A/N: Okay, so PLEASE read the A/N at the end of the chapter because it is very important. But for now, I just want to tell you guys that there was a person who read this fic, and reviewed four times. They clearly had not read GK,SQ or HoH and BoO, because they thought that Elsa and Nico were straight. They thought that Nico was going to be Elsa's souldmate, and even went to suggest Jack Frost. XD. And they freaked out when they got to the part where Elsa first saw Calypso, and said "Calypso is a woman, silly." but then freaked out when I threw in my opinion of Leo, and said "I HATE YOU" three times. I laughed at all of their reviews. If you wish to see them, I left them up to laugh at. They are guest reviews. My friend jeffgangfan and I made fun of all of the reviews together.

TRIGGER WARNING: SEXUAL ASSAULT/RAPE FLASHBACK IN THE FIRST SET OF ITALICS. ALSO, PANIC ATTACK.

Archery with Will was one of the worst things ever that day. Elsa was usually able to get it close enough without help. But this was a day where Elsa couldn't do much right, because Calypso was haunting her thoughts.

She kept completely missing the target, which was extremely unlike her. She tried to focus, but to no avail. Nico and Will suggesting tips from the side did nothing. She still couldn't think straight. She couldn't focus on anything but Calypso.

Eventually, Will just walked over to her and tried to show her that her stance was incorrect. Elsa tried to correct it on her own, she didn't get it right. So Will went around from behind and took hold of her hips, and tried to turn her body correctly in the stance.

The second he touched her without any warning or permission, Elsa felt a shock as if she had been thrown in freezing cold water, then remembered one time she had been touched like that without her permission.

The hands squeezed her hips painfully and roughly. Elsa squeezed her eyes shut, trying to be anywhere but there. The hands moved to caress places that Elsa had not consented for them to touch. Elsa felt trapped in her body. Then she felt IT again. The pain. She froze upon feeling it. Elsa just wanted him to stop. She wanted it to go away. She didn't want to be touched. She didn't want to be trapped in her own body, forced to do the bidding of this poor excuse of an immortal. Elsa wanted to cry. But she would. Not. Cry. Period. Never in front of anybody. She would not cry. She would just stand there and take it.

Her hips were grabbed again, as she was forced to stay still. Elsa was free to cover her hands with her face. She bit her lip so hard that she was sure it would bleed.

Elsa couldn't breathe. She elbowed the person behind her with a hard force, and her hips were released with a cry of pain from behind her. She shed the quiver and bow before running away; tears in her eyes. Elsa ran as fast as she could. Her legs carried her to a familiar place in the woods. She climbed on top of the rock and sad down, then curling into a fetal position. She closed her eyes tightly; shutting out the world around her. Elsa tried to breathe normally; gasping for air. She took shaky breaths. Tears ran down her cheeks and she was crying.

"Elsa?" Nico's voice said gently. He always followed her when she ran away. "Can I come closer?"

"Y-yes." Elsa managed to choke out. "It-it's o-okay t-to t-touch me… Just… J-just not… You know…"

"Okay." Nico replied; his voice still gentle and soothing. "Tell me if you want me to stop anything, okay?"

"Okay…" She whimpered. Elsa felt Nico's hand touch her shoulder. He gently stroked her arm, letting her get used to and comfortable with the contact. Eventually, he moved on to rub her back.

After a while, Elsa found the strength to sit up, hugging her knees to her chest. Nico was looking at her with concern. She opened her arms for a hug and he obliged, gently hugging her, and letting her cry into his shoulder. His hands gently stroked her back and hair. Nico knew what Elsa found comforting in these situations, because this had happened before. Triggers were few and far in between for Elsa, but sometimes, the slightest bit of unsolicited male physical contact was a trigger, or an unkind phrase. Nico knew that these things had been used to torture Elsa.

She had been verbally, physically, emotionally, and sexually abused. Triggers were no joke.

Rape jokes were few and far in between, but when one came up, it forced Elsa back into her memories, and she broke down.

Nico had to help Elsa pick up the pieces once the damage was done after a dream or trigger. He helped her put it back together and appear unbroken.

The words, 'Is it okay if I touch you? I'm just going to_.' were the best thing that Elsa could ever hear. It gave her time to mentally prepare herself to be touched. Or she could deny them permission, and usually they would respect that.

Will didn't know. Almost nobody knew. They didn't understand how their actions or words were a trigger. It wasn't really their fault. But still… Nico wished that people understood that not everybody was totally okay. That some people had inner demons that were awoken from something as simple as touching them without permission—even in the most innocent way—or a joke. Nico also hated being touched without permission. Elsa was the exception here. She needed him, and he needed her. They were closer than even Nico and Hazel.

Nico and Elsa just sat next to each other. Elsa still had her arms wrapped around her legs; her chin resting on her knees. She was rocking back and forth. Nico had an arm over her shoulders, reminding her that he was still there to anchor her down if she felt like she was getting lost.

Elsa was actually thinking about how Nico had comforted her in the past. It was an easy transition; moving her thoughts from a traumatic event to the way Nico would comfort her. She closed her eyes and dipped her mind into one of the countless memories of waking Nico up in the middle of the night after a nightmare.

Elsa was clad in her bathrobe covering her nightgown, and slippers covering her bare feet. She sprinted across the ground. It was still dark outside, and the only noises to be heard weren't made by people. She reached the door of the Hades cabin and began to knock furiously on the door. Tears streaked her cheeks, and her lips trembled. One hand held her bathrobe shut while the other knocked on the door. She held back her sobs, trying not to wake anyone but Nico up. She couldn't handle it if anyone but him saw her like this.

Of course, Chiron had seen her cry exactly once, but that was when she returned to Camp Half-Blood, and they were telling him the full truth. But from then on, Elsa hid her tears from everybody but Nico. She avoided running into Chiron during nights like these; when she had nightmares and woke up needing to seek comfort from Nico.

When the aforementioned person opened the door to his cabin, he enveloped Elsa into a one armed embrace the second he saw that she was crying. He drew her inside of the cabin, shutting the door, and sealing them inside of it. He wrapped his other arm around her once it was free. Elsa let her sobs out into his shoulder; letting it all out.

Once Elsa had finished, she sat on Nico's bed. He sat next to her, keeping an arm around her. She brushed away stray tears that still trickled down her cheeks.

"What was it this time?" He asked gently.

"It-it wasn't a flashback." She murmured in a monotone, sniffing, and looking down at her lap. "It… it was… My-my father… And my m-mother. N-not my mother who raised me, but… you know." Nico nodded.

"Yeah, go on." Nico answered gently.

"They… They were in the penthouse with me… and… Anna was there… She was backed away from me… Looking at me with… With disgust. My… My m-mother… She-she… Remember how I'd tell you that she'd ridicule me for my accent, and that's why it's faded so much? Well, I was trying to tell Anna to run, and that I-I didn't want her t-to be h-hurt. I was t-trying to s-save her… And my f-father… He-he… He kept t-telling me how much of a horrible daughter I was, and that I-I deserved every horrible thing that happened to me. I-I was crying… Both he and my-my mother were screaming insults at me… They were… They were hurting me. I-I just wanted Anna to be safe… I wanted her to run. I screamed and yelled at her, telling her to run and save herself, but she… She just stood there, looking at me with… Disgust… And… She… She turned around in the end… And told them… She told them to give me… Everything I deserved." Elsa's shoulders shook.

"Hey, Elsa, it's okay." Nico soothed. "That didn't happen. It wasn't real. You're here, now. Khione's dead. You killed her, remember?" Elsa nodded, biting her lip. Nico rubbed her shoulder, and she leaned her head on his.

"I was devastated… That my own sister… That Anna… Would be in charge of those horrible… Abusive… Sadistic… People." Elsa's voice sounded hollow. "I was devastated that she… That Anna… My little sister… Would tell them to hurt me. Anna would never do that."

"It was just a dream." Nico assured her. "A nightmare. It wasn't real."

"Yeah. That's all it was… A nightmare." Elsa echoed.

Elsa inhaled deeply, and then exhaled.

"Are you feeling better?" Nico asked softly.

"Yeah." Elsa whispered. "I'm okay."

A/N: This chapter is important because it shows that Elsa, after everything she's gone through, is not 'better' or 'cured' even a year and a half later. But that's not what I wanted to talk about.

What I wanted to talk about is the fact that you all care so little about Roses and Snowdrops. Now, before you go "I care!11!", let me just point out... No you don't. You didn't fucking review. You didn't fucking give any feedback when I asked for it. Giving reasons why there shouldn't be any sex in this fic is not giving feedback. And guess what?! There will be no sex, because I have so few fucks to give about this fic now. I do sort of care, and will finish it, but it's not going to be finished the way I wanted to. I wanted to write it to the fullest. But that's not going to happen. After a certain point, there will only be basically oneshots as epilogues and such.

NONE of you seem to care about this fic. If you actually cared, you would be giving feedback. TBH, when you don't give actual feedback, it feels like I'm talking to an empty room. When I was writing GK,SQ it wasn't like this nearly to this extent. My logic is, if you can follow and favorite, you can also review. Now, look at what you've done. I've stopped caring about this trilogy as much as I used to. After I finish this fic, I'm probably just going to take a break from this account for a bit. I plan on not writing for PJO outside of an update to Pages every once in a blue moon. So yeah... I'm never again, on this fic, going to tell you guys that I love you all because you clearly don't care about me and my fic, so why should I care about you outside of the trigger warning?

Anyway, that's just something I wanted to tell you.

PS: Long A/Ns like this are probably going to stop. You'll probably like that though.