna kill ya… promise." She heard Anna speak and with an intake of breath, Elsa placed the piece in her mouth and let it sit on her tongue. Both Olaf and Anna seemed to be on the edge of their seats as they observed their guest chew the soggy bread. When Elsa swallowed, they both leaned forward expecting to hear her judgment of the suggested combination. After a few seconds, Elsa repeated the process. Both Anna and Olaf looked at each other, before turning their eyes back to Elsa.

"Is something wrong?"

"Nuh-uh." Anna answered, shaking her head as she lifted the grilled cheese to her mouth, not moving her eyes from Elsa's bewildered expression. The blonde tilted her head to the side as she watched Anna watch her.

"Mama… you're doing it again." Olaf piped up as he continued to clumsily eat the sandwich and soup. Anna twitched awkwardly, and lowered her eyes to her food as her cheeks tinged a pink color. The three occupants of the apartment turned back to their food and sat in relative silence until all were finished—the sandwiches and soup mostly gone. Leaning back in his chair, Olaf rubbed his right hand over his stomach. "That was so good, Mama. I like it when you make soup and sandy-witches." Anna chuckled after he spoke and stood to grab the plates, patting her son's head before taking his dishes and utensils.

"Come on, knucklehead. Go clean up."

"Alright Mama." Little Olaf answered before tumbling from his chair and running down the makeshift hallway. It was mostly silent for a few moments as Anna moved the dishes back into the kitchen area.

"Can I help, Anna?" The blonde asked from the table.

"Yea sure. Why don't you grab that towel and you can dry the dishes?" Anna threw a moderately sized towel over her shoulder towards Elsa and wasn't surprised to have the taller woman move to stand next to her as she filled the sink with hot soapy water. When she was finished with the first plate, she grinned as she handed it to Elsa. "There ya go. One down… quite a bit to go." Minutes of silence passed between them as Anna washed the dirty dishes and Elsa dried. Anna had managed to finish washing as Elsa was drying the pot that had held the soup—picking up another dish towel, she picked up the skillet she'd used to cook the sandwiches and began wiping the water from the cooking implement.

"Miss Elsa! You forgot something in the bathroom!" Pausing with her wiping of the now clean pot, Elsa turned to face the child as he scurried into the kitchen area in a pair of Spider-Man boxers.

"Olaf! Where are your clothes?" Anna almost shrieked at the sight of her son.

"Not now, Mama. I gotta give Elsa what she left in the bathroom." He stated matter-of-factly, crossing his arms. Anna had to hide a snicker as she looked from her son to their guest.

"Well… go on then." Anna gestured, turning back to the dishes that still needed drying. She heard her son's feet smack against the hardwood of the floor as he approached his newfound friend.

"You fer-got this, Elsa!" With a smile, Olaf moved his hand in front of him, his fingers looking as if they were holding something. But to Elsa, nothing was there. Tilting her head, she looked between the clenching fingers and Olaf's eyes. "Come on, Elsa. It matches, so it's gots ta be yours." He moved his hand further forward, gesturing for Elsa to take the object from his hand—but she saw nothing in his hand.

"What is it, Olaf, sweetheart?" Elsa heard Anna say, turning her eyes to the redhead, she saw the mother watching her son curiously with a smile on her face.

"It's a feather! A black one, Mama! It matches the other ones Elsa has in her wings!"

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Author's Note: So, this took a long while. Like I said, I'm trying to get out of my writer's block. Tell me what you think!

Thanks you for reading!

Chezi Out