Anna stared at her phone. It had been a couple weeks since she had last seen Elsa, not that Anna hadn't tried. Every time she would suggest coming over, she got a variation of the "I can't today", or "Sorry Anna, I have a meeting today".
At least she's still texting me, that's... something.
She groned and rolled onto her back, yielding from her staring contest with her iPhone. It was her last day off this week, and she had hoped to spend it with the blonde.
Come on universe, you make this happen, and I'll give up chocolate for a week. No, two weeks!
Her phone buzzed, prompting the girl to leap back over to her phone, only to be slightly disappointed.
"Sorry Anna, I have too much work today. I'll talk to you soon."
"Ugh!" Anna threw her phone at the door, only hit the picture Elsa had taken of her. The force knocked it off of the counter, glass of the frame smashing loudly.
"Oh shoot," she jumped up from the couch, running over to assess the damage. She stepped on a shard of glass, crushing it with a loud crunch. She screamed out in pain, falling to the floor with a thud. Suddenly, her door flung open, Kristoff standing with a bag of groceries.
"Anna!" He was quickly by her side, examining her from head to toe. "What happened, are you hurt?"
"I stepped on glass Kris, it hurts," she whimpered.
He looked at the injured foot, before standing up.
"It doesn't look too bad, I'm just gonna grab some tools from my car, I'll be right back." The blonde boy dashed off through the door.
Anna reached over to the broken frame, pulling out the picture carefully.
Elsa, where are you?
Elsa got up from the bathroom floor. She wiped her mouth with a tissue, throwing it into the toilet before flushing.
Minor nausea and discomfort my ass.
She walked over to the counter to check her phone. The blonde frowned when she saw that Anna had not responded.
Please Anna, be a bit more patient with me.
She hated lying to the girl, but it seemed better than risking vomiting and fainting in her presence. As she walked out of the bathroom, she felt a bit optimistic. This round of chemo was finally over, which meant she had two weeks until the next round.
Elsa walked down the steps towards the door, Gerda by her side.
"What's on my schedule Gerda?"
"You just have your meeting with Mr. Gad. After that, your schedule is clear for the next two weeks, as you asked."
The blonde opened the door, turning to waive Gerda goodbye before walking down the steps. She was greeted by Kai, who waited by the car, opening the back door for her to enter. Once the car pulled out of the driveway, she closed her eyes, clutching at her gold necklace.
Just a bit longer.
She yelped, grimacing as Kristoff pulled another shard out of her foot.
"Just relax, feistypants. You're gonna be okay."
"You sure? I'm not one of the pets you work with."
He gave her a look. "The only difference between me and a doctor is that doctors need people to tell them what's wrong." He plucked out another shard. "That looks like it was the last one." He carefully wrapped up the pile of shards before placing it into the black garbage bag.
"Here we go again," Anna rolled her eyes.
"Shush," he pulled out a small plastic bottle, dabbing a white cloth with the liquid. "This might sting a bit," he picked up her foot with his free hand.
She cried out at the burning sensation. "Hurry!"
"And... There, all done." He picked up the bandage and began wrapping her foot. "See, that wasn't so bad."
She glared at him. "Is this your way of getting back at me?"
"Maybe. Or maybe I'm just helping you because I care about you," he packed up his tools back into his bag.
She looked down at her hands. "Sorry... I know I can be immature sometimes."
"Hey, I was only kidding." He looked around the apartment. "We should probably clean up all of this glass..." Suddenly, he picked her up, carrying her over to the couch. "You, sit. I'll take care of this, okay?"
"O-okay," she stammered out. Kristoff walked back over to pick up the shards, unaware of the blushing redhead watching him.
"This is an... Interesting place," Jonathan looked around the cafe. "You come here every week?"
"I used to," Elsa sipped on her coffee. "No one that would care knows I come here, and the people that are here don't care who I am. It's nice to be able to get away."
"I guess I would have to be famous to understand that," he smirked.
You're here having coffee with him, when you told Anna you were too busy to meet today?
This is business, and I'm not ready to see her yet.
Oh, so you came to the place where she works. Brilliant.
I made sure she wasn't working before I came here. I want to make sure I'm... Stable before I see her.
And what better place to test your ability to not vomit than a public place?
"Uh, Elsa?"
The blonde blinked. "Oh, sorry. I'm just a bit run down from... You know."
His brows furrowed. "I've been meaning to talk to you about that... How are you feeling?"
"I'm fine," she set down her cup. "What about that Hans? Where are we in dealing with that?"
"You don't need to worry about that guy anymore, I set him straight." He reached for her hand. "Are you okay?"
"Jon, I'm fine," she pulled her hand away.
"If you ever need anything, you just let me know okay?" He leaned forward in his seat. "I'm here for you."
"That's very kind of you," she finished her cup. "Well, I better be getting home. It was nice to see you." She stood to leave.
"Well, uh... Okay, I'll see you soon," he wrapped his arms around her, getting a light tap from the blonde.
"See you soon," she walked out the door, puzzled by his strange behavior.
Kristoff tied up the garbage bag. "Well, that seems to be the last of it. I'd say your apartment is glass free."
Anna bowed dramatically from her seat. "Thank you, brave sir. You have saved my foot from impending doom."
"You're welcome. Well, I better get going, it's about time to feed Sven." He turned to leave.
"Wait!" The redhead reached out towards him, prompting the boy to turn back around. "I, um..." She groaned. "Why is this so... weird and awkward?"
He leaned against the counter. "Well, we really haven't spent much time together lately. I only see you when I bring you food, and that's only once a week at most."
"Well, can we do that more? Spend time together, I mean." She fidgeted in her seat. "I'm sorry I was being such a brat, I know you're only looking out for me. I really missed you."
Kristoff walked over to her, bringing her in for a hug. "I missed you too, I'll see you soon, I promise." He gave her a quick peck on top of her head before leaving.
Elsa walked out of the cafe, trying to figure out why Jonathan had acted so strangely. When she looked up and saw Anna's apartment complex, her thoughts were overrun with guilt.
You are so close, why don't you stop by to say hello? It's the least you can do.
That is a terrible idea.
You've been lying to her for the past two weeks. Actually, you've been lying to her since you met her. Who does that?
You don't deserve a friend like her. You are manipulative, controlling, and she has done nothing but good things for you. If you have any decency you will walk over to tell her the truth and let it all out. She deserves to know.
Elsa walked towards the apartment complex with her head down.
Once you tell her everything, she will realize how much of a freak you are. Then she can get on with her life, and be rid of you for good. She-
Elsa was nearly knocked off her feet, having bumped into something. When she turned around, she realized she had run into a tall blonde boy.
"Hey, watch where you're going!"
"Sorry, I-"
"Wait," he squinted. "I know you, you're Elsa, Anna's friend!"
Oh no.
"Look, if you're here to-"
"Please, don't tell Anna you saw me here."
"What?"
"I need to-"
"You want me to lie to her? For you?" His eyes darkened. "What are you doing here? If you hurt her I swear-"
"No, I just," she felt lightheaded. "I just need time, please..."
She could tell he was trying to say something, only she couldn't hear anything. The last thing she saw was his concerned look, before the darkness engulfed her.
He didn't know how, but he had made it in time to catch her. Kristoff looked around, luckily no one was on the street to see what had happened.
"Hey," he shook her by the shoulder. "You okay? Can you hear me?"
Shit this is not good, I should get her upstairs.
He went to pick her up, only to find a large hand on his shoulder.
"It's okay, son, I'm here to take her home." The large man reached for her.
Kristoff instinctively put a protective hand over her shoulder. "And who are you supposed to be?"
"I'm her caretaker, now step aside." He got closer.
"No," Kristoff growled, refusing to back down. He took a step away from the large man.
The man's face darkened. "Son, you don't know what you're doing."
Shit. He looked at the door. I won't make it two steps before he grabs me.
The man took a step towards him.
I have to try.
Before Kristoff could make his move, Elsa fidgeted, eye's opening slightly. She looked around for a second, before looking at the man.
"It's okay, that's Kai, he'll take me home."
Kristoff nodded, handing the blonde over to the large man. "Sorry sir, I just had to make sure."
"It's alright, thank you for your concern." Kai went to turn around, only to be stopped by Elsa, who grasped Kristoff's sleeve.
"Please, don't tell her. I need time," she pleaded.
Kristoff sighed. "Okay, but if I'm keeping quiet, I need to know what's going on." He pulled out his business card, tucking it into her hand. "When you are feeling better, call me. Until then, I promise I won't say a word."
"Thank you," she managed to mutter that out before passing out again, losing the grip of his sleeve.
Kristoff watched as the large man placed her in the back seat before pulling away.
A/N: They finally meet! Sort of.
Comments and criticisms are always welcome, the next chapter will be up on Wednesday.
See you then!