Elsa sat in a chair pulled up next to Anna's hospital bed, the even beeping of her heart monitor and the heat kicking on being the only sound in the sea of silence. Anna had gotten so upset about all of the excitement that her nurse had to sedate her before she fell into a panic attack. Then there was that of her IV that was tugged out in her struggle with Hans. Elsa cringed at the memory of the tiny needle being ripped from Anna's pale skin, a splash of red trickling down her thin fingers as Kristoff rushed to pull Hans away.

Elsa tore her gaze away from her baby sister to look over at the weary pile of muscle propped up in the corner. His right leg was crossed over his left knee, his arms crossed over his chest, and head leaning against the wall. Sound asleep. He looked so uncomfortable, yet peaceful at the same time. She thought of the many sacrifices he had made within the last six months, just to be near Anna, just in case she were to wake up. When Hans had given up on her in the first couple of weeks, Kristoff had remained by both girls' sides. He loved Anna, fiercely. There was no way Elsa could doubt that for a second.

"Elsa…"

The blonde turned sharply at the sound of her whispered name. She could see the blue between the heavy lids of the redhead, covered up in bed. Elsa smiled and scooted closer, taking Anna's hand in hers. "Hey there, Sleeping Beauty," she returned the whisper so as not to disturb Kristoff. He'd be mad later since she didn't wake him up when Anna did, but seriously, the guy needed to sleep. "I'm so sorry about earlier, darling. There are… quite a few things I should discuss with you before you see anyone else…"

"I don't understand what happened, Elsa… I was scared!" she whimpered.

"Shh, Anna, it's alright. It's just Kristoff and me now." She hesitated a bit before going on. It was now or never, and Elsa didn't see the point in prolonging the news before Hans decided to bust up into her room again. "Anna… the day you had your accident, you were only a week away from getting married." She watched as Anna's wide, blue hues fluttered to the shaggy, sleeping blonde in the corner of the room. The way he looked at her earlier that day… he had to be her fiancé, right? Elsa shook her head with a sad smile. "No, I'm afraid not," she said, answering Anna's silent question.

Anna's heart sunk. "You mean… that man that-that attacked me is the man I was supposed to marry?!" She sunk back into her pillows to let that process for a moment. The man hadn't even looked the slightest bit familiar to her. She looked back up at her sister. "Did… did I love him?"

Elsa opened her mouth to respond, but realized she wasn't sure what to say. "I don't honestly know, Anna."

Tears welled up in Anna's eyes. "I'm sorry…" she suddenly confessed, placing her hands over her eyes.

"Oh, no, Anna," Elsa cooed as she slipped underneath the hanging of her breathing tube to sit beside Anna on the bed. "No, no, no… You have absolutely nothing to be sorry for! None of this is your fault." She pulled Anna into her arms and held her gently. "There will be no pressure for you to do anything you aren't comfortable with. If you feel like you'd like to start over with Hans, get to know him again, that is your choice. But know that you do not have to." She glanced over at Kristoff again. "Starting over completely is okay, too. Kristoff and I will be by your side, no matter what."

"I… I don't know that I want to get to know Hans…" she mumbled into her sister's shoulder before raising her head. She looked over at Kristoff with watery eyes. "I want to remember him…" she whispered.

Elsa would have jumped up with a whoop! if she didn't have Anna, hooked up to numerous machines, in her arms. "That is perfectly fine, Anna. I think that would be a wonderful idea. He's your best friend. We both are." The two sisters jumped suddenly at what sounded like a bear coming out of hibernation. They looked over to see Kristoff stretching his arms before those honey hues fluttered open.

He smiled when he realized the two were looking at him, rather amused. "Can't help but feel a little jealous that I wasn't invited to the slumber party over there," he teased, his voice still gruff with sleep. It spread warmth through Anna's veins. He got up and walked over to her other bedside, running a hand through his sleep-mussed hair. He grinned down at her. "Hey there, Feisty Pants. I was almost afraid you had slipped away from us again."

Anna wrinkled her nose. That impossibly cute, freckled nose, he thought. "Feisty Pants?" she asked with an amused grin.

Kristoff laughed. "You'll remember in time," he mused, unthinkingly reaching over to tuck a stray hair behind her ear. Elsa felt a small shudder move through Anna's body, and she grinned from ear to ear, noticing also the sudden color in Anna's cheeks. "Uh…" He pulled his hand away, turning rather pink as well. "I… think I'm going to walk down to the caff… get some dinner. Would you girls like anything?"

Anna sat up straight in her bed, eyes wide with want, a growl ripping through her stomach. "Chocolate!"