A/N: I'M ALIVE! First off, sorry. I was on vacation down south from June 10th to July 10th, and the past week has been spent cleaning and painting a new house we're about to move into and I've just been kinda go go go as of late. Whenever I got a moment to sit down and work on this chapter, I just ended up getting frustrated because I couldn't really put thoughts into words. But, obviously, I got over it lol.

This chapter is similar to chapter 18. Just a little glimpse of whats to come.

The last bit of the story might be split into two chapters depending on how long it is. This story will have an epilogue, making the total chapter count a nice and even 30. Or maybe 29.

Also, there's new cover art! It's now relevant and not a major spoil like it would have been if I changed it a few chapters back. It was drawn up by the same person who drew the last one and I love it. (Thanks, Sally! :3)

Yeah. Anyway. Constructive criticism is always welcomed.

Enjoy!

"Anna dear, these really are the best biscuits I've had in quite some time."

Anna's cocky grin quickly faded as she cocked an eyebrow. "Biscuits?" She asked, closing the oven door and wiping her hands on the back of her jeans. "I told you I made cookies." She commented as she started picking up the still warm baked goods off of the tray and placing them into a small bowl nearby, making sure to lick the chocolate off of her fingers between every one. Hearing Jane chuckle behind her, she placed the last cookie into the bowl and turned around to greet the grinning brunette, covering her mouth as she continued to chew.

With a nod, Jane swallowed her bite and picked up another off of the napkin in front of her. "In America, yes, you baked cookies. Here in London, you baked biscuits." She tried to clarify, taking a bite of the treat in her hands as Anna rolled her eyes with a small grin.

"Then what do you call actual biscuits?" She innocently asked, turning back around to place the tray into the nearby adjacent sink.

"No, these are actual biscuits." Jane joked, waving half a cookie in the air before taking another bite. "What you would call a biscuit in America, we call either scones or crumpets depending on the type."

Anna giggled and covered her mouth to try and stifle it from becoming a full out, boisterous laugh. "Say that word again for me?" She asked, muffled.

"Which one?"

"The one that started with a C?"

"Crumpet?"

Her hands proved useless to stop the laugh that escaped from her as she snorted, causing her to laugh even harder as she braced against the counter. Tears began to well up in the corners of her eyes as she heard Jane groan behind her.

"You having yourself a jolly little giggle over there, dear?" She commented in an unamused tone, bunching up the napkin in her hand as she stood from the table and brushed her hair behind her ear.

After Anna regained control of her composure, she wiped the corner of her eyes and turned to face the woman staring at her with a blank expression. "Yes, I was having myself a 'jolly little giggle'." Anna repeated, doing her own impression of Jane's accent.

Rolling her eyes, Jane let out a small chuckle. "Remind me to take a few of those to class tomorrow. I'm sure Belle and Cindy would love to try them." She commented, nodding toward the bowl of cookies at Anna's side.

"Go ahead; tell me what they think of them. But do you mind telling me the difference between a crumpet and a scone?" Anna asked, nudging the bowl toward Jane as she took hold of another cookie.

"I'll do you one better, if you're willing to head out and buy more flour, I'll show you." Jane replied between bites of her cookie. "I'll pay to make up for you letting me steal a few of your treats." She finished, reaching into her back pocket and counted out a few notes before handing them off to Anna, who took them with a curt nod.

Rubbing the notes in her hands, she gazed toward the bowl of cookies and back toward the brunette before offering the money back to her. "They're for everyone, Jane. You don't need to pay me for them." There was no conceivable reason Anna could come up with for her to keep it. Between Jane and her father letting her stay with them for her trip, and all of the food they've already provided for her, she'd feel guilty taking it. Although she hadn't been in London for very long, Jane absolutely refused to let her pay for anything and it started to weigh in the back of her mind. But as she looked over toward the brunette with the blank expression, Anna knew there was no real use in arguing with her.

Jane waved her off and pushed Anna's hand back. "Nonsense, we need more flour anyway. Take it and go." She reassured with a smile, placing her hand on Anna's back as she guided her toward the front door. "And remember your rain boots; it's been drizzling all day."

"It's London-" Anna started with a small chuckle. "I don't think it's stopped raining since I've been here."

In all honesty, Anna absolutely loved the city of London but she couldn't exactly put her finger on why. Perhaps it was the hustle and bustle of a large city, cars filled the streets and people the sidewalks, so there was almost always something to look at rather there was a man playing his guitar on the corner of a street or a food vendor trying to grab the attention of anyone passing by. As the sun had just started to set behind the thin veil of clouds in the distance, many shops were starting to close up. But this also meant that a plethora of different restaurants and nighttime clubs would just be opening up. The nightlife was something Anna wasn't necessarily interested in or experienced much, but there was something she absolutely adored about seeing the streets light up. Often times, it was just too much for her to keep track of. But as she continued to walk along the dimming streets, a warm sensation running down her chest shook her from her daze as she stopped dead in her tracks. Feeling someone bump into her from behind, she quickly apologized before ducking behind a nearby light post.

Dipping her hand into the collar of her shirt and rubbing the tips of her fingers along her chest, she pulled her hand out and her heart immediately quickened in pace as she inspected the red liquid on her fingers. She tried her best to control her heavy breathing and rubbed her thumb against her hand, causing it to smear across her palm. Feeling absolutely no pain, she had no reason to believe that it was blood. But as she stared at the deep crimson streak across her palm and fingers, she could do nothing but worry. She gingerly dipped her hand back into the collar of her shirt, and swallowed when she pulled her hand back out, the tips of her fingers stained as it dripped down the back of her hand. Her mind shifted to the small crystal around her neck, and scrambled to pull it out of her shirt. It didn't take her long to find out that the liquid was seeping through a small crack on one of its sides.

Wiping her thumb against the crack in an attempt to clean it, her heart sunk when only more of the liquid would bubble up before dripping into her hand. She tried again and again, but regardless of how hard she tried to get it to stop, it wouldn't. Feeling tears begin to well up in the corners of her eyes, she frantically held it up to her chest and tried to get it to glow. But it wouldn't. As the tears started to cloud her vision, she blinked, causing a stream to fall down the side of her face. She tried again, holding it up to her chest, only to have her heart sink further when nothing happened. Trying to reason with herself, she tried to convince herself that this was normal. That not even Elsa knows exactly how her powers work, and that maybe the little crystals didn't last very long. Maybe Elsa could just make new ones, or maybe somehow fix these ones. Or what if it's something different? Sometimes, Elsa's emotional state can aff-

When the realization hit her, her eyes widened and her stomach started to twist into knots. Her heart began to slam into her ribcage as her mind was clear, save for the one she loved and her well-being. She had one goal: get back, call Elsa. Wiping the corners of her eyes with the backs of her wrists, she ripped the small crystal off of her neck and held it tightly in her hand as she twirled around and began a dash back toward her temporary home.

Please be okay.