My POV

The moment I start regaining consciousness, I immediately notice several things.

First off, everything starts out as a cold, dark, "nothingness"...as if I just returned from the depths of nonexistence. It's a slow return, as I slowly start existing again, gradually becoming slightly more aware than I was the second before. It's a very odd feeling I can assure you, which only added to my confusion as soon as I had completely regained consciousness—which took a while in of itself, I can assure you.

I feel very tired...and yet I feel as if I wouldn't be able to fall back asleep if I tried. I don't even try to open my eyes yet, merely feeling myself in this moment in time, simply existing, letting my mind focus on my body. Reason being, is I just...I feel, weird, for lack of a better word.

First off, I feel very, very sore. My shoulder aches, a few spots along my back are tender and protest under my weight, and my head...my god it hurts... I mean, it doesn't hurt, like a headache or any kind of pain, but rather there's an odd sensation there, like a tiny pressure, and an odd ache, as if remnants of a really severe pain, or something... God I don't even know how to explain it, it's just weird.

That's when I notice my chest, my stomach, my entire torso and parts of my limbs, and the way they suddenly feel different. There's a pain there, but it's a weird pain... My still foggy mind tries so hard to recall what could have happened...but right now I can't think of anything. I let my mind feel the bandages wrapped around me, where they are and how they're wrapped, and the pile of blankets on me. It's only then that I finally realize, despite not having moved at all, that I'm completely naked under these blankets. Well, the bandages have me covered from what I can tell, the way they're wrapped around me, but still though... Guess I won't be getting up or going anywhere until I can get some clothes...

I finally start to crack open my eyes, and gaze blearily at whatever is currently in my line of sight. It takes a few seconds, but my blurry vision starts to clear, and finally allows me to make out my surroundings with proper clarity. It's quite dark, obviously nighttime, but my room is lit with lamps and candles, and the flickering light of a warm fireplace. My neck is sore and very stiff, but begrudgingly it allows me to move my head to look around, and get a better look at wherever I currently am. It only takes a few moments for me to realize I'm in a room in Arendelle's castle, though it's very different from Elsa's room—...

ELSA!

I realize with a start that she isn't here, and immediately I'm more alert than I was before, wide awake, and flooded with emotions. It's then that the memories race back to me, slamming into my gut with as much power as the very attack that knocked me out to begin with.

The battle on the fjord...how long was I out for? Was Elsa hurt? She wasn't, was she?! Oh god, what if...what if she was hurt, o-or captured after I was knocked out?!

I start panicking, but remember that Elsa and I had already defeated the small army that swarmed us, so she couldn't have been taken... I sigh internally as I close my eyes, feeling very relieved as I realize this fact. Elsa's a lot stronger than she looks, and based on how well we did, and how well she did before she even met me, I know she's fine.

So then...where is she?

I now start feeling sad...sad that she's not here... I worry that she might be badly injured, but somehow, deep down, I know that she's ok. Somehow, I just know... So why isn't she here...with me? Based on what I remember, I know I sustained some injuries, and knowing Elsa, she'd be right by my side. So...why isn't she? Perhaps she's just taking a short break, I tell myself, or just off to get food? I hope that's the case...'cause I really want her to be here right now... I don't know why, but I just...I feel so alone, so scared, so needing of her presence and warm touch right now. It's like I'm a child who needs their mother. Heh, it's pathetic really...

I can't help but opening my eyes again as the panic grips me hard, and start freaking out over Elsa's absence. God what is wrong with me?! Why am I freaking out so badly?! I honestly have no idea, but it doesn't stop it from happening. I want Elsa here, I need her here, if for no other reason than to calm this panic I'm in over her not being here. It makes no sense to me! But yet I'm freaking out, panicking, ready to start hyperventilating, just because I'm alone in this room, without Elsa. Ugh, what is wrong with me?

I force myself to lay my head back down, closing my eyes and trying to calm my breathing. Why am I feeling so lost, and in such a panic, over Elsa's absence? I swear, anyone else might mistake this for something it's not...but I can't help how much I love and care for Elsa. She's my best friend already, and my sister that's unrelated, and someone that I really treasure and greatly care for. I just...I don't understand this sudden panic of mine, but perhaps it's because of the battle on the fjord. I mean, Elsa kept being targeted, and I kept protecting her. And we've been through a lot already. To be honest...we've never really left each other's side for any length of time since arriving in Arendelle, so perhaps that coupled with the fight has laid some trauma on my mind and emotions, on top of me having just woken up. Uuugh...I dunno what it is, but this panic isn't leaving, and I really just want to scream.

I'm about ready to just take my chances and find Elsa myself, testing the limits of my damaged body, when I feel a new presence in the room that wasn't there a second ago. I can tell that it's not Elsa, and am confused as I notice a shuffling sound coming from its direction. I open my eyes and lift my head, just the teensiest bit, to stare at the figure on the other side of the room. It takes a second for the gears to work in my head, but I soon recognize the form of the servant from behind, though I'm confused as to why she's here, and what she's doing. I don't know the answer to those questions, but all I do know, is that she might know where Elsa is, and right now, that's who I really need.

My throat suddenly feels very dry; quite parched actually. I fear as if my voice might fail me, as if it might crack or not even come out, or that I'll start hyperventilating again. But I try anyways, and thankfully, I'm able to squeeze out a single word, just loud enough to be heard.

"G-Gerda...?"

The service matron gasps loudly, immediately dropping an entire armful of folded clothes as she spins around, staring at me with large, doe eyes. My voice was that of someone who just had woken up in a panic, which is fitting since I did. But it also showed me that I'm even more in a panic over Elsa's absence than I even realized.

Gerda and I just stare at each other, gazes locked, hers shocked and confused, and mine increasingly lonely and scared. "Gerda, please, where is Elsa...? I need her...! Please...! I can't explain it but I just really need her...! Please, Gerda...!" I can feel the panic rearing its ugly head, my eyes threatening to shed tears, as they beg the service matron for help.

Gerda listens to my words, watches me freak out, and doesn't seem to do anything at first, frozen in stunned silence. It's as if she's staring at the ghosts of the late king and queen, Elsa and Anna's parents. She suddenly starts making an odd twitching motion with her hand, as if searching for something to grab onto, while trying to inch her way towards the direction of the door, her eyes never leaving mine. She finally manages to regain her normal body function, and her voice, as she screams out a single, frantic word.

"M-MAJESTYYY!"

I have no chance to say or do more, as Gerda flees from my room, out into the hallway, stopping as she gazes down the corridor. I don't have much time to ponder, immediately getting my answer when I hear her next words...

"Majesty...! Sh-she's awake...!"

My heart stops for a split second, before beating rapidly in anxiousness. I hear the rapid succession of footsteps, and pray that when she emerges in the doorway, that she'll be uninjured, and that my dam of emotions doesn't break...

Elsa's POV

I've waited for two days...two long days...to hear those words...and now that I'm hearing them, I almost don't want to believe that it's true, because I'm so scared...scared of what I'll find...scared to see if anything's wrong with Kendra's mind...scared that she may not even remember me... But, I'm also very, very happy... All I've wanted was for Kendra to wake up, to be ok, and now she is awake. But I'm still apprehensive...and worried that I may be getting my hopes up for nothing. But...the happiness drowns it out, the relief swelling up to match it in size, drowning that worry and fear with pure, unadulterated joy.

I try to find my voice, to say something to Gerda, but my body refuses to let my vocal chords work, instead signaling for my legs to move, and move fast, towards the door, the door that leads to Kendra's room, and to Kendra herself...

I run fast, despite the short distance, and when I reach that door, I stop as I look inside, and catch her frightened gaze. Time stops in that moment, as my eyes lock onto hers, blue locked onto dark green, and in that moment, I find myself unsure of what I should say, what I should even do, other than stay rooted to this spot. But I can see the immense fear and panic in her eyes, and my heart immediately aches in response, and I want nothing more, than to just take her in my arms, and chase all of her fears away.

My POV

There she is, standing right there in the doorway. The person I wanted so badly to see, whom for whatever reason, I suddenly felt so lost without. The need is so strong, that I don't even use my head, as I finally try to sit up from the bed. Immediately though, from the first movement, I cry out in agony, as my injuries alight with renewed pain. I didn't realize just how badly my injuries were, but I barely even moved before feeling the torture of such ravaged wounds! It's like a million tiny knives are constantly grazing my skin, another million needles stabbing deep into my flesh and bones, while glass swims through my veins.

Elsa takes a panicked few steps into the room, not wanting me to hurt myself or reopen my healing wounds. "Whoa Kendra, just take it easy! You're injured, just relax; don't move." Her hands are up as if to calm me with her words, but I pay them no mind, immediately gritting out my response as I try to force myself up again through the debilitating pain.

"I-I don't care...! I just, I need you right now!" The fresh tears brim in my eyes, both from the pain, and from my lingering panic. "I-I woke up, and you weren't here, and I was so scared, so lonely...! I-I-I didn't know what to do, what to think, I just—...!" My voices catches, and Elsa feels her heart sinking as she mentally berates herself for not being here when I woke up, when I needed her most.

Of course...the one time I had to leave her side...is the moment when she awakens... Blast it all...! She feels tears in her own eyes as she momentarily relives her earlier hell, watching me sleep for two days, with such extensive injuries, and worrying endlessly over my wellbeing. And now that I'm finally awake, relief floods her, though it's coupled with regret and sorrow over not being here with me when I did wake up. But listening to my heart-wrenching words, seeing me still freaking out, she no longer cares about my injuries hindering her, determined more than ever to comfort me, and be there for me like she should be.

Elsa closes the gap between her and my bedside, and despite me still struggling, and failing, to sit up on my own, she takes me into her slender arms, helping me to sit up without exhausting my injuries further. The blankets fall from my upper body as it becomes vertical, and despite being heavily bandaged, the removal of that warmth is felt immediately, but completely ignored. The whole time, I grit my teeth through the pain, as my damaged body is forced to move after two days of immobility, but with Elsa helping, it's much less painful, especially since my injured shoulder didn't have to exert itself by trying to lift my weight.

Once I'm up, Elsa gently holds my shoulders to make sure I'm stabilized, worried eyes giving my bandaged upper body a quick once-over. "Are you ok...?"

I take a breath, and give her a nod, "Yeah, I'm ok now...thanks to you..."

Elsa nods, swallowing thickly as she looks me over once again, her face gradually changing from her initial look of worry, to immense relief mixed with sorrow, and I watch it all happen in a matter of moments, as her eyes brim with unshed tears. She tucks some of my hair behind my ears, still unable to believe that this is real, that I'm finally awake, and so far seem to have my mind completely intact.

We hold each other's gazes for what feels like an eternity, and as that first tear falls from her face, it becomes an unspoken agreement between the two of us, as we both immediately throw our arms tightly around the other, burying our faces into the other's hair and shoulder, and clinging on for dear life.

No more are my injuries, no more is the service matron out in the hall, and no more is the enemy, or this battle, or even the castle itself. In this moment, it's just me and Elsa, softly crying together, overwhelmed with relief to finally see the other again, and permanently stuck together, never to be removed from the other's arms until we see fit, which might not be for a long, long time.

I feel my injuries protesting, my chest and shoulders and top third of my upper arms screaming with pain, but I don't care. I don't care one bit. My entire body could be screaming with this pain multiplied, alight with the liquid acid-fire of that one attack, and it still wouldn't tear me from Elsa's grasp, or tear her from mine. Nothing can separate us right now. Not after what we've just went through.

Elsa speaks first, cries soft around her strained voice. "Oh Kendra...! I missed you so much...! I was so worried, so scared, that you weren't going to wake up...! You were so badly injured and—...!" Her voice catches with a strangled sob, soft and restrained as she tries to hold it together, gently squeezing me more. "I'm just...so happy...that you're okay...!"

I hug her tighter as well, my voice nearly matching hers when I try to respond to her words. "I'm just glad that you're okay too...! I remembered the fight on the fjord, and panicked that you might've been hurt more after I passed out..." I try for a chuckle through my tears, though it's a sad attempt at a laugh. "You should've seen me, I was freaking out so bad internally when I woke up, and you weren't here." I manage a better attempt at a snicker. "And Gerda, when I saw her, I knew she could get you for me, but I sure scared her good." Elsa chuckles with me, knowing too well how the service matron can be sometimes. "I swear, she looked like she'd seen a ghost or something, as if it was really hard to believe I was awake." My confusion piques at this point. Elsa thought I wasn't going to wake up, Gerda was really shocked that I was awake, and I even feel like I've been out for a while... Just how long was I out for? I've wondered this nonstop, so now it's time to find out. "Elsa...how long was I unconscious for?"

Despite not wanting to, Elsa forces herself to pull back from the hug, just enough so she can look me directly in my eyes. We don't remove our arms from the other though, still needing the other's touch as affirmation that this is indeed reality, that the other is truly here, right in front of our eyes. She feels that lump in her throat return, the one that's been leeching off of her emotions ever since I hit the ice, and tries to take a calming breath before answering my question. "You...you've been unconscious...for two days, Kendra..."

My eyes bulge as my jaw drops, stammering out my shout with a repressed squeal. "T-Two days?!" A renewed panic fills me up as a new fear haunts me. "H-have the Aesir tried to attack while I was out?! What's happened in that time?! Oh god, Arendelle could've been in trouble and I would've been helpless to stop it!"

Elsa immediately shushes my panicked ramblings by pressing a cold finger to my lips. "Shhhh shh... It's ok, it's ok... Nothing happened, just relax..." My eyes glisten with frightened tears, my mouth unmoving as my terrified ravings were halted, but the fight is still warring in my mind and on my face. Elsa lets her finger linger on my trembling lips for a moment more for extra assurance, before gently sliding her hand to cup my face, and gently strokes my cheek and jawline, her cool palm rubbing soothing comfort deep into my skin. "It's ok... Take a deep breath... Just calm down... Absolutely nothing has happened since the attack two days ago, I promise..."

That kind, caring, warm gaze, coming from that pair of cerulean orbs, coupled with a gentle touch of such soft, loving hands, despite their cool touch, mixes with those honest words of comfort. My mouth, still open slightly ajar, seals shut as I swallow a lump of my own. I barely twitch my head with a nod, the moisture in my eyes drying up before they can hang from my eyelashes, a single tear managing to drip straight onto the blankets gathered across my lap.

Why is it...that despite me being two years older than Elsa...that she's always been the big sister, from day one? Not that I mind; I've always wanted a big sister. But even despite her 13 years of isolation, she just keeps proving that she was born to be a big sister, having been crafted from that very mold. And all during our two weeks of friendship, she's been my "big sister". Not a really-wise-and-mature younger sister, who acts more like a big sister than a younger sister. Not just a sister in general. But an actual big sister. Age doesn't matter in our "sibling" relationship. She is the big sister, and I am the little sister. Not that I care; I like it this way.

I lift my hand to my face, laying it over Elsa's as I close my eyes and lean into her touch, further comforted from my earlier near-panic attack. "Elsa...why are you such a wonderful person...? Such an amazing sister...?" I feel her hand tense up against my cheek, my eyes flying open as I lock them onto hers before she can speak. "Don't go there, Elsa; you are an awesome sister. As I've said before, you did what you felt was right, and I wouldn't change you a bit. You're the perfect sister figure in my eyes, and I couldn't be prouder to call you one of my best friends and my unbiological sister."

Slightly taken aback for a moment, because I somehow knew that she was thinking about the events from the movie regarding her and Anna, she opens her mouth fractionally as if to speak, hesitates, closes her mouth while thinking, then smiles with a brief shutting of her eyes. Her hand relaxes again, her fingers shifting slightly to lie comfortably in between mine, and when she opens her eyes again, she leans her forehead against mine. "You're wrong... You're the perfect sister figure in my eyes." This time, it's Elsa who 'reads my mind' and speaks before I can, halting my inner question of What about Anna? "And you're just like Anna, which is why I can say that without neglecting her." She leans back to give me a smirk as I roll my eyes, eliciting a string of joyful snickers from me.

She pulls her hand from my face, and since mine was still laying on top of hers, it goes with it, our fingers still alternating with each other. She somehow manages to grasp my fingers, curling them into her palm in a backwards grip of intertwined hands. "I'm so blessed, to have Anna as my blood sister...and now that I've met you, I'm learning more and more just how blessed of a person I really am... I have not one, but two wonderful sisters...and I couldn't be prouder of them both."

Elsa's heart swells with the pride of her words, the smile on her face hardly contained, and I blush so hard with my shyness and modesty, I can actually feel the heat emanating from my face. When my ears start burning, all I can do is gently tighten my grip on Elsa's hand, softly chuckling as I find myself unable to meet her gaze. "Elsa, the truly blessed person here is me... Just being able to meet you, was a huge honor, privilege, and blessing... Being able to become friends with you, even more so. But to actually claim you as a sister? To be this close of a friend with you? I...I-I'm seriously just, tripping on how blessed I am." The giggles escape my lips before I can catch them, stealing some from Elsa as she fails to contain her own.

"Perhaps we should just accept that we're both very blessed." She chuckles as I let my head drop limp, before I lift it again to laugh with her.

"Yeah you do have a point. I mean, why are we even competing for it anyways? I mean, I don't think we really are, I mean, it just, it could've seemed like it, I dunno." I laugh at myself in embarrassment, blushing as I lift my free hand to vigorously rub the underside of my nose with my forefinger. Though I've yet to actually notice it or realize it to be the case, rubbing my nose is one of my main nervous traits, and this entire little display from me just proves how much like Anna I am.

Elsa picks up on it all, smiling warmly as she removes her other hand from my arm, placing it alongside the back of my head to tilt it closer to hers. She places a tender kiss on my forehead, the cool touch crisp on my blush-warm skin. "You truly are Anna's twin."

I snicker, my grin slowly growing like that of a giddy fool. "Wonder how she'll take that."

"Oh I'm sure she'll love it~," Elsa replies with a wink, eliciting yet another giggle from me. She grasps my other hand with her remaining one, and then sets both pairs of held hands in between us, resting on the bundle of covers piled on my lap. We just sit in a renewed silence, simply feeling the warm atmosphere as we revel in the other's presence, comforted by their warm touch, breathing in deeply together, then releasing our held breaths simultaneously, all stress completely gone.

As we sit there, I find myself slowly blushing again, and have to avert my eyes with a nervous chuckle. "Y-y'know Elsa...even though you and I know better...heck I dunno why I'm even thinking about this, but...i-if we were back in my world...this could easily be misinterpreted as something it's not."

Elsa tilts her head with confusion, before realization dawns on her. "You mean...someone could think that we're..."

"...romantically interested in each other, yeah." I blush a deeper red as I finish her abandoned sentence, nodding as affirmation.

Remembering how Olaf kept questioning if we were each other's true love, Elsa can only sigh and shake her head, allowing a single chuckle to escape her lips. "Well, as you said, we know better, and that's really all that matters right?"

Still blushing a little that I dared to even speak such words, I nod back at her. "Yeah." Back at home, this might be an issue, people misjudging our relationship, and thinking things that they shouldn't. But here in Arendelle, this is the norm between family members, and I am content with the knowledge that Elsa and I both know the truth of the matter, and don't have to worry about anyone questioning our orientation, or relationship with each other, and can be free to be ourselves, without worrying about anyone's judgmental stares or misguided opinions. I can't help but smirk at my crazy self, before reaffirming the truth for what it truly is. "Sisters?"

Returning my smile, Elsa meets me halfway, as we lean our foreheads against each other again, confirming what our real relationship status truly is, with a single, simple word. "Sisters."