Elsa woke to the all to bright white of a blurring hospital room. She instantly bolted upright, blood rushing to her head and her vision remained blurred.

"Elsa?" She heard a voice smooth as silk glide through the air. she breathed hard and rapid until her vision returned, she was in a hospital bed, an IV running up her arm and across the room Jack was standing, looking at her with concern, he returned to her bed.

"Elsa,-"

"Jack where-"

"Shhh... Elsa don't speak. Just breathe." Jack said and laid her back in the uncomfortable bed. Elsa could already feel the panic attack, but what was she so afraid of? She felt so confused, and sad- an unbearable, lonely sadness settled over her. She tried to remember where she was.

At school... At school with... With Anna.

The name of her sister was bothering her, there was something not right. She pulled up the covers and stared in sheer horror at her clothes, her white long sleeved shirt was stained scarlet, her jeans were covered in red. Elsa's hand flew to her shoulder that was wrapped in the bandages. She remembered.

It all came rushing back to quickly, to harshly. She rolled onto her side with a sickening moan, the tears came through already swollen eyes.

"No... No no why is this happening?" She cried into the sheet and she felt a hand on her good shoulder.

"Elsa..." Jack's voice stopped as if he had no idea what to say.

"Anna." Elsa's eyes went wide and she whipped herself around on the bed so hard her shoulder dislocated. She cried out in the sudden, splintering pain and held her shoulder. She looked up at Jack. "Jack... Jack please were is Anna?"

"Elsa she's-"

"Take me to her- now!"

"Elsa you need to rest please I don't want you hurt."

"Then please. Please Jack get me to Anna." A nauseating thought dawn on Elsa. "Please tell me she is alive... " Elsa stared up at the big blue eyes. Jack gulped.

"Anna is alive, she's going to be okay." Jack whispered.

Elsa let out a long, agonized breath. "... Marco?" Elsa stared up at the white haired boy again, she was going to be sick- the memory of his limp figure falling as if it was a puppet cut from it's strings.

Jack pulled a chair next to her, he sat and rested his hands on the bed, dark circles captured his eyes and his skin was green with sickness. Elsa's heart punctured her ribs as she waited for his answer. No, not Marco, not my love.

"Marco didn't make it Elsa." Jack's words hung in the air- still and dead. Elsa's head was suddenly heavier then it should have been. Her throat constricted with sobs, green emerald eyes haunted her.

The memories refused to stop haunting her, she brought her hands to her eyes but they still played over and over in her head.

"I still love you Elsa."

"Hey FrostBite."

"Don't do it Elsa..."

"I love you Elsa I can't say it enough."

"7th grade, we went swimming and my braces got caught on your neck tie? About then."

The perfect smile, the perfect words, emerald eyes, jet black hair, his laugh, blue trucks, skateboarding, Marco,

Her Marco her PERFECT Marco.

"Elsa what are you so afraid of?"

"What if her never knew Elsa? It can be our secret just you and me, I promise."

"I love you so much Elsa I would never leave you, I love you FrostBite."

A secret, a gut wrenching secret that she had chosen him as a confident, her only Marco her best friend.

Elsa whined pathetically, rolling on her side towards Jack. The pain was unbearable, greater then any cut on her arms had hurt. She felt empty, inside she felt dead, unbearably heavy with the weight that grief held, her cries were loud- hanging in the air like a disease. She clutched her chest, her stupid heart- her pathetic, useless soud was trapped and she hated it. She hated herself- she should never had told and maybe, just maybe Marco would still be alive.

It should have been me.

Elsa was shocked by a hand on her back, a presence at her side- someone sitting her upright. She looked up into oceanic blue eyes and frigid skin, she allowed herself to limply set her head against Jack's chest. Her heart becoming numb with stress.

They stayed like that for hours, Jack engulfed Elsa in humming and soothing and she stayed limp- numb and dauntless in his arms. The white walls closing in on her. She cried, she screamed, whispered and clutched Jack with the little strength she had. The sound of a banging door made her jump and she hid her face into Jack's shirt. Jack jumped as well, his arms still around her, bringing her close to him.

"Elsa Aren?" a thick voice made its way across the room and Elsa pried herself away from Jack. She tried to steady herself on the bed and looked up at two strangers. "Elsa, do you know were you are?"

Hell. Elsa shook her head.

"Your in Metro Hospital, are you aware of your circumstances?"

Broken. Elsa nodded.

"We are going to need your clothes for the investigators, alright dear?" Elsa nodded and accepted the hospital gown that was held out to her. The two woman in front of her motioned for Jack to leave. Jack hesitated, still he lingered a few feet from Elsa, she turned and gave him a hesitant, reassuring nod despite the bile rising in her throat and the headache of watching him leave.

They allowed her to keep her underwear, but her top and her jeans were sealed into tiny bags and taken away by the petite, silent girl. The remaining doctor examined Elsa, of course she saw the purpled scars on Elsa's wrists, and they both stared at them. Elsa didn't recognize the arms as her own, she stared at the ladders she had thought would help her climb out of her hole, however she found herself in a much deeper, emptier place.

"Did you do this Elsa?" The doctor's voice was trained to monotone.

"Yes." She whispered through clenched teeth. "I want to see my sister." Tears continued to roll off her face. She stared at the motionless floor, gritting her teeth as the anger took its toll. I have lost everything... Everything to him. What he took... what he took can not be replaced. She ran her fingers through her hair angrily, landing on her face were she could try to hide herself. She pulled away only to stare at the intricate bumps and dents of what once she would have thought was beautiful. That was a lifetime ago. A life she could have lived, should have lived if it weren't for a terrible thief.

.:*:.

She slipped into the hospital room quickly and flew to the metal bed, she stopped- her fragile sister, beautiful fragile soul, lay with an abundance of cords and wires exploding from her face. Elsa took another step towards her, Jack was behind her and when he stepped into the room he froze, looked and turned to punch the wall.

"Anna..." Elsa tiptoed as if not to wake her. She felt herself falling and crumbling into the chair at her bed side. Elsa covered her mouth and stared. The redhead had once been stunningly beautiful and now her skin seemed deathly as the light pounded down on it. Her eyes sealed shut, her breathing strong yet irregular and her face... That once perfectly flawless face showed the scar of a bullet rupturing her jaw.

Elsa reached for her sister's hand, touching it gently and holding it in hers. The sobs started to return but they had nowhere to go, Elsa was dehydrated, her eyes had no water left to cry and her body was past the point of exhaustion after going through multiple medical exams. Her shoulder throbbed and her head was still ablaze. But all of those elements could falter, the ache of her heart was more deafening then any injury. Jack slid into the chair next to her, burying his head in his hands, his jaw flexed and un-flexed with rage, his knees trembled.

"Who would do this?" Elsa knew the answer to Jack's question but she just looked at him with a blank expression. They stared at each other for what felt like centuries. Elsa's pain became Jack's and his rage became Elsa's too. They felt their lives merge within the horror they had been through side by side.

"Monsters."

.:*:.

For two days the grief shrouded around Elsa like a shadow, things like loud bangs, the color green or the thought of being alone was enough to send her spiraling into a panic attack or a crying fit. She refused to leave Anna's bedside or to sleep for fear that her nightmares haunting her day would become real within a sleep. Jack stayed up with her, he brought her food and yelled at the lawyers and police officers that dared to try and ask her questions. He snapped when a doctor tried to get Elsa to leave the room, exploding into a rage.

Elsa tried to pick up herself, put the pieces of the puzzle together and form a person, Jack would sit in the chair next her and when Elsa clutched to Anna's hand he would rub her back and let her cry. He got her back into a pair of clothes from her apartment and on the third day a thought snapped into Elsa's mind that was sickening.

"Miza." Elsa stared at Jack.

"What?" The tired boy looked back at her with wide eyes.

"Miza. Jack you have to go get her." elsa's breath quickened and she picked up the phone- dialing Marco's foster care mother quickly. When she picked up her voice was thick with exhaustion.

"Hello?"

"Yvette it's Elsa."

"Oh Elsa dear," The woman's voice filled with pain. Elsa swallowed her tears but her voice trembled.

"Yvette, how is Miza?" There was a moment of silence.

"She has been asking for you hourly dear." Yvette's words sent pain splintering into her senses.

"I... Yvette what do I do?"

"You know she loves you Elsa, she is a mess here she wont eat, wont drink or sleep."

"I'll send Jack to go get her."

"Yes thank you Elsa that would be best."

She was about to hang up when she heard Yvette speak again.

"Elsa," There was a long, suffocating pause as his picture flashed in her mind, black hair, green eyes, fair skin. "he was a good person." No... He was an amazing person. Elsa's eyes blurred with the water they did not have.

"Yes. He is." she did not realize until she hung up the phone her mistake in words. Was. He was. And that was enough to make her engage in a suffocating sob, the tears stung her swollen face and she couldn't get the image of perfection out of her head. Of Marco, her perfection.