The visit

Lying in bed for several hours had proved to be useless for Elsa. It didn't matter how tired she felt, her mind wouldn't let her rest. She had tossed and turned for hours, hoping to finally get some sleep, but her mind kept going back to her conversation with Anna. It kept going back to the document she had found and what it meant for her.

She had gone to bed shortly after Anna had left. But she had barely slept for an hour or two before another nightmare woke her up. And after that, falling back asleep had proved to be impossible.

Talking about her past to Anna had opened up scars that weren't completely healed. Her days inside the clinic had been the worst of her life, and talking about them always triggered the worst memories. Memories that took days or weeks to fade once again.

In the past, every time those memories had come back to haunt her, she had calmed her restless mind with the idea that those days were over. They were part of a troubled past that she was little by little leaving behind. But this time, however, she couldn't find that silver lining.

Telling the world what Weselton had done put her on the spotlight, and being in the public eye could backfire. Kai's petition meant she was going to be forced to talk about her past in front of people. She was going to be asked question and possibly requested to give more details than the ones she had given Kristoff and Anna. And she knew for a fact she wasn't ready to do something like that. She knew there was no way she could face a courtroom full of people and talk about her past without her powers manifesting, or what was worse, they acting on their own and hurting people around her.

In short, she couldn't put her mind at ease if there existed a slim possibility of people finding out about her powers and locking her up once again.

She sighed and turned for the umpteenth time and faced the ceiling once again. Eighty-four wooden planks. Eighty-four wooden planks and nine beams. She didn't even need to count the wooden planks in her ceiling. It had been the only activity that had helped her keep her mind distracted, but it was no longer working.

Tired of lying in bed and fighting against her own mind, Elsa got up and went to the kitchen to find something to drink. She needed her mind to stop over-thinking things for just a moment, and she guessed that moving could actually help with that.

The idea of drinking a beer was tempting, but she thought better of it. She found it hard to stop at just one whenever she was feeling anxious and the last thing she needed was to wake up the following day with a hangover. Opting for a glass of milk instead, she opened the fridge in hopes of finding one last bottle. But to her disappointment there was none. It was at that moment she remembered she had planned to spend the afternoon grocery shopping instead of trying in vain to fall asleep.

She closed the fridge's door with more force than necessary and sat down on the closest chair. Yet another tired sigh escaped her lips as she rested her head on the wooden table. She knew she could still catch the last bus to town and continue with her original plan and pretend the events of the previous night hadn't happened; but part of her knew she couldn't face her family just yet.

She wasn't sure she wanted to confront her father so soon. And even if Anna insisted she should listen to him before jumping to conclusions, she couldn't stop feeling disappointed and hurt.

She raised her head when a knock on her door distracted her from her thoughts. At first she thought it had been her imagination, but a second knock made her realise there was actually someone waiting outside her door.

The first person to come to mind was Marshmallow. He usually travelled to Trolheim on Saturdays, and from time to time he would offer her a ride. And since she didn't wish for him to see her like that, she stayed where she was pretending she wasn't home.

She knew he was bound to ask questions giving her appearance, and she wasn't sure she could make up a believable story. After all, she had big bags under her eyes and she was still wearing the old baggy t-shirt and worn out shorts she wore to bed. A look that didn't match a fake smile.

After three more knocks, when she thought he had finally left; she heard the door open. Knowing Marshall would never enter her house uninvited, she got up to see who was entering her house.

"Elsa! You're here!" said Kristoff, when she walked into the living room. "Why didn't you open the door?"

"Why does everyone enters this place as they see fit?" she answered, ignoring her brother's question completely.

"You never lock your door." A lame excuse, he knew.

"That doesn't give you the right to barge in."

"Sorry," he apologised. It was clear she was angrier than usual about his lack of manners, and he just wanted to avoid a fight. "We thought you weren't home. We were going to wait inside until you returned."

"I should listen to Kai and start locking the stupid door," she said to herself, a little bit louder than intended.

"Yes, you should," came Kai's reply from outside the door.

"Dad?" The lack of sleep was surely making her mind play tricks.

"Can you please let us in, Kristoff?" asked Gerda from the outside, tired of waiting for her son to move from the entrance.

Only when he did move, she was able to hurry to her daughter's side. "Elsa, dear, how are you feeling?"

Not wanting to be rude, Elsa told her she was feeling fine before asking, "What are you doing here?" She didn't like the sudden visit, and she knew there was a reason behind her mother's fussiness.

"Are you sure, sweetheart? You look exhausted." Gerda insisted, as she cupped Elsa's face with her hands.

"We came to see you," answered Kai still standing near the door.

"Yes, mum. I'm fine," repeated Elsa as she moved her face from her mother's grasp. Elsa made sure to hold the old woman's hands, preventing Gerda from touching her again.

She didn't mind her mother's affection under normal circumstances, but right at that moment she wanted some space. Elsa knew Gerda was going to notice things were not okay, but she still wanted to keep up the appearance. However, it was really hard to do so if Gerda continued fussing over her.

"What are you really doing here?" Elsa asked Kristoff, hoping her brother was going to be more straight forward with his answer.

Contrary to what his mother was doing, Kristoff tried to give Elsa some space, and he sat on the couch. "Anna told me what happened last night. We came here to talk." Noticing the way his sister's face suddenly contorted with worry, he clarified, "Actually, dad came here to talk. Mum and I just wanted to make sure you were okay."

"Dear, your hands are really cold." Gerda had always made the effort not to point out Elsa's powers without a reason, but right at that moment Elsa was still holding her hands and it was becoming hard to pretend they weren't painfully cold.

Her mother's comment made Elsa realise there was a thin layer of frost covering her hands and she let go in an instant. Putting some distance between her family and herself, she said, "I don't blame Anna for worrying, but right now is not the best time." They way her powers had just reacted was clear indication of that. "I'm not in the right mood to have this conversation."

"I'm sorry, Elsa. But we need to talk about this," said Kai. "The sooner I explain what that document you found is, the better."

"Dad-" she tried to stop him. She was still hurt about his idea of opening her case once again, and she wasn't sure how to explain to him her fears.

However, Kai interrupted her before she got the chance. "First of all, I'm sorry you found out about this on your own. I wanted to talk to you and explain things to you before doing anything. That document you found is part of a formal petition-"

"Anna explained to me what it is," Elsa cut her father off. She was tired. She didn't want to hear him talk in a methodical way. She wasn't part of another police procedure, at least not anymore. The least she expected from her father was for him to be straightforward. "You're requesting for my case to be opened once again."

"Yes. That is correct," he admitted. "However-" Elsa turning around and walking to her bedroom interrupted him mid sentence. "Where are you going?"

"Elsa?" called Gerda soon after.

Before they could follow, Elsa reappeared with the document in her hand.

"Here," she said as she put the paper in Kai's chest. "You can have it back. Do whatever you want. But I won't take part in any of this." Not waiting for her father's answer she walked into the kitchen ready to continue with her original plan for the evening. Find something to drink and go back to bed.

Gerda took a step closer to Kai and whispered, "Kai, you better do something."

He exhaled as he thought what was best to do. Elsa was clearly hurt, he could see it in her eyes, but he couldn't solve anything if his daughter didn't give him the opportunity to talk and explain himself.

He entered the kitchen and said, "Elsa, we need to talk."

Continuing with what she was doing, Elsa closed the cupboard door and ignored her father. Maybe some tea could help her fall asleep.

"Elsa."

"I'm not in the mood to discuss this right now." She didn't turn around to face him.

"I need you to listen-"

"No!"

It wasn't the angered response what surprised Kai, but the sound of a cup breaking.

"Damn it!" Elsa cursed when she noticed the cut on her finger. Her control over her powers had slipped for just a moment, and it had broken the cup she was using to fill the kettle. She hated whenever her body didn't let her do the simplest tasks. "Useless freak."

Gerda entered the kitchen just in time to see her daughter muttering to herself after the curse. And then she noticed her hand covered in blood. Her instincts kicking in, she rushed to Elsa's side. "Let me help you."

"It's fine."

"But-"

"I said it's fine." Turning around, Elsa looked for a piece of cloth and wrapped it around her finger to stop the bleeding. She could feel the disapproving look of Gerda, but she didn't care. She could just clean the wound later.

Kai waited till the situation was under control before trying to talk with his daughter once again, "Can we talk now, Elsa? Please."

"I don't want to talk," countered Elsa in a lower tone of voice. "I don't. But that doesn't matter, does it? It doesn't matter what I want."

"Of course it does."

"Then why did you open my case?" she asked. Finally reaching her breaking point. "You promised me you wouldn't, yet you did. My opinion didn't really matter after all."

"Elsa, you're getting ahead of things. This is just a petition. A request. Your case is not open yet." He tried to reason. He could understand Elsa's distress, and he wanted to make sure she knew there was nothing to worry about.

To hear Kai say the case was still closed allowed Gerda to sigh in relief. At least things could be resolved inside the family.

"You're not answering my question. Why did you do it?" Elsa didn't stop to think about his answer. At that moment she wanted to hear her father's reasons more than anything.

Thinking it was best to just answer her question. His explanation could wait. "Because I care about you. And I think it's unfair you're the only person who didn't obtain justice in his trial."

"I don't blame you for wanting justice, Kai. I do too. But this was not the right way to proceed," Gerda was still mad her husband had written the petition without taking Elsa's wishes into consideration.

"You and Gerda promised to help me build a life away from my past. Away from everything I went through. That paper is the opposite of that," said Elsa pointing to the document in his hand.

Kai walked to the closest chair and sat down with a sigh. "Look, I know it isn't exactly what I promised," he agreed. "But I need you to understand I had your opinion in mind, all the time. I wasn't going to send this without your approval. I was going to talk with you." Turning around he looked at his wife and son, who had also entered the kitchen, and clarified, "all of you."

Noticing his sister wasn't reacting, Kristoff picked the document from the table and skimmed over it quickly. "It's signed by several police officers. Why would you take the trouble to do that before talking with Elsa?"

"At the beginning, I thought it was plausible to open a case against Weselton without getting Elsa involved." He looked at his daughter to make sure she was listening and continued, "Some colleagues let me see it wasn't going to work and they all agreed it was best to work with Elsa's original case if I wanted justice. They offered their help; and soon after, the petition was written and signed."

Even if Kristoff didn't agree with his father's methods, he too believed Weselton needed to pay for his crimes. And it made him happy to know there were other police officers willing to help Elsa find justice.

"I found myself with half the initial work done before I knew what to do," continued Kai before his son could answer. "It's for this reason I kept the document inside one of the composition books until I decided what to do."

"Why were you looking for it earlier today?" Gerda couldn't help but ask.

"I wanted to show it to you and ask for your opinion, Gerda. I wanted to talk to Elsa and I didn't know how." He looked down in shame at that. The love he had for Kristoff and Elsa was immeasurable, but there were times Kai still felt inadequate to communicate with them. It was hard for him to express his ideas and not sound like he was imposing them.

"So, you never sent the petition?" asked Kristoff, wanting to make sure there was nothing to worry about.

Kai shook his head and asked Kristoff to hand him the document back. "This is the original document."

"Rip it up," Elsa demanded. Hoping to put an end to her problems.

Kai looked at her and then at the document in his hand. He wanted to destroy the document and be on good terms with his daughter again. He wanted to make Elsa happy and show her she could trust him. However, a part of him still wanted to help that little girl he had seen in a hospital bed all those years ago. "Are you sure you don't want to give this a second thought?" he asked.

Arms crossed in front of her chest, she answered with resolution. "Yes, I'm sure."

Not having the heart to go against her wishes for a second time, Kai tore the document apart in front of her. He was letting go of their chance to keep Weselton behind bars, but he couldn't force Elsa to do something she didn't want.

Elsa remained where she was. Leaning against the counter with her arms crossed over her chest. She was feeling a lot better now that she knew there wasn't any risk of people finding out about her past and her powers; yet pain and sadness still lingered in her mind.

Just like everyone else, Gerda stayed silent lost in her own thoughts after Kai complied to their daughter's wishes.

From the very beginning Gerda had been against Kai's idea of opening Elsa's case once again. She was aware of the consequences of exposing Elsa to the public eye. The prosecutor had been more than clear about it years before.

Nonetheless, there was a part of her that still wondered if what they were doing was right. The idea of such an unscrupulous man walking free was unacceptable. And she knew anyone would agree with her on that matter. Anyone but Elsa. Or at least that's what it looked like. The way Elsa had reacted let Gerda see she'd rather accept Weselton's freedom, than being requested to speak in front of a jury.

Gerda couldn't help but think of it as something strange. One would think she'd be the first person to ask for justice, but that wasn't the case.

Elsa wanted to keep her past behind and move on with her life. That was clear. But Gerda could feel there was something else.

Not thinking twice about it, and believing it was finally time Elsa opened up about the way she felt, Gerda dared ask, "what's keeping you from accepting your father's offer?"

Elsa raised her head to look at her mother, who was a few steps away from her. "What?"

"I don't want to change your mind," she said before Elsa got defensive once again. "I've got my reasons to believe it's best to leave things as they are. But I want to hear your reasons. After all..." She took a deep breath knowing it was a sensitive topic. "Weselton will be walking free in a few years."

"Mum..." Kristoff tried to warn before things got out of hand. He understood his parents' concerns, but he also understood Elsa's fears.

Elsa's silence only encouraged Gerda to continue. She usually avoided talking about this with her daughter, but she felt it was best to have the conversation now that the wound was open. "I just want to hear your reasons, Sweetheart."

Not knowing how to explain the way she felt, Elsa simply answered, "I can't face a jury. I just can't."

"Why?" she tried again. "Try to put into words the way you feel. I think it'll help your father and I understand."

Kristoff stayed silent looking how with gentle words and patience his mother was able to get Elsa to open up. He admired that about the old woman.

Elsa, on her part, took some time to put into words the way she felt. After taking a deep breath, she gave it a try. "I'll be on the spotlight."

"And?"

"And I'll lose control of my powers as soon as I start talking. I'll be exposed…" She made everything in her power to avoid her mother's eyes. "Everyone will know how dangerous I am."

"You're not dangerous, Elsa," said Kai interrupting their conversation. He couldn't stand Elsa talking about herself in that way.

"As soon as I lose control of my powers people will think I am." She continued, ignoring her father. "It will be easy for Weselton to prove his point then. Everyone will see reason behind the things he did."

"Elsa, wait. Try to-" Gerda tried to make her slow down.

"Sooner than later, they'll lock me inside a clinic to be studied again."

"That won't happen, Elsa," said Kai not tolerating even the idea of that happening again.

"Yes, it will."

"No, it won't," he insisted. "The judge and everyone involved will be surprised, but if you explain what that horrible man did to you-"

"It won't make a difference because people hate the things they can't understand… People can be cruel, Kai."

The look of pain on her face broke Gerda's heart. It hurt to know she was talking from experience.

"I know what it feels like to be at the mercy of cruel people. Not you."

Kai had to agree that it was true. He hadn't experienced cruelty first hand, but his job had taught him a thing or two and he knew he could keep her safe. "I won't let anything happen to you."

"You can't promise that," answered Elsa dejectedly. "You don't know how my powers are going to react under so much stress. It could be a disaster. If I end up hurting someone again, everyone will see reason behind Weselton's actions and I'll be forced back in a cage."

"No one's going to force you back in a cage. I won't allow it."

"Yes, you will."

"How can you believe something like that?!" To hear Elsa had so little faith in them hurt him deeply. "After everything we've gone through-"

Gerda, on the other hand, didn't take Elsa's statement to heart. She wasn't accusing them. She was merely stating a fact, as if she believed the right thing was for them to allow that to happen. "What do you mean, 'hurting someone again'?" she asked, interrupting her husband.

Elsa held her mother's for just a fraction of a second, before looking at the floor in remorse. That was the reason she never talked about the way she felt, she always ended up saying a little too much. She stayed silent battling what to do. She could feel her powers tickling under her skin and the lump in her throat getting bigger.

From where he was standing, Kristoff noticed the tears streaming down her face. He considered it was time Elsa told their parents everything she had gone through. He believed they were going to understand. He was certain. And finally knowing about her past was going to help them understand. "Elsa, they deserve to know," he said, surprising everyone in the room.

"What is your brother talking about?" asked Gerda gently. Elsa had come so far, she just needed her to say had really happened to her.

"I hurt someone with my powers once," she answered after several minutes, when she felt the ice was more or less under control.

"Who?"

"A nurse. It was inside the clinic." She couldn't raise her head. She couldn't face her mother's disappointment.

"How bad?"

"Bad. I never saw her again-" A sob interrupted her. "I don't know what happened to her."

"Oh, dear…" Gerda walked the distance that separated them. But Elsa moved away just before she could wrap her arms around her.

"Mum, aren't you listening? I'm a threat." She said with a broken voice.

Angered by the fact Elsa wouldn't even allow herself to be comforted. Gerda forced Elsa to lock eyes with her. "Look at me. Look at me," she repeated when Elsa tried to look away. "Get it into your thick head. You are not dangerous. You were just a child trying everything in your power to protect yourself. You're not dangerous. Those who locked you up are."

Not giving Elsa the chance to put some distance between them, she hugged her tight.

There wasn't anything Elsa wanted more than to believe her mother's words, but it was so hard to ignore the frightened look of that nurse. "I still don't understand why you aren't afraid of me…"

Her big blue eyes carried so much guilt and sadness, Gerda couldn't fathom the idea of someone considering her dangerous. "Because when I look into your eyes and I see how much you care. We know who you really are. You are not your powers. They are part of you, That's true. But they don't define who you are." Gerda held Elsa tighter, showing her how much she really trusted her. "You're just a scared child."

Finally letting her walls down, Elsa hid her face in her mother's neck and hugged her just as tight. She let go of all the pain and frustration she had been holding and allowed herself to cry.

It was only when she had calmed down that Gerda spoke again. "Your father and I need you to tell us everything you went through, okay?" She offered her a sad smile as she dried with her thumb the remaining tears. "It's the only way we can help you and protect you. Not to mention the only way we can avoid doing stupid things like-"

"Opening my case again?" she asked in a low voice.

"Exactly," said Gerda with a smile.

Kristoff couldn't help but chuckle at his father's mortified expression.

"Okay…" agreed Elsa.


It was almost midnight when Elsa finished her story. Somehow having told her story to Anna the previous night helped her open up to her parents. Kristoff's presence and constant support also made things easier. Just like she had done with Anna and Kristoff, she had avoided the most gruesome parts, but she knew her parents perfectly understood the things she didn't say.

Both her parents had cried and cursed, but true to their word, they didn't suggest doing anything against Weselton. And it helped Elsa feel more relieved, knowing that they had found logic in her fears, and they weren't going to force her to do anything that could put her in danger.

They only bid their goodbyes after Elsa assured them she was going to be okay on her own. Going straight to bed and calling them first thing in the morning.

Kristoff, being the last to walk out the door, stopped in his tracks and looked at Elsa for a moment. He offered her a smile and said, "I'm sorry we showed up the way we did. We were worried."

"I know."

"I didn't want you to be alone and I thought Kai owned you an explanation."

Elsa nodded, perfectly understanding her brother's reasoning. Maybe her mind was a mess right at that moment, but she was honestly happy her family had showed up. She still felt somewhat hurt for Kai's actions, but she couldn't blame him for caring. "I'm glad you came, Kristoff."

"Elsa?"

"Mmh?"

"Can I give you a hug?"

A small smile appeared on her face. "Since when do you ask permission?"

"Since this afternoon, when I thought you were going to kill me for entering your house without permission," he answered, trying to light the mood.

Elsa gave him a hug and then watched him go, together with their parents.

Once inside her house, she cleaned her wound and made herself some tea. She sat on the couch to think about everything that had happened in just forty-eight hours. It was crazy to think she had been so miserable the day before. She felt good about the fact she had been able to tell her brother the truth when he was leaving. She was truly happy her family had showed up when they did. And she was relieved she had finally opened up about her past with the people she loved the most.

When she was about to turn the lights off, a pile of letters on the coffee table called her attention. Idunn's letters had been tossed over it earlier that day, and she hadn't given them much thought.

She pondered for a moment what was best to do with them. The idea of burning them came to mind, she definitely wanted to. But those letters contained the answer to several questions about her childhood. Thinking it was best to ignore the letters until she could think more clearly, she picked them up and put them in between some books inside her library. Maybe one day, she could give Idunn a chance.


Several knocks on Kristoff's door woke him up from his slumber. He stretched his arm and picked the alarm clock on the bedside table. He wasn't surprised to see it was already midday. After all, he had arrived late the previous night feeling more tired than usual.

Even if hir sister had been the one who had opened up about her fears and her past, Kristoff had been nervous himself for most part of the conversation. He had felt like that fourteen-year-old kid all over again, who didn't know what to do to help his parents or his sister.

He remembered the excitement he had felt when his childhood friend became his sister. But once the excitement had worn off, he began to notice how much Elsa had changed in a just a few years. She didn't smile as often, and the silly jokes once amused her, no longer made her smile. He had noticed his parents' constant worry and he had felt useless. It was for this reason he had self-appointed himself as Elsa's protector.

But there was little he could do to protect his sister when the things hurting her were her memories and the distorted version she had of herself. It was then he let his mother do what she did best, which was to prompt Elsa to talk and help her in the process. Something he believed she had done perfectly well the previous night. But still, the meeting had been emotionally taxing, and for that reason he was having such a hard time getting out of bed.

Sven barking near his front door reminded him someone was knocking at the door. And he had an idea who that someone was. Jumping out the bed, he hurried to let his girlfriend in.

Anna entered the apartment and Sven didn't waste time to jump and greet her. "Sven, you saw her yesterday. Please, let her be."

"You know I don't mind," she said while she kneeled in front of the dog to scratch his ears.

Sven got tired after a few minutes and he sat near the door once again, expectant to see if it didn't open once again.

Once Anna was standing once again, she pointed to the dog's strange behaviour. "What's with him?"

"He always does that when he misses Elsa." He called the dog's attention, "she's not coming, buddy." The dog whined a couple of times and then gave up, going back to sleep on the couch.

"I should take him to the mountain next weekend."

"About that…" Anna said, finally getting to the point of her visit. "How's Elsa? Did you see her yesterday?"

"She's okay," he said with a small smile. "I took my parents to the mountain and Kai explained everything to her. She's still a little hurt at him for making her worry, but she was finally able to explain her fears to my parents."

"Did she tell them everything?" She hesitated, not knowing if Elsa had come clean about that part of her past.

"Yes." Kristoff offered Anna something to drink and continued, "they reacted the way I've always imagined they would."

"They don't blame her."

"Of course not. Just like you and me, they let her know she was just a child trying to protect herself."

"What about the petition? Will she have to face a jury?" Anna was really concerned about it, and she was willing to fight her parents-in-law in order to help Elsa.

"Turns out that was the only copy. No one outside the family read the petition. Kai ended up tearing it into pieces."

Anna let a sigh of relief escape her lips. The idea of talking in a courtroom was nerve-wracking even for herself, she imagined how stressful it could be for someone like Elsa. "So, she's okay?"

"She'll need a few days to tame her mind and control the unpleasant memories. But she's okay, yes."

"Are you sure?"

The concern in Anna's voice made him smile. For her, everything about Elsa was new, and Kristoff couldn't blame her for worrying. "I'm sure."

"And what about… Never mind."

The way she kept fidgeting let Kristoff know her question was in fact important for her. "What is it, Anna?"

"Did my parents have anything to do with the petition?" She didn't want to ask the question. She knew Kristoff was still having a hard time accepting her parents as Elsa's biological ones.

"I asked Kai after we left Elsa's place. He said they've met your parents a couple times, but opening Elsa's case was his idea entirely." He was still unsure how he felt about his parents meeting the Arendelles behind Elsa's back, but he guessed it made sense. After all, they were the main reason Elsa had ended up in the hands of someone like Weselton. Kristoff could see his father taking the trouble to see if they were worth Elsa's tears.

Even if he hadn't forgiven Anna's parents, Kristoff guessed they were actually good people. Kai wouldn't have met them more than once if that hadn't been the case.

"I need to talk with mum and dad. I can't believe they've been meeting with your parents and they didn't care to tell me."

He understood his girlfriend's discontent, he had felt the same way when he found out the previous day. "I think you should."

"Would you like to be there when I do?" Deep down she hoped for him to accept. She missed the days Kristoff would visit her in her parents' home. "I could use your company."

"Anna…" He didn't like to disappoint her, but he wanted to avoid a confrontation. He couldn't face Agdar and Idunn since he still blamed them for Elsa's miserable life. "You know how I feel about your parents."

"Let me know if you change your mind..." It pained her to be in the middle of the chaos. But there wasn't much she could do when her heart understood both sides.


Marshall sighed for a third time, as he tried to find the courage to knock on Elsa's door. He had been waiting for her in the slope for an hour before he accepted she was not going to show up. And for some reason, instead of going back to his place, he found himself standing in front of her door.

He had no real reason for his visit. Elsa could simply had been busy. But she had never stood him up in the past, and the few times she hadn't been able to meet him, she had called in advance.

Part of him wanted to turn around and simply accept the fact she probably had better things to do than spending time with him. Still, his curiosity to see if she was all right was bigger and he decided to knock.

Straightening his back, he waited for the door to open. And, to his relief, it only took a few seconds for Elsa to greet him.

"Hey," he said with a smile, pleased to see there was nothing to worry about.

"Marshmallow? What are you doing here?" The mountaineer usually worked on weekdays, and it was strange for him to spontaneously visit after work.

"Just stopping by," he said as he scratched the back of his neck. "I wanted to see if you were okay…"

Elsa looked at him puzzled. She had no idea what reason he could have to worry about her, unless her brother had called the guy and bothered him. If that were the case, kristoff was not going to hear the end of it. "Did Kristoff call you?"

"What? No. I-"

"Because if he did-" Elsa interrupted.

Trying to get his point across before she jumped to any other strange conclusion, Marshall explained in a hurry, "you didn't show up at the slope like we agreed, and I worried."

"What?"

"You-" Elsa's confused expression made him think about the possibility he had been mistaken. Hadn't he asked Elsa to meet him like he had intended? Not wanting to make a fool out of himself, he said, "It doesn't matter. I should've just called."

Elsa grabbed his arm before he could turn around and leave. "Wait, Marshmallow, what are you talking about?"

"On Thursday, when I called you," he began to say, as he scratched his beard - a nervous tic she had seen him do many times before. "I told you I was free today, and you said you'd meet me at the slope."

"Oh?… oh!" Everything that happened had made Elsa forget about her plan with Marshall. "I completely forgot."

"It doesn't matter. There wasn't much to do there anyway. Most of the snow is melted."

Elsa could see he was trying to pretend it wasn't important. But she knew he had probably been waiting for her. "I really am sorry, Marshall. Truth is I had a hard weekend."

"Everything okay?"

"I've been better." There was no way she could explain to him her problems, so she left it at that. "I wish I had remembered about our plan. It would have been a good distraction."

"Would you like to come to my place?" he offered. "We could eat something. If you want…"

Elsa wondered if it was a good idea. She felt guilty for the little time she had been dedicating to her studies, and she had finally found the will to sit and work in her assignments just before his visit. On the other hand, she could really use some time away from her worries.

Before she got the chance to answer, however, Marshmallow said, "the cats miss you."

Smiling at his ridiculous attempt to convince her, she asked, "Do they?"

"Yes. Well…" He cleared his throat to hide his embarrassment. He wanted to punch himself for the moronic reason he had come up with. "I think they do. And maybe they can be a good distraction from whatever is bothering you."

"Okay."

"Okay?"

"Yes." Smiling after days of sadness felt nice. She had to be thankful Marshall was considerate enough to invite her right after she had stood him up. "Maybe you're right, I could use some company. And I've missed the cats too."

Marshall smiled too, pleased to notice she wasn't really talking about the cats.


I hope you guys enjoyed the chapter. I apologise in advance for any mistakes. I've been writing the whole day, and I can't identify mistakes at this point.

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