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Frozen fanfiction: Søsken

Summary: An accident in the North Mountain forces Elsa to spend several weeks in her brother’s apartment under Anna’s care. During that time, Anna realises there is more to Elsa than meets the eye. The truth about Elsa’s past comes to light after an unexpected family reunion, and both girls’ lives begin to fall apart when they realise Elsa wasn’t the only one with a big secret and a turbulent past.

Anna/Kristoff - Elsa - Family - Family drama - hurt/comfort - Modern AU - Elsa & Kristoff are adoptive brother and sister - Ice bros - Found family - Serious injuries - Mental health issues - Health issues - Frohana

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Shadows still remain

Elsa couldn't remember much of the first time she woke up from the never-ending dreams and nightmares. There were fragments of pain and confusion, like shards of broken glass she tried to piece together. Despite her best efforts, whenever she managed to push through the dense fog in her mind, the pieces would vanish, leaving her grasping at nothing and wondering if she had in fact woken up or if had all been part of another distressing dream.

She recalled the stiffness in her body and the overwhelming fear that gripped her upon awakening a second time. Each muscle in her body seemed locked in a relentless struggle between the urge to move and the excruciating discomfort that accompanied any attempt to do so. It felt as though her body had forgotten how to move, and every attempt to adjust in bed sent waves of pain shooting through her.

The intensity of her throbbing hand, head and lower back, pushed everything else to the back of her mind, including her surroundings, stopping her from understanding why every alarm inside her head had gone off and screamed at her to move and do something. It wasn't until she attempted to lift her right hand that the soul-crushing reality washed over her. There had been something —or someone— restraining her movements and only then she registered the beeping monitors, the antiseptic smell, and the incessant questioning from the people surrounding her.

What followed after was still a blur. She recalled piercing screams and the metallic clatter of falling objects. Darkness engulfed her at some point and while she fought to stay awake, she felt the grip of crippling fear intensifying.

Waking up for a third time was not as confusing, but it was just as unnerving as the second time. The antiseptic smell was the first thing she registered when her mind brought her back to consciousness, even when the stiffness and pain still persisted, attracting almost all of her attention. The smell brought back a flood of memories she wished had remained buried in the depths of her mind. The feeling of being poked and prodded by strangers, the impersonal touch of the medical equipment, the suffocating isolation… It all came back to her at once.

Panic and fear gripped her chest like a vice, making it nearly impossible for her to breathe. Her heart pounded painfully as she tried to sit, but her weakened body stopped her, forcing her back onto the bed. The beeping sound that had once annoyed her in her dreams became louder, unrelenting, and that’s when the room filled with voices once again.

It seemed as if she was trapped in an endless dream, and instead of finding solace in her awakening, her past life was waiting for her.

A fleeting memory of her childhood resurfaced in the middle of her panic state. As soon as the machines stopped beeping, the people would resume whatever it was they did outside her room and she’d be alone again. Solitude frightened her, but it was better than being surrounded by strangers. All she needed was to keep calm long enough for them to go. To her disappointment, it was easier said than done. Back then, all she had known was life inside a white room, it had been easy to disconnect from the things going on around her as there had been nothing waiting for her outside the wall. Now, as an adult she’d come to understand it was easier to be brave when there was nothing to lose.

Amidst the chaos and her sinking feeling of hopelessness, someone held her hand and it helped her find something to hold onto before she lost her mind.

“You’re safe,” the person said in a calm voice, even when frost kept creeping out her fingers.

With struggle, she turned towards the person and a wave of relief washed over her. She wasn’t sure if Gerda was real but she held tighter onto her hand, desperately begging for her not to disappear.

As the minutes passed, Elsa found herself drifting into a restless sleep once again, her mind plagued by fragmented dreams and the fear of her life having been nothing but a drug-induced fantasy.

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Slamming his car door shut, Marshall rushed to the hospital’s entrance. He only allowed himself to slow down when he crossed the double glass doors, knowing he needed to catch his breath before he asked the receptionist to let him in. He needed to convince Nielsen he was serious about looking after Elsa and not a careless mess capable of falling asleep before his shift. He knew his face was probably a telltale of how tired he felt, but he wouldn’t give the old doctor or Kai the satisfaction of proving he wasn’t mentally fit to do the job.

It was just his luck to oversleep now, when sleep had evaded him for most part of the day. He knew he was responsible for it. No matter how frustrated he was at Kristoff for dragging him to a café in the early morning, he was the only one to blame for not going back home as soon as he had left the hospital. He had been the one to follow Kristoff in a forced attempt to get closer to Elsa’s family. In his defence, little had he expected for their conversation to stretch for over two hours, only to end abruptly the moment Kristoff realised he was late for work; leaving Marshall with more questions than answers and a dreadful feeling in the pit of his stomach.

It had all started with Kristoff asking about his shift and if there was anything worth mentioning about Elsa’s recovery. After explaining Elsa’s sudden awakening and reassuring him his sister would come to her senses soon, Marshall shared with him the strange visit Elsa had gotten in the middle of the night. His short conversation with Nielsen had only arisen more questions than answers; and so, in a desperate attempt to find out more —as well as finding himself more talkative than usual— Marshall had confided in Kristoff his worries. To his surprise, instead of finding in Kristoff a voice of reason that could help him alleviate his concerns, he found more ground to base the feeling that Elsa wasn’t safe unless they were there for her at all times.

As the conversation developed, it became evident to Marshall that he wasn't the only one needing a confidant. On his part, Kristoff ended up confessing why it was so necessary to keep someone close to Elsa. He mentioned a few unsettling facts about Elsa's recovery arrangements and finally admitted his family was forced to request Arendelle’s help in a desperate attempt to keep some unscrupulous people quiet. Marshall had tried to ask what exactly had happened, but Kristoff remained cryptic, only conceding the hospital director and someone else were a bit too interested in Elsa’s powers to be trusted. The conversation running short prevented Marshall from getting more information out of Kristoff. This left him feeling anxious and restless.

By the time he had begun walking back to his temporary home, he wasn’t feeling tired anymore. As soon as he had walked into his mother’s apartment, the idea of taking a long shower and trying to sleep vanished. His mother and her husband were already up and about for the day and this had forced him to sit by his stepfather’s side in uncomfortable silence while he waited for the bathroom to be available.

He had made an effort to participate in Arne’s morning chit chat; but no matter how much time went by, the two never seemed to find a common ground to talk about. Most often than not, Arne tried to break the awkward silence with meddling questions. And, as it was expected, at some point in their conversation he started asking questions about Elsa — even when he had never seen or heard about the girl from Marshall himself.

Once or twice Arne referred to her as Marshall’s girlfriend, proving how little the man knew about him. Not knowing what else to do, Marshall put up with the man until he tried to offer some unsolicited advice. As soon as it happened, Marshall found himself walking out the door with a random excuse. He then began walking away from his mother’s building. The walk transformed into him jogging in an attempt to clear his mind. At first he had only intended to run a few kilometres. Give his mother and her husband enough time to go to work before he went inside once again; but before he knew it, he found himself at the fjord on the opposite side of town.

Instead of running back right then, like he should have done, he continued jogging alongside the fjord until his lungs felt like they were on fire and he was too tired to think about anything but his breathing. Despite the long hours at the hospital and the strenuous physical activity, he had trouble eating or sleeping when he got home, only for exhaustion to claim him late in the afternoon.

"Marshall?” Anna's voice echoed in the waiting room pulling him back to the present and making him realise he was already by the receptionist’s desk.

“Marshall, please can you ask them to let me see Elsa?" Anna asked. She seemed confused as to why he was out of sorts, but to his good luck she didn’t make any comments.

"I'm running late, Anna," Marshall replied, his tone harried as he glanced at the clock of the waiting room.

"I know.” She offered a wry smile as if he had stated the obvious. "Kai's been looking for you," she informed him.

"Damn it. Damn it," Marshall muttered under his breath, his mind racing with thoughts of the impending conversation with Kai.

"Hey, it's okay." With a mix of concern and frustration, Anna placed a hand on his arm.

"No, it's not.” Marshall admitted. “I can't afford to lose Kai’s weak trust."

She could probably hear the strain in his voice, but after everything he had learnt he didn’t have the energy to pretend otherwise. He couldn’t help worrying he’d be forced to stay away from Elsa once again.

After a moment, the receptionist allowed him into the wards and he left Anna with the promise of talking to Nielsen as soon as he and Kai stopped reprimanding him.

As he had been expecting, it only took Kai one glance in his direction for his facial expression to change. He stood up as soon as he saw him walk into the small room outside the ICU, and he crossed the room in a few strides.

“Where have you been?” Kai asked, his arms crossed over his chest. He kept his voice low but the words hit him as if he had yelled them in Marshall’s face. “We've been looking for you.”

“I know. I know I'm late.” Marshall put his hands up in a vain attempt to show innocence, and continued, “I didn't mean to—”

He stopped abruptly when his eyes fell on Gerda who was sitting on the other side of the room. She kept an arm close to her body, in a way that only meant one thing. She was injured. Marshall’s stomach dropped as soon as he saw the bandages confirming his suspicion. “What happened?” He asked, ignoring Kai altogether.

“It's nothing,” Gerda said with a forced smile. “She was confused. Scared.”

“It doesn’t mean it didn’t happen,” Kai said, looking at Gerda over his shoulder and bringing the attention back to him. Turning back to Marshall, he jabbed him in the chest. “We needed you here two hours ago.”

“It isn’t serious,” Gerda retorted. “And Marshall usually arrives here at eight, not seven. He had no way of knowing this had happened.”

Not knowing if it was safe to get in between the old couple’s argument, Marshall tried to divert attention from the fact he was late and tried to find out more about what was going on. “Who's staying with Elsa?”

“Nielsen. And you don’t need to worry. She's asleep right now.”

The way Gerda averted her eyes told Marshall all he needed to know. Elsa had lost control once again and Nielsen hadn’t thought of a different solution than in the early morning.

“Is she aware of where she is?” Marshall asked, hoping to find out more about Elsa and not let his anger take control. “Aware of what happened?”

“To an extent,” Gerda claimed. “We talked to her when the ice receded. We tried to explain and she seemed to understand... But despite her best efforts, she couldn't stay awake for long.”

Knowing Elsa had tried to remain conscious despite the drugs made Marshall’s blood boil, but he bit his tongue. He had no right to complain when he hadn’t been there for Elsa to begin with, and he couldn’t really blame the doctor when Elsa was putting people at risk. Once again he mentally beat himself up for having overslept.

“How is she?”

Gerda paused, taking longer to answer than he would have liked. “She's in a lot of pain.”

Before he could answer, the door opened and Nielsen walked in, his voice cutting through the short silence that had taken over the room.

“There you are,” he said, pointing at Marshall. “I was about to send someone to get you.” He gestured for him to sit down and continued, “I need to explain a few things to you. Don't give me a hard time, don't over react and don't let what I'm about to tell you distract you from what truly matters. Am I clear?��

The urgency in the doctor’s voice stopped Marshall from arguing. He sat down next to Gerda. Even when he wouldn’t admit it out loud, the old woman provided a sense of comfort he desperately needed.

Looking at Kai for a brief moment, the doctor waited for him to nod, silently agreeing with him, before he began speaking. “Elsa suffers from nosocomephobia, you know that, don’t you?”

Tilting his head in disbelief, Marshall tried to find his voice. “I knew she was afraid of hospitals to an extent. I never imagined it was so bad.”

“We call it phobia for lack of better words,” Gerda explained, briefly interrupting Nielsen.

Nielsen agreed with a nod of his head. “Considering Elsa’s background, it’s far from being an irrational fear. She went through severe trauma in her childhood, spending years secluded in hospital rooms,” he explained. “The sound, the smell, even the clothes the staff wear, can trigger panic attacks and thus trigger her powers.”

Marshall blinked a few times, his mouth slightly ajar, trying to understand what he was being told. Elsa’s past seemed to be a recurring theme he’d never quite decipher. When her powers came to light, he thought there wasn’t much more about her life that could surprise him, yet there was Nielsen proving him wrong once more. What hurt the most at that moment was knowing Nielsen wouldn’t use the word severe to describe her trauma if it wasn’t the truth; and the mere thought of it was enough to pierce his heart.

“I cannot explain for the life of me how the ice is linked to her emotions,” Nielsen continued, unaware of his inner turmoil. “I just know it is. It's of utmost importance that you reassure Elsa she's safe. As many times as you need to, do you understand?”

Noticing he was still trying to process everything he was being told, Kai took his silence as a cue to make sure he understood where he stood in all of this. “Under any other circumstances, Kristoff and Anna would’ve been our first choice to stay with Elsa in a situation like this. They aren’t medically trained, however, and Nielsen doesn’t feel comfortable leaving them alone with her in case things go pear-shaped. We need you to continue filling in for them.”

Marshall breathed in, slowly nodding his head. He wasn’t sure he was doing a good job putting up the appearance of being under control anymore, but still he tried. Deep down all he wanted was to help Elsa anyway he could. The day she had fallen sick, Marshall came to understand she was the only good thing he had going on in his life. The only person who had ever truly stopped to see him and listen to him. She had done so much for him, even when she was unaware of it all, and he couldn’t let his temper ruin the chance he had to help her in return.

“One more thing,” Nielsen said in a gentler tone of voice, like he already knew the information could overwhelm him. “You told me this morning a man came to see Elsa in the middle of the night. I’ll put it simply, we do not trust these people. Make sure no-one —no-one— enters her room.”

A hand squeezed his knee and it took Marshall a moment to understand Gerda was trying to soothe him, as well as making sure he listened. “This is truly important, Marshall. It’s for her safety.”

Impulsively, Marshall held Gerda’s hand and reassured her, as well as the men standing over him they needn’t worry. He then promised to himself to do absolutely everything he could not to let them down.

“Nielsen and I will stay for another few hours,” Gerda explained when she noticed the resolution in his eyes. “We’ll wait for her to wake up again and make sure she understands where she is before we tell her you’ll be staying.”

“In case her powers react in your presence, move fast and try to avoid them. A nurse got a cold injury this morning and so did Gerda.”

Hearing Nielsen talk about Elsa’s powers as if they were a common occurrence surprised him once again, making him wonder how many times they had been in a similar situation. He wasn’t entirely sure he wanted to know the answer.

“Not a word to Elsa about Gerda or that girl getting hurt,” Kai interjected. “Am I clear?”

Kai waited for him to nod his head before he turned to his wife. “Are you sure it’s a good idea for Elsa to see you after what happened?”

“For the last time, Kai, I’m okay. It’s not that serious. I’ll keep my hand down, she won’t notice.”

“If she does, her anxiety will spiral out of control.”

Even if Marshall wouldn’t give Kai the satisfaction of agreeing with him, he had to admit it he had a reasonable point. It was best to keep Elsa in the shadows about her mother’s injury. The regret he had seen written in her face when she froze his arm was still ingrained in his brain. Nothing good would come from telling her Gerda was injured or for her to notice something wasn’t right. He guessed keeping the secret was the wisest thing they could do.”

“Who’s gotten hurt?” he asked, curious about the other nurse.

“Frida, the girl you saw this morning,” Nielsen replied, ignoring Kai and Gerda who continued arguing with one another. “She’s fine but she requested not to be involved in Elsa’s recovery any longer. We need a meeting with Landvik about this.” He then reminded Kai, in hopes he’d focus on more important things than the jacket Gerda would or wouldn’t wear inside the room to hide her injury.

Kai stopped his conversation and nodded, understanding that meeting Landvik was necessary after the incident.

The more they talked around him, the more confused Marshall became. Only a moment before they had told him not to allow Landvik in Elsa’s room, but they arranged meetings with the man nonetheless. “I thought you didn't trust him.”

Shaking his head, Nielsen sighed tiredly. “He's still the director. I can't make certain choices without going through him first.”

---

Elsa felt a sense of heaviness weighing down on her as she woke up. Even the slightest movement made her spasming muscles press in from all sides, to the point where breathing seemed to require more effort than her weak body could manage. She opened her eyes for a brief moment, closing them as soon as the whiteness of the room became a blinding memory. She breathed in and out a few times, calming her beating heart and orienting herself before her heart beat made the machines start beeping any louder.

She wasn’t as confused as the last few times she had woken up, but her body was still weak and she felt a surge of anxiety wash over her at the mere thought of being confined to a sterile environment. The smell of antiseptic, the beeping of monitors, the feeling of being trapped — it all threatened to suffocate her.

Pushing past the pain, she tried to sit up. She barely had time to register the strap around her wrist before someone gently pushed her back onto the bed. Opening her eyes once more, she was surprised to see Gerda sitting by her side, her soft gaze waiting for her to regain her senses.

Seeing the old woman there helped Elsa remain calm despite the fear creeping inside her. Her poor attempt at sitting had drained her energy, making her hopelessly aware she had no other option but to accept whatever was coming her way. She was too tired to fight, and despite her desire to run away and hide somewhere far away, her body couldn’t do much to help her.

“Dear?" Gerda said after giving her some time to adjust to the brightness of the room. "Welcome back, sweetheart."

With effort, she managed to turn slightly to her right and focus on Gerda as the woman began to speak. She watched the old woman speak for a while, certain that whatever she was missing was important. But her mind felt foggy, and she struggled to focus on anything but the restraints on her wrists and the fact Gerda was sitting too far away for her. Almost as if she was a stranger — simply another nurse from the dozens she’d seen in her life.

Try as she might, Elsa couldn’t remember much about their last conversation either. She recalled Nielsen explaining she was sick and Gerda making sure she listened. The rest was a blur, however, and Elsa wished she could remember what exactly had happened to her.

Somewhere in between Gerda's one-sided conversation, Nielsen entered the room. Or had he been standing in the corner the whole time? He began checking on her. And not for the first time, Elsa wished she had the strength to push the doctor away, even if Gerda didn’t approve. She was tired of it all. How many times had she woken up to doctors poking her sides and the feeling of needles piercing her skin?

The door opened slightly, getting Elsa's attention, as well as Nielsen’s who suddenly stopped what he was doing. Her anxiety spiked once again and the doctor reassured her she could trust the new visitor.

The man who entered the room didn’t say much. He simply nodded in Nielsen's direction and took a few tentative steps towards Gerda’s chair. It took Elsa a moment to discern his features and realise with great relief that she knew him too well.

Seeing Marshall standing in the room became a welcomed distraction from her spiralling thoughts. His quiet presence brought her a sense of calmness she desperately needed. To the point it made her wonder if her mind wasn’t playing nasty tricks on her. She had slipped in and out of consciousness for so long she couldn’t hold onto anything anymore.

He stood by Gerda’s side until she finished speaking, then moved closer to the bed. A soft smile drew on his face when their eyes met.

"Hey," he said softly. His voice as gentle as ever made her believe that perhaps he wasn't a drugged-induced hallucination.

Elsa managed a weak smile, though it felt more like a grimace. "Hey," she mumbled, her voice raspy from disuse. It felt strange to try to use her voice after so long, especially when Nielsen seemed surprised she managed to speak at all. Was she not supposed to speak?

Marshall reached out, and even though he hesitated at first, he gently brushed a strand of hair from her face. His touch soothing her fevered skin. Unaware of her inner turmoil, Marshmallow’s smile became wider.

"How are you feeling?"

Elsa's faint smile faded, replaced by a look of resignation. Like I'm stuck in a nightmare I can't wake up from, she wanted to say but she didn't trust her voice. She opened her mouth to speak but a coughing fit shook her entire body.

Gerda stood up instinctively in an attempt to help her, though she stopped herself halfway. She took a step back and looked at Marshall instead. Her eyes asked something of him, something Elsa couldn’t understand.

Unlike her, Marshall seemed to understand what Gerda meant and he stepped up to help her.

---

It hadn’t taken long for Elsa to drift off to sleep after Gerda and Nielsen informed her he would be staying with her. She had seemed lost and confused, so they had all agreed to let her sleep instead of forcing her to stay awake listening to their arrangements.

As the night wore on, Elsa's sleep grew more restless, her breathing becoming shallow and laboured. Marshall's heart clenched at the sight of her distress, and a sense of urgency drove him to action.

He got his chair closer to Elsa’s bed and gently reached out, taking her hand in his. Nielsen had warned him about Elsa’s vivid nightmares and suggested acting with caution if he saw the need to wake her up.

"I'm here, Elsa," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.

Elsa stirred at his touch, her brow furrowing in confusion. Slowly, she opened her eyes, the remnants of sleep still clinging to her weary frame. "Marshall?" she whispered with uncertainty.

He nodded, his gaze filled with tenderness as he caressed her hand. "I'm here," he repeated. "Let me know if you need anything.”

For a moment, they sat in silence, the soft beeping of machines punctuating the silence. There wasn’t much Marshall could say to alleviate her pain and confusion, so he remained quiet, giving her all the time she needed.

He expected her to drift off to sleep once again, but instead she turned to him before she murmured, “you're not here.”

“What?”

“This isn't—” Shaking her head she stopped talking and looked at her strapped hand. “I need to take this off," she protested, her voice strained with urgency. It didn’t seem as if she was talking to him anymore, simply thinking out loud.

Elsa's fingers twitched, a fleeting attempt to raise her hand only to be stopped by the restraints once again. Marshall noticed her heartbeat rising and so he decided to put a stop to Nielsen’s nonsense before Elsa’s uneasiness caused another accident.

“Here, let me help you with this.” With care, he unfastened her light restraints putting them away, far from her line of vision. He caressed her wrist in a soothing manner, even when he knew the restraints hadn’t hurt her in any way.

Narrowing her eyes, she looked at their hands and then met his eyes. “You’re here?" Elsa's voice was still uncertain, seeking confirmation of reality.

"I’m real," Marshmallow affirmed, a gentle laugh escaping his lips. "See?" he said, intertwining his fingers with hers.

"Why?"

“Why?” he repeated. “Well, my mother met a guy thirty years ago, she made a series of stupid mistakes and…” In his lame attempt to draw a smile from her lips, he noticed he was confusing her even further, so he dropped his joke halfway through. He sighed and started over. “I’ve been looking after you during the nights. Gerda needed someone to keep you company. She didn’t want you to be alone.”

"What happened?" Elsa's voice cracked, her fear surfacing in her trembling words.

"Your hand got infected.” He replied, a hint of exasperation mingling with concern. “Like I said it would if you didn’t listen to me." A small playful smile tugged at his lips.

Elsa frowned, her eyes fixing on her lap and Marshall swore he could see the gears turning in her head as she tried to piece together her memories and the things she had been told. “How are you feeling?" he asked as soon as he noticed her growing quiet.

"I– I am—" Elsa's voice faltered, tears welling up in her eyes as she struggled to find words to express herself. "I don’t understand half the things I’m being told. I’m scared," she confessed.

"You're safe," he whispered with a sad smile.

"No. No, I'm not. I—" Elsa's protest was cut short by a surge of panic. Moving fast, she gripped the IV line connected to the medical equipment.

"No, no.” He stood up, stopping her from tearing the needle from her arm. “What do you think you’re doing? You need this," Marshmallow insisted firmly, his eyes pleading with her to understand.

Elsa struggled, trying to break free from his grip.

"Els. Elskling, you're safe," Marshmallow repeated, his voice unwavering as he sought to anchor her fragile mind. "You’re just confused. You’ve just woken up from a two-week coma," Marshmallow reminded her.

Elsa's agitation escalated, her hands trembling as she attempted to free herself.

“Stop. Elsa, stop. You'll hurt yourself," Marshmallow urged, moving to restrain her gently.

In his careful but unsuccessful attempt to stop her, Elsa managed to clasp the IV line again and pulled, ripping it off her arm. She winced as pain shot through her arm and body, and blood started pouring from the wound.

Sighing heavily, Marshmallow reached out to steady her, his touch more firm. "Why are you so damn stubborn?" he murmured, his frustration tinged with affection. He couldn’t say he was surprised to see her stubbornness remaining in spite of everything she had gone through.

He only managed to stop her once he hugged her close. She was cold to the touch, but no frost seemed to be forming around her, so he continued to hold tightly.

Realising she had nowhere to go, she hid her face in the crook of his neck. "I want to go home," she managed to say in between sobs.

"I’m sorry, but you can’t. You're too weak."

It didn’t take long for medical staff to enter the room, alerted by the beeping monitors. Marshall felt Elsa grip his clothes tightly when they got closer and he knew it was best to keep them as far away as possible. For Elsa’s comfort and their own safety as well.

"What happened? Is she—"

"She's fine. She just tried to get up," Marshmallow explained, his attention fully focused on Elsa.

"She shouldn't be able to move this much," one of the nurses observed. The blankets and IV drip hanging on one side of the bed were proof enough Elsa had indeed trashed a lot more than she should have in her weakened state.

"Adrenaline rush. Don't worry.” Marshall said, trying to reassure the medical team and prove things were still under control. To his disappointment, Elsa tried to get away once again as frost began covering her bedding. “Damn it," Marshmallow muttered under his breath, his hands moving to restrain her once more.

Once he was certain Elsa wouldn't harm herself or anyone around her, he asked one of the nurses for a piece of gauze and pressed it to her arm, trying to stop the bleeding. The nurse stood next to them in an attempt to help Marshall and grabbed the drip. He replaced the needle, but as soon as he tried to insert it into Elsa's arm, she panicked again, trashing slightly in a weak attempt to stop them both.

"It's just a drip. You've got to trust us," Marshall urged, his eyes pleading with her to listen and calm down.

"I can't go through this again," Elsa sobbed, her fragile resolve crumbling.

Knowing she wouldn’t listen until she managed to calm down, Marshall requested the nurses to leave them alone. His voice was a gentle plea as he sought to shield her from the intrusive medical staff. “Please.”

The two nurses looked at each other and after a brief moment nodded in understanding, leaving them both alone. Marshall knew they were going to stay close, if not right outside in case something happened, but he was thankful they trusted him enough to solve the situation on his own.

“Hey,” Marshall said, putting some distance between the two of them. “It's just you and me, see? That's how it's supposed to be, unless the machines alert them something isn't right. That's why I need you to trust me and let me put this drip back in place.”

Tightly closing her eyes, Elsa breathed in and out several times, trying in vain to calm her racing heart. The monitor kept beeping by their side, but to Marshall’s relief the ice receded.

“Will you let me help you?” he asked, hoping she had managed to regain some composure.

Elsa’s cold and unforgiving gaze sent an uneasy chill running down his spine the moment she opened her eyes. “You're just one of them.”

“One of whom?”

“Them…” Her sad eyes looking at the closed door.

“I'm not one of them.” Marshall scoffed.

“Why are you helping them? What did I ever do to you?" Elsa's voice trembled with accusation, her confusion manifesting as misplaced anger.

"Els… I— what? I'm helping you," Marshall protested, his brow furrowing in perplexity.

"Then get me out of here, Marshmallow," Elsa pleaded.

Hearing her call him Marshmallow after so many days, after thinking he would never see her again, made him forget about everything else. Suddenly, he wasn’t mad nor hurt at her mistrust, he was simply glad to see her, to be able to talk to her and knowing she would make it out alive.

He blinked a few times, trying to get rid of the tears brimming his eyes. “The gods know I'd take you anywhere you want. The only thing stopping me right now is your health. I wouldn't forgive myself if something happened to you. So, please, Elsa…” He showed her the drip in his hand and let her choose for herself. If she didn’t listen, then he’d have to walk out the room and let the nurses do whatever was necessary. He wouldn’t put her health at risk anymore.

She remained silent for a couple of minutes, her good hand clasping the bed sheets close to her.

“Please, let me help you. I promise I’ll do anything to chase the shadows away.”

Her silence made Marshall think there was nothing else for him to do but call the medical staff. He’d deal with the repercussions of his choice at another time. But to his surprise, just before he walked away from her, Elsa extended her trembling arm.

Her injured hand was covered by layers of bandages, so he avoided holding it and gently supported her arm instead. He cleaned the dried blood and only then noticed the small, almost imperceptible scars that marred her arm. He silently inspected her other arm and was surprised to find small wound after wound marking it as well. If Nielsen hadn't explained Elsa’s childhood briefly to him that evening, he would have thought Elsa’s wounds came from substance abuse. After seeing Elsa struggling to free herself a moment ago, he knew they were needle marks.

Drawing in a shaky breath, Marshall bit his lip and remained calm as he inserted the IV once again. A sudden urge to take her far away from the hospital washed over him, but he had to remind himself he was not abusing Elsa, simply trying to help her heal. When he made sure it was in place, he looked at her in a forced attempt to reassure her everything was in order.

Elsa was looking at her arm, her eyes sadder than he had ever seen them. "I don’t want to live like this," she admitted, her voice so low, he wouldn’t have heard her if not for the fact they were in a small and quiet room.

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Phew… That was something.

I can’t believe it took me this long to get the words out, but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t find the right words for this chapter. I tried draft after draft of every scene and nothing seemed to work. I don’t know what changed in the last week, but finally I was able to sit down and order my ideas to something more coherent that actually helped me move the plot along. I know it doesn’t seem like it now, but trust me it does.

I’m sorry I kept you guys waiting. I didn’t want to post a tangled mess since I know you’ve been waiting for Elsa to wake up for a very long time now. I also know you’ve all been expecting a sisterly (siblingly?) reunion and hopefully we’ll get it next chapter. I couldn’t just drop everyone on Elsa right now. It was too much for her — and me — to handle.

Also, I know some things won’t be medically accurate, I’m using coffee-powered research I can do on the internet for this story, so I’m pretty sure half the things going on wouldn’t be allowed in a real medical setting, but bear with me. I’m trying. If there’s something truly disastrous, please let me know, I’ll try to fix it if possible. Feedback helps a lot in the writing process.

Medical stuff aside, let me know what you think of the chapter as well! It’s so fun to read all your takes on every chapter and your analyses. I know I owe replies from the previous chapter to all of you. I’ll try to catch up with all of those lovely messages. Work has been hectic lately and I wanted to focus on writing a new chapter instead of replying. But I’ll reply soon enough. Promise.

I hope you enjoy the chapter. Take care!

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firawren · 2 months

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Anna/Kristoff | rated E | 3,276 words

Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Humor, Fluff and Smut, Porn with Feelings, Vaginal Sex, Couch Sex, Dirty Talk, Anna has a filthy mouth, Established Relationship, Marriage Proposal, Charades

Summary:

What if Elsa hadn't heard the voice and gotten weird during charades in Frozen 2?

Kristoff tries to propose to Anna right after the game of charades, but he's not able to get the words to come out right. So he resorts to a bit of impromptu charades to ask the big question. Anna says yes, of course—and then is so excited that she uses charades herself to make a suggestion of what they should do together next. The clues are: two words, first word sounds like “pets,” second word sounds like “duck.”

Written for Frozen Smut Week 2024, @kristanna-days

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He and Anna were no strangers to each other’s bodies. They’d been a couple for three years now, and though Kristoff would have waited until they were married to do anything sexual, Anna didn’t have that kind of patience. He’d been terrified, at first, that he was going to get caught fooling around with the princess and get banished or something, but everyone in the castle seemed to turn a blind eye to the hints of their physical relationship. Even Elsa, apart from one extremely mortifying conversation about the importance of preventing pregnancy before one was married, was willfully blind to the whole thing.

So Kristoff didn’t feel bad about squeezing Anna’s butt and grinding back against her as they continued to make out in a castle sitting room. All the servants knew to knock by now.

But then Anna suddenly broke away from him and pushed herself out of his arms. He assumed she wanted to take this to his bedroom, but instead she held up two fingers and gave him a coy smile. “Two?” he said. “Two what?”

She raised her eyebrows at him and jerked her two fingers in the air for emphasis. “Oh, are you doing charades now?” he asked. She nodded. “That’s cute, but I liked kissing you bet—” He cut himself off when she gave him a stern look and stuck her other hand on her hip, still holding up two fingers.

He sighed with an exasperated but fond smile. “Okay, fine. Two words,” he said. She held up one finger. “First word.” Cupped her ear. “Sounds like.” She bent down and made a petting motion, like she was stroking a dog or cat. “Petting?” She held her hands close together. “Pet!” She linked her little fingers together, the sign for plural. “Pets!” Her face lit up and she tapped her nose while pointing at him.

“Okay, sounds like ‘pets.’ Bets? Debts? Let’s?” She nodded happily and tapped her nose again. “First word is ‘let’s.’”

Anna held up two fingers. “Second word,” Kristoff said. She cupped her ear. “Sounds like.” She put her hand up to her mouth and nose, pointing her fingers outward, and opened and closed her fingers against her thumb. “Um, beak,” Kristoff guessed. She started waddling around the room. “No, bird! Duck!” She nodded vigorously and cupped her ear again.

“Sounds like ‘duck.’ Buck? Stuck?” She planted her hand on her hip again and tilted her head at him, an exasperated look on her face. “Okay, okay, two words, so the phrase is ‘let’s…fuck’?”

“Yes!” Anna exclaimed with a triumphant smile.

Kristoff laughed at how ridiculous it was to mime that instead of just saying it, and yet how cute and fun and Anna it was, too. He stepped toward her and grabbed her butt again to pull her back against him. “Yes, let’s stop playing charades, and let’s fuck.”

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annaofthenorthernlights · 3 months

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Love can see beyond

Part II Frozen canon-divergence post F2 / Moana (2016) crossover fanfiction Pairing: Kristanna Rated M for angst/hurt/comfort (see tags on AO3)

Thanks to my two absolute amazing beta-readers, @hiptoff and @reconciledviolence729!

After their visit to the Southern Isles, King Kristoff and Queen Anna have returned to Arendelle. A new quest will test their faith and courage as they face an unexpected fate….

Chapter 17/42

Now they all stood to say goodbye and watched their sister ride off on Nokk towards home. Sven and Fiona grunted piteously, while Olaf waved until the ice horse disappeared behind the cliffs.

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punkpoemprose · 6 months

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Virtual Chemistry Pt 10

Universe: Modern AU/ College AU/ Cam Boy AU

Rating: E (Explicit, this is filth)

Length: 2116 Words

A/N: Forgive me for any inconsistency, it's been a hot second.

Anna awoke to the familiar sound of her phone’s alarm and rose with uncharacteristic quickness. It was just the first of the three alarms that she set for herself each morning during the semester, and she couldn’t recall having ever risen with the first one, let alone now when she didn’t need to be up for anything.

Falling asleep with your phone on your face certainly has the benefit of startling you awake.

She made a mental note to avoid the position in the future, and quickly unlocked the device with her fingerprint, just to confirm that last night’s texting had not, in fact, been a dream.

The blue and grey text bubbles that greeted her had her heart fluttering as she looked at the screen and replayed the conversation. He’d been so easy to talk to, and she’d found that having to wait a bit longer for his replies than she was used to when texting Elsa had made each message just that bit more precious. It felt silly to count the extra few seconds as “worth the wait” but it had been.

She flushed when she scrolled down past the last message she remembered sending and receiving, to find another.

Huhgtgcfrgyu

She really had fallen asleep with her phone on her face, and somehow, as it the universe didn’t think she’d had quite enough mortification, the message had sent.

Huh?

She scrolled past his response and found another ten minutes later:

I’m guessing you fell asleep? That’s alright, it’s late.

Then a few minutes after that, a series of texts sent a minute or less apart:

It’s been a long and exhausting semester honestly. I wouldn’t blame you for sleeping all week, I feel like that’s what I’m about to do.

I’m glad you were part of it. Even with everything.

Maybe we can talk about that? The everything?

When we both wake up from our hibernation of course.

Sorry, I’m rambling again.

Sleep well Anna.

She didn’t feel quite so embarrassed by the time she got to the end of his messages back to her. There was something about his messages, short as they were, that mirrored the gentleness with which he treated her in person. There was a nagging part of her that was imagining one more message after what he’d sent. She just couldn’t put out of her mind that he was the sort of man who would end his messages with “I love you”.

She tried to push the thought aside but she only succeeded in hearing his last message in her head, complete with her silly addition, in his voice.

Sleep well Anna, I love you.

It was unfair how her brain could forget the answers to exams after several hours of studying, but how she could perfectly mentally replicate the tone of his voice saying something that she’d never even heard him utter before. She could even imagine how it would sound, breathy in her ear, with her back pressed to his chest and his arms wrapped around her.

She collapsed back on the bed, knowing full well that she wouldn’t be able to put herself back to sleep, but feeling unwilling to face the day until she managed to stop blushing and thinking about how good it would feel to just be in Kristoff’s arms.

***

Kristoff allowed himself a moment to breathe, Sven not the least exhausted at his side, was looking at his owner in rapt anticipation of the next leg of their jog around town.

He’d barely slept, unable to keep himself from listening for his cellphone to chime with another message from Anna all night long, even hours after he’d sent her a goodnight. He’d just stayed up and let his imagination run wild with both the ways he wished and feared his relationship with Anna would evolve in the coming days, weeks, and months. The worst fear was that it wouldn’t go anywhere at all. He already knew her too well to let himself worry about the worst case scenario effecting his work, despite the fact that they still had plenty to talk about there, he knew that Anna was not going to tell anyone about his extracurricular activities.

It had really been his hopes keeping him awake all night. He’d forced himself into a cold morning run at 8 am because of those hopes, because of those fantasies. He’d imagined holding her in his arms and kissing her gently and slow. He’d imagined lifting her from the floor, pressing her back into a wall and swallowing her gasps and whimpers as he kissed her. He’d even thought about what it would feel like to have her small hands explore his body.

Then he’d envisioned carrying her to his bed and giving himself to her in all the ways she wanted him. His fantasy was that she’d share her fantasies with him, carefully curated from hours of watching him, and rife for exploration together.

He flushed now, and not from running, at recalling the ways he’d imagined that he would tuck her into bed at his side, pressing gentle soothing kisses into her hair to help her fall asleep. He wanted everything with Anna, and his active imagination wouldn’t allow him to come up with any situation in which he didn’t take care of Anna in every way. He wanted her for more than sex, he wanted her for life.

The frosty run was helping, but he was still thinking about running toward the park next and launching himself into the partially frozen pond to cool his head. Sven, always excellently observant for a dog, tilted his head at him with curiosity.

“Look buddy,” Kristoff said, huffing from the particularly hard run he’d just subjected them to, “I know you like her a whole lot, and that’s making this even harder because I know you deserve a mom, but we have to give her some space, okay? I kind of did this whole thing wrong I think, and we’re going to have to wait for her. She might not even want to see me again.”

He didn’t have it in him to say that she wouldn’t want to see them both again, because he was extremely aware that he was the one who had screwed up in this situation, and that his dog was, frankly, irresistible, and impossible to stay mad at.

Sven, fully knowing this about himself, huffed through his nose and lowered his head before giving Kristoff a meaningful look.

He knew what the dog was communicating.

Don’t count yourself out yet.

In his pocket, his phone chimed.

The dog wagged his tail in response and Kristoff couldn’t help but chuckle to himself.

“If this is her, I owe you double treats when we get back.”

***

Anna typed and deleted at least five texts as she poked at her oatmeal. Elsa was taking a call in the next room over, and Anna could overhear all the details of the business transaction taking place. It was hard to think about what she wanted to say when she was listening to her sister talking shop. It was a good thing that it was a family business, or her breakfast would constitute corporate espionage.

She finally settled on setting her phone down and actually putting some food into her actual mouth. Normally the quantity of brown sugar and maple syrup she put on top of the oats would have been enjoyable, but she’d spent too long ignoring it and nearly gagged at the cool sticky gruel she’d managed to shovel into her mouth.

She couldn’t stop herself from opening her mouth and letting the mush fall back into the bowl with a very unladylike and unceremonious plop. It wasn’t the oatmeal’s fault that it had turned into a disgusting gluey abomination, but Anna still stared at it with narrowed eyes as if it were the enemy.

It’s too early for this. Or anything.

She sighed and picked up her phone again before standing up deciding that if she was awake, and if her home was currently being used as a corporate office, she may as well go out and get a halfway decent breakfast. Visions of cinnamon rolls danced in her head as she trudged toward her bedroom to don some clothes that were at least halfway appropriate for public consumption.

She decided to tear the proverbial band aid off before tossing the phone on her bed.

Good morning

Two words, zero punctuation, no room to read into anything at all, putting the ball firmly in his court so she didn’t have to text any of the things she wanted to say because they were undoubtedly too much to say now.

She slipped off her pajama yoga pants and made the difficult decision to choose her jeans over her daytime yoga pants after consulting the overly complicated smart home device that Elsa had purchased for her as a birthday gift and being informed that it was too damn cold for thin breathable fabric. Comfort, sometimes, unfortunately had a temperature component.

When her phone buzzed from its place on her unmade bed, she made herself take two whole breaths before descending on it like a woman starved.

Good morning

She grimaced. She’d never been good at tennis but she could see, very clearly, that it had been an easy serve to hit and that the proverbial ball was, once again, in her court.

“Shit.”

She took another two whole breaths before buttoning and zipping her pants and thinking long and hard about both the t-shirt she would choose to wear (whichever was on top) and whether she could text him any of the eighty things she wanted to say.

“Hi Kristoff, just wanted to say that I absolutely didn’t have a dream about you and I making out on a lab table last night because that would be super weird, haha.”

She rolled her eyes at herself and instead typed out what she knew she should say.

Sorry I fell asleep on you last night.

She couldn’t help but to wish that she had fallen asleep on him in the literal sense. She could only imagine how good that might feel. She just hoped that she didn’t mess this up badly enough that she would never get the chance to find out.

It’s okay Anna, I’m glad you got some rest.

She’d tugged her top off while she had been waiting for his response, and she forced herself to choose a shirt to put on while she thought about an answer to send back. It was easy enough to manage the first requirement, tugging on a green sweater when she remembered exactly hot cold the weather was meant to be. The second was, as the rest of the conversation had been on her side, more complicated.

What are you up to this morning?

She played it safe, because the last time she hadn’t, she’d been crushed. She knew Kristoff enough to know that he wouldn’t ever hurt her intentionally, but she’d grown up since her last assumption of a man’s feelings toward her, something that being home brought back to her mind.

She was dressed and out the front door by the time she got his answer.

Just went for a run with Sven. We’re about to get breakfast. Have you ever been to Oaken’s?

Anna nearly snorted out loud, but the cold biting her face kept her from dawdling long enough to manage it. She didn’t run to her car sitting in the driveway, worried about any ice that wasn’t making itself evident, but she did walk briskly.

I used to think they had the biggest cinnamon rolls in the city.

She texted him quickly when she sat in the car and pulled the door shut and then, once she’d managed to click on the seat heater with chilly fingers, she sent a follow up.

You proved me wrong at that diner by campus, but they’re still my emotional support baked good.

She’d been planning on going to a closer, less delicious breakfast place, but there was really no harm in going the extra few minutes towards the city center to join him if that was where he was heading. She did find him much easier to talk to in person after all.

Did you grow up here?

Immediately after, faster than she thought that he could type, her phone buzzed again.

I think I just put two and two together with your last name. I feel like an idiot.

She tried not to laugh, but it was impossible. She suddenly felt much less embarrassed about sending him a sleep gibberish text.

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thecassadilla · 2 months

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Viridity

Pairing: Kristanna

Word Count: 2,569

Summary: Anna may be innocent and inexperienced, but she's also all too eager to please. Kristoff would be too, if the fear of being turned into an ice cube wasn't constantly looming over his head.

Author's Note: Hi everyone!! This is my submission to @kristanna-days for Day 2 of Frozen Smut Week - Crystalline Metals, using the prompt "self love." I really hope you enjoy it!!! <33333

Kristoff flopped onto the way-bigger-than-could-ever-possibly-be-necessary bed with a relieved sigh, completely worn down to the bone. His official title on paper may have been “Royal Ice Master and Deliverer,” but it ought to have been “Princess Handler,” as he spent most of his days chasing Anna around the castle, the surrounding courtyards, and the mountains until they were both ready to collapse from exhaustion.

It was still weird to think that this was his life now.

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justfrozenthings · 7 months

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Pairing: Anna/Kristoff Rating: T+ Summary: Kristoff has always loved the sea, and after meeting her he didn't know it was possible that he could love it more.

Cold dread spread throughout Kristoff’s body as he heard the name of the woman he had been fearing for the past twenty-four hours or so leave Anna’s lips.

“Are-are you sure? I mean, how do you know?” he stuttered nervously.

Anna raised a brow and scrunched up her little nose. “It’s kind of a…sister slash…mermaid thing I guess. Kind of hard to explain.”

Kristoff just nodded in agreement, deciding that was a reasonable answer and not to question it further.

“So I guess I better go take you out to meet her then huh?” He rubbed the back of his neck nervously. He found himself doing that a lot recently.

“Yeah I guess so,” she smiled softly as she tucked a strand of fiery red hair behind her ear. The lovely blush spreading across her face gave her freckled cheeks a warm glow.

She must have seen the worry in his eyes because her smile dropped and she rested a hand on his arm that was leaning against the tub.

“Hey,” her smile returned to her face. “It will be okay.”

He placed his too-large hand over her small one and returned a smile of his own. “Yeah,” he said, getting lost in the deep blue of her eyes.

And they stayed that way for a while before Sven gave a loud bark, pulling both of them out of their fantasies of what exactly they didn’t know. They had only just met each other, but there was an odd spark between them that they both felt strongly.

Taking that as a signal that it was time to head out, he stood up with a grunt and stretched his arms, which caused his shirt to lift just enough for Anna to get a glimpse of his perfectly toned stomach. The golden hairs on his chest reached far below the waistband of his shorts, and Anna had to pull her eyes away before her mind wandered to a place it shouldn’t.

Kristoff was about to reach a hand for the doorknob when her voice stopped him.

“Oh um,” she stammered toying with the end of her hair. “Perhaps, it’s best if I go with you. I haven’t seen her in a while and well…she usually doesn’t take well to humans, especially if those humans are fishermen…which you are and…well I’d hate for you to get into any sort of trouble because you’re very kind — I mean you did save my life and everything,” she started to twist the strand of hair between her two fingers more vigorously with every word she spoke and she even diverted her eyes away in embarrassment because not only did she only feel guilty for taking up his bathtub, he had to listen to her annoying rambling as she tried to explain why he probably shouldn’t meet her sister alone. Yes, while it was true Elsa was a kind and forgiving soul, she was also very protective of her baby sister; especially after the death of their parents. And Kristoff didn’t need to witness her potential wrath; it wouldn’t be fair. It wasn’t his fault he got caught up in all this. So she took a deep breath to finish what she had tried to tell him previously, “Sorry, sometimes my mouth works ahead of my brain. Anyway, what I was trying to say is that my sister can be pretty protective over me and I want to be able to explain to her myself that I’m okay because she’s not gonna trust the word of a man…well human man that is.” Thankfully, — within some point of her explanation — she had been able to meet his gaze again and keep her hands from fidgeting.

An awkward silence filled the air and all that could be heard was the blowing of the vent fan and Sven’s heavy panting. Neither of them knew what to do next and questions raced through their minds as they sat there pondering ideas. At some point, they would have to face Elsa, there was no escaping that fate.

“So uh,” Kristoff spoke up, rubbing the back of his neck. “I guess we should get going huh? Don’t want to keep your sister waiting any longer?” Though he played it off jokingly, trying to lighten the uncomfortable tension that had built up within the past two minutes, Anna could sense a hint of fret in his voice.

Anna opened her mouth to speak but before any words came out a chill ran throughout her body, an indication that Elsa was becoming more frantic. She could tell that this did not go unnoticed by Kristoff as he furrowed his brows in worry and went to touch her before thinking better of it and pulling away. He also took this as an indication that they needed to get things moving and didn’t ask any more questions. With ease he crouched down on the tile floor, slipping his arms under Anna all while she tried to lift herself as best as possible, and carried her bridal style in his arms like he had done when he saved her. She wrapped her arms around his neck and Kristoff tried to conceal the blush that was beginning to rise from his collarbone to his cheeks.

“So uh,” Kristoff started trying to fill in the silence that had formed as he made his way through the house to the front door. “This sister of yours sounds like she really cares about you and your safety. That must be nice to have someone who loves you that much?”

“Hm,” Anna looked up at him, giving her head a little shake as if she had been daydreaming about something. “Oh…uh, yeah. She’s great. Always looking out for me and making sure I don’t get into trouble.”

Kristoff snickered and gave her a lopsided grin. “You make it sound as if you’re some kind of troublemaker,” he said, now making it to the front door and not forgetting to close it behind him as he stepped outside onto his front porch.

“Well let’s just say I may or may not have been swimming too close to shore than what is permitted which may or may not have been because of my fascination with humans that my sister has told me numerous times to stop due to the potential danger.” She smiled shyly up at him.

“And I’m assuming it was this so-called fascination that led you to become entwined in that fisherman’s net huh?” He gave her a playful teasing smile feeling a bit more relaxed now than he was a few minutes prior.

Anna tucked a small red tendril behind her ear as her eyes turned away sheepishly biting her bottom lip. A hint of a blush spread along her freckled cheeks. “Okay, so maybe I do run head first into situations before thinking things through, but hey could you honestly say you blame me.” Feeling less embarrassed she had the courage to look up at him again. “I mean your world is just so interesting and weird and just so enticing to want to learn about, so if anything it’s kinda your fault. I mean not you specifically of course, just the general human population.” She rambled on, somehow finding a way to gesticulate her hands wildly.

In the very brief time that she had been here, Kristoff had learned that Anna was fiery so it hadn’t been surprising to him that she would do something so crazy as to come so close to land, ultimately breaking her sister's biggest law. He assumed that most merfolk had been naturally curious, as any human would be of the….merworld? Was that correct? It’s not like he could go look it up in a dictionary or anything. He made sure to put it in the backburner of his mind as a question to ask Anna later. If there ever was a later.

Part of him hoped there would be.

“Well, we’re here,” Kristoff informed them, stopping at the edge of the water.

Perplexed, he turned his head looking every which way in hopes of spotting Elsa amongst the water, but he saw nothing. His brows furrowed in confusion because it really should not be that hard to find a mermaid. Scanning his eyes over the ocean one last time thinking that maybe he missed her, he sighed in defeat when the results turned out the same.

“Where is-”

“There!” Anna interjected, sticking her arm out to point at something, which - for a second - threw Kristoff off balance at the new change of position; fortunately, he was able to regain his composure fairly quickly without dropping her. “She’s over there.”

He followed her finger and sure enough - as if on cue - a fair-headed mermaid peeked around a rock with a dark-haired one following after her; much to his dismay.

That’s when he realized he might have been in more trouble than he thought.

Why were there two? Did Anna possibly have another sister she never brought up? No, he had a feeling she would’ve told him. Maybe Elsa decided she needed backup; make him believe everything was fine and when his guard was down WHAM. Hit him when he would least expect it. But, Anna told him everything would be fine, and he trusted her.

Reassurance began to move his feet.

“Oh look,” Anna said pointedly. “Honeymaren came with her.”

“Honeymaren?”

Anna picked up on the slightly higher pitch in his tone of voice, though he tried to mask it through a cough, and maneuvered herself to put a gentle hand on his shoulder while giving him a soft look in an attempt to hopefully set his mind at ease. “Don’t worry, Honeymaren isn’t a threat either. She’s just Elsa’s girlfriend who probably tagged along because she was worried about her safety as any respectable partner would be.”

With a quick curt nod and a reassuring smile, Kristoff continued on, getting closer with each step he took, only stopping when he finally reached his place of destination.

He paused, took a deep breath, then spoke. “Elsa? Or I mean Queen Elsa?” The platinum-blonde turned her, registering her name. Her eyes were a lot deeper blue than Anna’s - but her smile - her smile was the same and that is what finally gave him the confidence to continue. “My name is Kristoff Bjorgman, I think I’m the reason that brought you here.”

Silence filled the air and all that could be heard were the crashing of the waves against the shore and the rapid heartbeat of a fisherman whose thoughts were racing through his mind as he waited for a response.

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