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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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It don't matter to the sun

“My family and I will find a way to pay you back.”

For the first time in the last twenty four hours, Anna felt something akin to optimism growing inside of her as she watched her father and Kai coming to an agreement. Even if it was only a small glimmer of hope, she was delighted to know her sister could count on their father when she most needed it.

She felt proud her father had given her his undivided attention the previous day, when she had asked to talk to him in private. Anna then explained Elsa needed his help and, following Kristoff’s suggestion, she kept all the small details for him to discuss with Kai. It had only taken a few minutes to convince her father that the clinic needed a down payment to continue with Elsa’s treatment —given her delicate health condition. And to her good luck, Agdar hadn't asked too many questions, promising to go talk to Kai as soon as he informed the board about the family emergency and got a partial approval. True to his word, the next day he was at the clinic in the early afternoon, discussing Elsa’s health with Kai and coming to what she believed was a favourable agreement. He’d pay for Elsa’s treatment, taking the load off Kai and Gerda’s shoulders.

“No need to give anything back,” Agdar said with a small tight smile. Regardless of their agreement and knowing he could finally start helping his daughter, he knew there was nothing to be truly happy about. Elsa was still unresponsive.

“It’s a lot of money…” reminded Kai, uncomfortable about the enormous favour he was asking.

“We'll have to delay a few projects and make some cuts,” Agdar explained. “ArenCo will manage nonetheless. It's nothing we haven't done in the past.” Placing his hand on Kai’s shoulder, he reassured him the money was Elsa’s, no need to pay it back. “I've denied my daughter the help she needs for far too long. Don't worry about the money.”

Smiling in return, Kai nodded with a faint, “Thank you.”

Smiling at the scene unfolding in front of her, Anna hoped Elsa could see them at that moment as well. Sure, her sister still had her reservations about her biological parents —about their father in particular— but thankfully he was proving how much he did care.

“There's only one thing I don’t understand,” Agdar said, pulling Anna back to their conversation. “Why is the payment so urgent? Anna insisted it couldn’t wait.” Looking over his shoulder, her father found her gaze expecting her to confirm what he was saying.

Anna opened her mouth to explain the situation better, but Kai beat her to it.

“It's a delicate matter. I was hoping we could discuss it in private. With Dr Nielsen, as well as Kristoff and Anna.” Kai then turned to Idunn who had been standing by Anna’s side in silence ever since the two families had met. “You’re welcome to join us too, Idunn.”

Idunn glanced up and took a second to think about his offer. “Umm… Kai, I was hoping–” She looked down, wringing her hands, unsure of what to say. “Anna has told me they’re being quite restrictive with the visits but… Would it be possible for me to see her?”

From the moment Elsa had been admitted to the hospital, Idunn had been dying to get the chance to see her. Always asking Anna if there existed the possibility of her being allowed inside the ICU. All she wanted was to sit by Elsa’s side and talk to her at least once. Finally getting the chance to say everything she had ever wanted, even when Elsa couldn’t hear her. The idea of waking up one day, only to realise it was too late to make amends terrified her mother. And with every passing day, Anna knew she was becoming more and more afraid of never getting one that last chance. So, the moment Anna saw her mother walk into the clinic that day, she knew it was only a matter of time until she asked Kai or Nielsen to see Elsa. Yet, now that she had the chance, Anna could see the doubt and uncertainty consuming her.

“We'll need to ask Nielsen,” Kai said. “Perhaps he’ll allow you to.”

Idunn nodded as she anxiously tried to smooth the invisible wrinkles of her dress. “Is she all alone in there?”

“No.” A small smile formed on Kai’s lips as he paid a quick look to the door that led to the wards. “My wife’s been by her side from the very beginning.”

A watery smile drew on Idunn’s face. “I’m glad.”

Turning his attention back to their main conversation, Kai addressed Agdar once again. “Anna mentioned something about a good legal team working for you, is that correct?”

“There's one working for us at the company, yes.” Her father’s seriousness told Anna he was more than willing to ask the legal team to start working on anything that was needed. “What’s going on, Kai?”

“Dr Nielsen will be here any minute now. He's checking on Elsa as we speak. I'll explain everything as soon as we can discuss things with him.”

Her father agreed, and she knew there wasn’t much to do than wait for Nielsen after that. Deciding it was best to go for a short stroll before their meeting, Anna walked to where Kristoff was sitting and gently informed him she was going out to get some fresh air. Under normal circumstances, she wouldn’t have minded staying. She would have talked to her mother or found excuses for both families to bond. But this time, the situation was anything but normal and staying still only made her more anxious.

Looking up in concern, he asked, “Is everything okay?”

She smiled and nodded. “I just need to move my legs.” She kissed his cheek reassuringly and left the room in silence.

---

Truth be told, she could barely tolerate being inside the small room. It was where they had stayed after receiving the news about Elsa a week before, and the place they had awaited every medical report they’ve got ever since. It was more comfortable than the hall leading straight to the unit, but it didn’t mean Anna liked it any better. More than once they had shared the room with other families, who just like them, were sleep deprived and hoping for positive medical reports. The only thing she saw inside that damn room were long faces and hopelessness. Not wanting to think about that anymore, she hurried down the hallway and into the main waiting room.

“No, you listen to me.”

Anna heard an angry man say as she walked into the now crowded place. The voice was coming from Andrea’s desk, and Anna didn’t need to see the face of the man to know it was no other than Marshall. She had gotten used to his frustrated tone of voice by now, and she was certain the receptionist had too. This time, however, he sounded hostile and more aggressive than he had in the last week. Wanting to make sure things didn’t spiral out of control, she decided to go see what was going on.

“I've been coming here for the past week, day after day, asking time and time again to see her. You can't tell me no when I clearly saw the two of them walk in.” Marshall had both hands on the receptionist’s desk, leaning forward and making the poor receptionist deeply uncomfortable. Andrea tried in vain to put some distance between them and Anna knew it was only a matter of time until she called security to escort Marshall out.

Anna was curious as to what had finally driven him over the edge, though it was best to put a stop to it and then ask than to see a disaster unfold in front of her. Grabbing Marshall’s good arm, Anna forced him away from the desk.

“Marshall, what do you think you're doing?” Glancing in Andrea’s direction, she offered her an apologetic smile. “Excuse him, Andrea.”

Frowning at her for a split second, Marshall tried to pull his arm from Anna’s grasp. “Get away, Anna.”

She was able to hold his wrist firmly and called his name again. When he didn’t pay attention, she tried once more, this time, appealing to his emotional side. “Marshmallow, please.”

“Don’t– Don’t call me that,” he said, clearly displeased.

Anna took a step back, startled by his reaction, letting go of his arm. This seemed to bring Marshall back to his senses, finally taking a step back and turning in Anna’s direction.

“They keep telling me I can't see her.” He was trying to stay calm, but Anna could see he was failing miserably, making the people around them uncomfortable. “Always the same excuse!”

“I know you're frustrated,” Anna said in a lower tone of voice, expecting him to listen and understand they could discuss whatever was going on more quietly. “But this isn’t the receptionist's fault. Only family members are allowed inside. You know that.”

Part of her was confident he’d calm down once he was reminded of that fact. She had been expecting him to say he already knew, like he had done a few times before. However, what she hadn’t been expecting was for him to look daggers at her as she was the one to blame.

“I saw your parents walk in.” He spat, surprising Anna.

Anna gaped at him unsure of what to say. She couldn’t really understand why her parents being there was reason enough for him to get so mad. “They're family,” she muttered.

“No, Anna,” he said, crossing his arms over his chest. “They are not.”

The way he towered over her, glowering, made Anna realise how truly intimidating he could be. But she wouldn’t let that stop her from talking some sense into him. “I thought Elsa told you about us. My family is—”

“She did,” he said, interrupting her. “I know the two of you are related. I know you're sisters. That doesn't mean your parents are part of her family.”

Not understanding the logic behind his words, Anna couldn't help but crack a smile. “That's exactly what it means. They're family.”

“No, that's what you want them to be.” He took a step closer and Anna couldn’t stop herself from taking one backwards. “Your parents have no right to call themselves family all of a sudden.”

The way he kept glaring at her gave Anna the impression that no matter what she said, he wouldn’t change his mind. Her best bet was trying to show him she understood what he was going through. “Marshall, look, I know you've been coming here everyday. Trust me, I know how frustrating it is, but—”

Marshall groaned, exasperated. “Elsa wouldn't want them visiting.”

“You don't know that.” Now Anna was getting irritated. Marshall was entitled to his own opinion, it didn’t mean it was the right one.

“Yes, I do,” he said, lowering his voice. Anna guessed he had finally noticed the rest of the people in the waiting room, all staring at them. “She doesn't trust your parents.” He took another step closer and poked her shoulder. “The only reason she ever gave them a chance is you.”

Anna glared back and slapped his hand away. “My parents are helping her right now. They've got the right to see her.”

“She's told them time and time again she doesn't want to see them,” Marshall scoffed. “As soon as she's unconscious they walk all over her wishes, I see.”

“Marshall—”

“I can't believe Kai and Gerda agreed to this,” he continued, ignoring what she had to say. “I can't believe you agreed to this. Elsa trusts you!”

“I— You’re getting it all wrong.” Anna was at loss for words. What he was saying was getting to her, and she wasn’t sure how to explain everything that had happened in the last twenty-four hours. “You talk as if I'm doing something terrible to her.”

“It baffles me you don’t see it!” Marshall shouted, startling Anna and everyone around.

Unable to hold his gaze, she looked around. A man, a couple of years older than her father, wouldn't take his eyes off Marshall, ready to intervene in case it was needed. Anna then noticed Andrea had already stood up from her desk and she was holding a phone’s headset to her ear. It was a matter of time until someone came to walk them both out of the building and Anna couldn't let that happen. She knew he was probably just taking his frustration out on her and he would regret being blacklisted.

“The least you could do now is respect her wishes,” Marshall kept talking, ignoring everything that was going on around them. “She loves you so much she chose to ignore the pain your parents have caused her just to make you happy. But that wasn’t enough for you, was it?”

She felt a sudden pang of guilt and she tried to speak up, but no words came out as she felt her throat tightening. Was he truly talking out of frustration, or was he finally speaking his mind? ‘Or Elsa's mind?’ she wondered, the uncertainty making her shudder.

Marshall took her silence as an answer and a new wave of anger ripped through him. “You kept pushing. And pushing. And pushing. All you wanted was for Elsa to forgive them, to make your family happy, even when you knew she was miserable.”

Anna’s eyes brimmed with unshed tears and she instinctively took another step back.

“I know Elsa’s never been truly happy,” he admitted with bitter sadness. “I’m not going to pretend that’s the case. But she wasn’t this miserable until your parents walked into her life.”

“She said that?” Anna managed to ask in a quavering voice.

“I may not have known about her po—” Marshall stopped abruptly, finally aware they were surrounded by strangers. Most of whom were paying close attention to their conversation and whatever he chose to do next. He looked around and after making up his mind, he took one more step and leaned in closer to Anna, whispering, “I may not have known about her powers, but it doesn't mean I don't know her.”

By the time he finished speaking, the man who had previously been staring stood up and gently asked Marshall to give Anna some space. To Anna’s surprise, Marshall did take a few steps back, even when he glared at the meddling man. Only a moment later, a man wearing a white shirt with the clinic's emblem approached them as well. He ignored Marshall and made sure Anna was okay before he asked if she needed him to escort Marshall outside.

Ignoring the staff-member and the old man, Marshall found her gaze once again and said, “You and your parents are crossing the line, Anna.”

Anna ignored the men as well. She didn’t need them to stand up for her. All she needed was for Marshall to listen and perhaps talk things through in a less crowded place. “Marshall, you don't understand—”

“No.” He shook his head, stopping whatever she had to say. “You don't understand. It's sickening to think I've been in Elsa's life far longer than her biological parents have ever had; yet, somehow, I'm the one who’s not allowed to see her. Not allowed to say goodbye.”

Although he mumbled the last part, Anna and the men standing between them heard him clearly. What he said, combined with the raw pain in his eyes, finally helped Anna understand his anger and resentment. Marshall was not only mad at her family and the rules in place. He was afraid. He was starting to lose hope and Anna couldn’t take it. Anna’s stomach was in knots and, once again, try as she might, there was nothing she could say to lessen his heartache as the anxiety and fear for her sister’s life consumed her.

Placing a comforting hand on Marshall’s shoulder, the man in the white shirt said, “Sir, perhaps it’d be better for you to get some fresh air.” His cautious look now morphing into a compassionate one.

“Let go— “ Marshall said, annoyed at the man, moving his arm away from him. Anna knew he couldn't stand the pity look the men were giving him, making him over react once again.

Just as the staff-member was about to talk, a familiar voice called their names. “Is there a problem?” Kristoff said as he approached them.

“No, there isn't,” Marshall said loud enough for everyone who had been interested in the scene to hear.

Anna watched him walk away, and once again the pang of guilt constricted her throat, barely allowing her to breathe. Before she realised, the tears she'd been holding back began streaming down her face.

“Hey,” Kristoff said, engulfing her in his arms. “Are you okay?”

“Yes.” She nodded against his chest and in vain tried to dry her tears. “Don't worry.”

Kristoff took a hard look at her, then the people around them and finally at the door through which Marshall had disappeared. “Whenever I think he's finally learning how to behave around people, he shows the kind of moron he is. I don't understand what Elsa sees in him.”

“He loves her,” Anna mumbled, as she hugged Kristoff tight, feeling thankful for his presence.

“So do you and I,” he said with contempt.

Anna nodded, but didn't say anything. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t completely agree with Kristoff this time. Marshall had successfully planted the seed of doubt in Anna, and she couldn’t help but feel as if she was in fact breaking Elsa's trust.

Kristoff thanked the men for stepping in, and then apologised to Andrea for the inconvenience. To Anna's surprise, instead of blaming Marshall like he'd have done in the past, Kristoff explained the last few days were finally catching up with all of them and begged Andrea not to kick Marshall out next time.

With things calmer around them, Kristoff walked Anna outside and asked her about their argument. Anna shook her head, not wanting to discuss it with anyone. The last thing she needed was for Kristoff to find reason behind Marshall's words like she did, and for him to realise they were making a terrible mistake. “It doesn’t matter.”

“Yes, it does. I’ll talk to him if you need me to.”

“No, Kristoff. It doesn’t matter.” Before he could insist, Anna decided it was best to change the topic. “Has Nielsen met our parents?”

Kristoff stayed silent for a short moment, debating what to do. After a minute, he breathed out and nodded. “Kai told me to get you and wait for them at the café. They don’t want to discuss things in the hospital.”

---

The door leading to the ICU closed behind Idunn and only then she breathed out with relief. Until then, she had been afraid the medical staff would suddenly change their mind and she wouldn’t be allowed to see Elsa after all.

She had been told to wait for a nurse to come get her and she didn’t plan to move from that spot until they did. The last thing she needed was entering a room or area she wasn’t supposed to, when Nielsen had been clear about the staff making an expectation for her to visit — given the circumstances.

As she waited, she wondered what she’d find once she walked into Elsa's room. The last time she had seen her daughter, Elsa looked thin and fragile. Like she hadn’t been taking proper care of herself. It made Idunn wonder how many things she had been dealing with, only for Agdar and herself to make things worse the day they met. No matter how hard she tried, Idunn couldn’t get rid of Elsa’s words during their last conversation. Elsa had not only admitted needing her mother more than anything, she had also confessed suffering more than they could imagine. Her words were on repeat in Idunn’s mind. Taunting her and showing her she was responsible for everything that had ever gone wrong in Elsa’s life.

Even this, she realised regretfully. If she had only stopped Agdar on time. If she had only taken Elsa to the ER instead of trying to get Elsa to like her; then, perhaps, her daughter wouldn’t be on the brink of death now.

She was so absorbed in her own thoughts, it took a moment for Idunn to realise a nurse had been standing in front of her for half a minute, waiting for a reply. She apologised and nodded her head when the young woman checked her name on the clipboard in her hands. When everything was set, they began walking down the hall at a faster pace than Idunn would have liked. There were so many questions she wanted to ask about her daughter and so little time. But as they moved past the doors in the unit, Idunn became more afraid of the answers she could get, desisting finally of her idea. The nurse continued walking until they got to the end of the hall.

The last room in the unit. Away from everyone else. Forgotten.

The thought alone made Idunn’s chest feel heavy and she had a hard time trying to understand what the young woman was explaining.

The young woman explained she was only allowed to remain inside the room during visiting hours and she was to leave the room if a family member requested her to do so. Idunn nodded in agreement, hiding the pain of not being allowed to see her daughter for as long as she wanted. But then again, she had lost the privilege years before.

When the nurse left, Idunn drew in one more deep shaky breath, gathering her thoughts before she grabbed the handle. Slowly, trying to bother the people inside, she opened the door just a crack. The first thing she saw was Gerda, sitting by Elsa's bedside. Eyes closed, the older woman rested her forehead on her clasped hands which were holding onto Elsa's. Opening the door a bit wider, Elsa's face came into view and only then she realised it didn’t matter how long she had to wrap her mind around the idea. Finally seeing Elsa’s pale form, connected to more machines and wires than she had imagined, made her stomach turn. Her heart constricted painfully and for a moment she couldn’t breath nor move.

Gerda raised her head slowly, opening her eyes and looking at Elsa, unaware of Idunn’s presence. She caressed Elsa’s hand with her thumb and a sad smile drew on her face.

“You know, there'll still be a tomorrow even if you choose to leave.” Gerda’s voice, barely over a whisper, got Idunn’s attention. “It ain’t gonna stop the world… but I think it'll be the end of mine.”

The sorrow in Gerda's voice made the situation too painful, too real. And for the first time since that night, when she abandoned Elsa, Idunn felt as if someone was ripping her heart out. She imagined she’d never feel the way she felt back then, until now.

“I know it’s unfair —selfish of me— to ask you this, but…” Gerda said, as one of her hands let go of Elsa’s to dry a lonesome tear running down her cheek. “Please, dear. Don't go.” The hand returned to its original position and she held Elsa’s hand a bit tighter. “I know you're tired and I understand why it'd be easier to just let yourself go. But I need you. I'm not as strong as you are. I—” She breathed out, tiredly. “What would I say to Kristoff?”

Unable to deal with the aching pain in her chest, Idunn tried to hold back a sob and close the door, hoping to give Gerda some privacy, but the sudden movement caught the old woman’s attention and she turned to look at the door, their gazes finally meeting.

“I didn't mean to interrupt,” Idunn blurted out as best as she could. “It's— I didn't know what to do. I'm sorry.”

“It's okay,” Gerda murmured. “Kai told me your husband or you might stop by.” She let go of Elsa’s hand and looked at her watch, surprised to see it was already time for visiting hours. She tried in vain to blink away the tears and stood up. “Is Agdar waiting outside?”

“No.” Idunn shook her head and silently hoped Gerda didn’t feel pressured to leave. “He's in a meeting with Kai and Elsa's doctor… Uhm—”

“Nielsen.”

“Yes.” She regretted not paying more attention to the names of the people who were doing everything to help Elsa.

“What about Anna and Kristoff?” Gerda asked, sitting once again by Elsa’s side, unsure of what else to do.

“They're with them as well. I don't understand what's going on, but it seemed urgent.”

Gerda nodded. “I don't have all the details yet. They said it’d be best for me to look after Elsa instead of worrying about it. Come in,” she offered at last, inviting Idunn into the room with a hand gesture.

Idunn did as told and she walked until she was standing at the foot of the bed, keeping her distance from the machines. “She looks so pale,” she murmured, unable to keep her voice from shaking.

Both women stayed quiet for several minutes after that. The heavy silence that fell between them was only interrupted by the beeping noises of the machines. The minutes stretched and Idunn felt as if they were running out of air inside the small room.

After twenty minutes, which felt like an hour, Idunn decided it was best to break the silence. The only thing Gerda had done during that time was hold onto Elsa’s hand, and something told her she’d like a distraction or the opportunity to move her legs.

“Please don't take this the wrong way, Gerda.” Idunn said, hoping she wouldn’t be overstepping. “I could stay with her for the next hour if you need. You look awfully tired.”

“I'm not leaving her,” Gerda answered with a frown.

Only then, Idunn realised how stupid what she had just said truly was. The woman had been looking after Elsa for over a week. It was more than obvious she already knew how she looked and how tired she was. But even then, Idunn felt bad and wished she would take a moment. Breathe some fresh air at least.

“I don't think she'd mind you taking a short break.”

“I can't selfishly beg her to stay.” Tired eyes looking up to meet Idunn’s gaze. “Only to leave her alone a moment after, Idunn.”

Choosing it was best to drop the subject, Idunn looked at Elsa’s left hand. It was slightly raised and covered in bandages. It seemed surreal that that small injury could be the cause of her current state. “Her hand's getting better from what I heard.” Kai had told her so before Nielsen met them in the waiting room. “Why isn't she recovering?”

“Her body is fighting more than just her hand’s infection. She has a hard time breathing and now her kidneys are failing. Her blood pressure needs to go up before we can even think of pulling her out of the coma.”

“Will she have permanent damage?” Idunn was terrified of the answer. Elsa had struggled her whole life with her powers getting in the way. Dealing with physical or mental damage on top of that would certainly be more than she could handle.

“Only time can tell,” Gerda said, her eyes filling up with tears. “It all depends on her.”

“She's strong,” Idunn said with conviction. “She'll make it.”

As Gerda shook her head, Idunn felt her throat constricting. “I fear she might see no reason to keep fighting…”

“What do you mean?”

“Elsa's soul is older than mine. She's endured too much and…” Taking a deep breath, Gerda tried to make up her mind. “Lately she's been losing—” She stopped again, unsure if it was right to share what she was about to say with Idunn. “She’s started to wonder if it's all worth it.”

---

As soon as the words left her mouth, Gerda realised trusting Idunn with the way Elsa felt about life had been a mistake. From the moment Idunn had walked into the room, Gerda could tell it was hard for her to face the truth of what was happening to Elsa. Gerda couldn’t blame her for it, everyone in the family had had a difficult time coming to terms with it, but she did wonder why she’d put herself through it when she could barely look at the girl in the bed. It was no surprise then, that with every new piece of information she began to crumble until the weight of it all was too much for her to handle. Idunn was nothing but a crying mess now that she knew the truth and despite the way she felt about the Arendelles, Gerda considered it was necessary for her to do or say something that could help the younger woman. Though, before she could make up her mind on what to say, Idunn surprised her by suddenly pulling herself together.

“I wanted to thank you for loving and caring for Elsa the way you do.” Idun’s voice cracked and she pressed the heel of her hands to her eyes to stop her tears. “I understand seeing her like this must be as difficult for you as it is for me, still you manage to stay strong. I don’t know how you do it.”

“No,” she said firmly. “You may think it’s the same, but no.” Gerda tried to focus on the good side, the positive thing Idunn was trying to say; but try as she may, she couldn’t do it.

Idunn blinked a few times, unsure of what she meant, and once again Gerda tried to make an effort to remain calm, hoping to find the right words before she spoke. “Seeing Elsa like this is not—” She took a deep breath, and started over. “When I see Elsa, all I see is the malnourished little girl I met over ten years ago. The little girl who somehow found comfort in my arms and begged me to stay… who still to this day begs me to. I see the daughter life once took from me, and the one I fear will be taken from me again. So, no, Idunn, I don’t think it is.”

Idunn’s jaw dropped and her eyes widened, unsure of what to say.

“I’m not saying you feel no pain,” Gerda clarified. The fact she was feeling heartbroken didn’t erase whatever Idunn was feeling. “I’m sure the guilt and regret must be eating you up alive in moments like this, but when night comes and the day is done, you go back home and I’m the one who stays to try and put back together what's left of her.”

Just as Gerda finished speaking, Frida, one of the nurses who worked in Elsa’s recovery, opened the door, calling their attention. “Gerda, I’m sorry to interrupt,” she said with an apologetic smile. “Mr Bjorgman and Dr Nielsen are asking for you.”

“Tell Kai I’ll meet them later,” Gerda said, not turning to look at her. Her eyes fixed on nothing but Elsa.

“They said it’s urgent,” the nurse insisted, knowing Nielsen would send her back to get her if Gerda didn’t come out.

“More urgent than Elsa?” Gerda scoffed, not believing there was something more important at that moment. She was aware how serious their current situation was. She couldn’t blame her husband for needing her to meet them. After all, they were discussing the next step to take. But her role was to look after Elsa, make sure she didn’t become a test subject to those bastards in charge.

“I– I don’t know what to say,” said Frida. “They just asked me to—”

Gerda knew the girl wouldn’t stop insisting. She had worked under Nielsen’s instructions during her time at the hospital, and she knew he could be a pain when things didn’t go his way.

“This better be important,” she murmured and stood up with a weary sigh. She looked at her daughter and then where Idunn was still standing. The woman’s head was hanging low and she didn’t seem to be aware of the nurse’s presence. “I know now doesn’t seem like the right time to ask you a favour,” Gerda said, calling her attention. “But… Could you stay with her until visiting hours are over, please? I promised I wouldn't leave her alone.”

“Of course,” Idunn said, her voice barely over a whisper.

With a heavy feeling in her stomach, Gerda brushed a few strands away from Elsa’s face. “I’ll be back soon, dear.” She smiled sadly at her and gave her a short kiss on her forehead before she followed the nurse out of the room.

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Gerda’s words and the chapter’s title were inspired by the homonymous song: It don’t matter to the sun by Rosie Thomas.

I want to apologise for not answering your reviews sooner. I’ve read them all and I loved each one of them, but I didn’t have too much time in my hands to reply. Now that the new chapter is out, I’ll take the time to get back to all of you. Rest assured I really appreciate every word, comment and reaction you guys have sent my way.

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#Søsken #Sosken #Anna #Kristoff #Elsa #Idunn #Iduna #Gerda #Kai #Agdar #Agnarr #modern au #frozen #frozen fanfiction #frozen fanfic #chapter 49

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virfujiwara · 1 year

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Goth and jock Helsa for @blue-pixiedust thank you so much!!

#Helsa #iceburns #Frozen #Disney Frozen #Modern AU #prince hans #hans westergaard #elsa of arendelle #Virfu makes art #do they hate each other do they love each other? I bet they want each other nevertheless

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beckerart · 5 months

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WIP (again)

Some Helsa wip, 'cause i can't draw anything else except them.

#frozen #helsa #frozen fanart #prince hans #illustration #digital art #digital drawing #procreate #elsa of arendelle #hans x elsa #modern au #art wip #current wip #wip #digital illustration #sleeping #iceburns

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booksteaandtoomuchtv · 9 months

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Witchy Woman (0.5/10)

AO3 | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10

LOOK AT THIS STUNNING ARTWORK BY @cocohook38

Summary: When Emma came into her position as Storybrooke Coven Leader, she ended things with the powerful Vampire Overlord, Killian Jones. She’s spent over a decade working alongside him and ignoring the growing tension between them.

During his best mate’s wedding, Killian decides he is done waiting. He is ready to have his mate back in his arms (and bed) again. Emma is not an easy woman to woo, but Killian has never backed down from a challenge.

When Emma’s jilted ex-boyfriend returns to town and Emma goes missing, Killian will stop at nothing to get her back and ensure that nothing can ever separate them again.

Rating: E

CW: Mention of domestic abuse, blood and blood drinking (vampires), threatening situations, minor violence, death, mention of parental death

Entry for Captain Swan Supernatural Summer 2023 (@cssns)

Tagging: @kmomof4, @undercaffinatednightmare, @jrob64, @zaharadessert, @elfiola, @anmylica, @tiganasummertree, @stahlop, @xarandomdreamx, @teamhook

Author Notes: Some aspects of this are based on the Stay a Spell series by Juliette Cross. If you haven’t read them, the books are very fun paranormal romance novels that you can devour in a week and apparently keep thinking about them for a few years until you do a rewrite and make it your CSSNS fic. (For clarity: The storyline is new, but the relationship arc is loosely Ruben and Jules.) I hope everyone has had an incredible Captain Swan Supernatural Summer. It has been such a treat reading everyone's amazing stories and seeing all the lovely art.

I could not have written this without the cheering and support of @kmomof4 and many other ladies on the CSMM Discord. They continue to be the most encouraging group. I am always excited to share my silly words and little sketches with them.

A massive thank you to @ultraluckycatnd for her time, patience, and feedback. Beta-ing is always hard work. Beta-ing for a self-conscious tinkerer is all the more challenging. Thank you!

A tremendous thank you to @cocohook38 for the beautiful artwork. I have always adored your work and having something drawn by you that was ‘inspired’ by my silly words is a bit of a dream come true. (I squealed with utter delight upon seeing your initial sketches the first time. AMAZING!!) Thank you! <3 <3 <3

As always, a thank you is owed to my spouse for being "volunteered" to be the alpha-reader and writing partner for this fic and for bringing so many cups of hot tea and snack plates at odd hours.

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Fifteen Years Ago…

Emma’s breath caught at the beauty of the vampire before her; the waves of his dark hair begged her to run her hands through it, his sharp jaw, framed by auburn stubble, was softened by a crooked smile that was melting her resolve. She didn’t think she would ever get used to the way just the sight of him affected her. It wouldn’t be a problem much longer.

They’d only been together for a few weeks, but Emma felt lost in the depth of the connection that she shared with Killian. He seemed to read her moods and her thoughts as naturally as breathing and she felt him as if he were an extension of her own heart and mind.

As she approached where he worked, she tucked those thoughts away.

When he looked up at her and cocked his head, eyebrow raised, she savoured the adoration and openness that she saw in his eyes. She wasn’t ready for him to stop looking at her as if she were the most incredible thing that had ever happened to him. Just rip off the band-aid, Emma.

His expression changed to one of concern as he took in her erratic heartbeat and the sour scent of stress radiating from her. “Swan?”

The gentleness of his voice and the worry in his tone made her eyes prickle. She held on tightly to the tears; she would not cry. Not yet.

“Killian, I can’t… we can’t…” Her voice was stronger than she expected, but the words tore at the depths of her soul and shattered her heart. She took a breath and stored her heart away - the burning and ripping sensation too much to bear - before she continued. “We’re done.”

“Do I get a say in this?” Killian asked. The words were mild and light as if he were asking after their supper plans, but his eyes were narrowed- gauging the situation and seeking out alternate avenues.

Emma let out a humourless laugh. “It won’t change anything. We can’t be together.”

He stared at her for a long moment, before he replied. When he did speak, his voice was broken with emotion, “One day, Emma, you will have to open your heart for someone. If ever you are done playing the coward, I hope that you will find whatever it is that I couldn’t give you. And, I truly hope that you never feel even a quarter of the pain that I feel now.”

A storm of emotions flashed in his eyes, but he quickly hid it away beneath the calm and collected demeanour he had honed over the centuries of his long life. He kissed her gently on the forehead before he vanished into the evening.

Once he was too far for her to sense, her knees buckled and the ground rushed to catch her. His warm embrace was replaced by the damp grass soaking through her jeans. As her tears fell heavily down her face, she balled up against the sobs slamming through her. She was in too many pieces scattered about too effectively to ever be whole again.

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avitha · 6 months

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Trying Something New ✨

#frozen #frohana #kristanna #kristanna family #elsa #anna #kristoff #fankids #fan oc #disney kids #modern au #fanart #disney fanart #avitha #avitha101 #stefan #erling

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midnight-raven · 7 months

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Rise of the Brave Tangled Frozen Dragons: Friends AU

The Big Six AU: I’ll Be There For You

In the big city, six young adults navigate their way through life as they pursue their dreams while supporting one another as friends.

Hiccup works at his Uncle Gobber’s Auto Body Shop and lives with his cat friend; Toothless. Rapunzel is an art student and part-time waitress at the Snuggly Duckling Café. Merida is a strong-headed athlete that wants to build her own life rather than follow what her mother wants. Jack Frost is a fun seeker and coach for a youth hockey team. Elsa is a former figure skater that recently moved into the city with her younger sister, and Anna is a volunteer at the pet shelter looking for love in the big city.

#Rise of the Brave Tangled Frozen Dragons #The Big Six #Friends AU #Modern AU #Hiccup Haddock #Rapunzel #Merida DunBroch #Jack Frost #Elsa #Anna #Rise of the Brave Tangled Dragons #Rapunzel Corona #Elsa Arendelle #Anna Arendelle

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fromthestonymountains · 11 months

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My PC power supply blew up the other day, and it fried the motherboard on its way out...

So I'm without means of drawing new material, hence my attempts at trying to entertain you all with existing stuff!

Here's my Modern AU version of Cassandra and Elsa. Do we think these outfits suit them?

#cassandra tangled #elsa frozen #tangled #tangled the series #frozen #disney #casselsa #modern au #outfit #Jessica Jones outfit #power suit

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simp-for-elsa · 1 year

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Kiss Kiss

Modern AU

Ship: Elsa x fem!lightning!Reader

Prompt: Well, that was one New Year's kiss you wouldn't forget any time soon.

Summary: After your best friend kisses you in hopes of a relationship the following year, she's all you can think about for months. Then fate takes a chance and the two of you find yourselves alone together for one of the first times in forever.

Part 1

#elsa x reader #elsa x fem!reader #coming soon #modern au #elsa frozen #elsa of arendelle #elsa

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letocles · 1 year

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#hiccelsa #hiccup x elsa #hiccup httyd #elsa x hiccup #hiccup #elsa frozen #disney elsa #modern au

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bad-at-names-and-faces · 7 months

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Porch Swing

@flufftober

Day 7 with modern AU Anna and Elsa...

Anna sat on the porch swing, quietly watching the people go by. This had been where she liked to sit as a child, wanting to talk to the people she saw, but feeling that she shouldn’t. She and Elsa had shared the house for several years now, but Elsa had gotten a new job out of state, and Anna needed to get used to the idea of living by herself.

Of course, Elsa had reminded Anna that she could get roommates. She might.

Elsa pulled up with a trailer hitched to her car.

“You ready?” Elsa asked her.

“Not really.”

#flufftober2023 #frozen #anna & elsa #modern au #100 word drabble #day 7

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lelitachay · 5 months

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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.

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With the dawn, what comes then?

The moment Kristoff had told her Elsa was in the ICU, she knew things were most certainly serious, but not once had she imagined her sister’s health would be so seriously compromised.

As soon as Anna had walked into the director's office, where Kai and Gerda had already been waiting for them, she knew they were bound to get bad news. She wasn’t naive and knew exactly what the downcast looks meant. The atmosphere was gloomy and the way Gerda averted her eyes when they entered told Anna everything she needed to know.

To make matters worse, Nielsen had taken upon himself to explain the situation the very moment they sat down. Asking for them to listen, not even giving Kristoff a second to address his parents or gather himself. The doctor, being a lot more serious than he had been in the evening, when Anna had met him, explained to them everything that was going on. And with every new piece of information given, Anna had felt her stomach tightening and her heart thumping more and more loudly.

Elsa’s health was steadily deteriorating. She was struggling to overcome what her own body was causing. Within a matter of hours, her body had begun developing an immune reaction that was now turning against herself. The fever had not only spiked to dangerous levels, she had also had trouble breathing and her blood pressure had dropped so low they feared she could go into shock at any given minute. And in order to prevent it, the doctors had been forced to start an IV treatment on her, sedating and intubating her to make sure her oxygen levels remained stable — Anna hadn’t been entirely sure what it all meant, but the look Gerda sent their way did nothing to appease her.

Throughout the explanation, Anna had been able to keep herself in check. She had focused on the hard data, trying to detach the person from the information given, forcing herself to forget for a moment the patient they were talking about was her sister. But as soon as Nielsen was over and Kai and Kristoff began asking questions, she found herself powerless in holding back the tears. No matter the words Nielsen tried to use, she knew deep down that everything they were discussing meant there could be dire consequences for Elsa in the future if things didn't improve. And while Kai had tried to remain more optimistic, asking about the recovery process and what to expect from it — a process that seemed arduous even for someone who didn’t have deep revulsion for hospitals like Elsa did — Kristoff had been more blunt, asking exactly what they were all thinking:

Will she be okay?

It seemed like a logical thing to ask, the most important, even; but Anna knew Kai had refrained from asking it himself in fear of what Nielsen could say.

She’s receiving the care she needs; but sadly, the mortality rate is up to 40%.

Nothing had helped lessen the blow then. A moment after hearing his answer, Kristoff had excused himself, leaving the office before Anna or Kai could stop him. Anna had tried to follow him, but Gerda had put a hand on her arm stopping her. The old woman murmured something about giving him a minute or two on his own, and she also requested Anna to stay so one of them knew what they had agreed to do about Elsa's powers. Not wanting to go against her mother-in-law’s suggestion, and unsure of what else to do, Anna had stayed. Frozen in her seat, she had listened to the rest of the conversation in silence.

Deep down, Anna felt it was a bit cruel on Nielsen and the director’s part to force the old couple to discuss the details on how to tell the staff about Elsa’s powers at that moment. It was clear Kai and Gerda were trying to stay focused on the conversation, even though their sad looks told a different story. However, she refrained from arguing or stopping the conversation, thinking that perhaps focusing on their next tasks helped them cope with the situation a lot better.

The discussion dragged well into the night, as names and names of medical staff available to look after Elsa had been mentioned and considered. Finally, after what seemed to be the longest meeting Anna had ever been part of, the parts reached an agreement when the clock on the wall had struck the witching hour. And before Anna had time to see what was going on, she found herself standing in a cold and empty hall with Gerda standing by her side.

Her parents-in-law then discussed a few more details with each other, away from the director’s earshot; and when they both reached an agreement of their own, Kai disappeared into the office once again. She knew the situation was delicate and it was important to be sure the people they selected were to trust, but still there was a part of Anna that couldn’t comprehend the amount of tiny things to consider.

A moment after Kai had left them on their own, Gerda put a comforting hand around Anna’s arm and she had led her down the hall into a small room not far from the ICU. Kristoff had been waiting there, sitting in one of the small chairs all by himself, arms resting on his knees and his head hanging low.

Anna had tried talking to him, giving him a dose of that overoptimistic side of hers, when she noticed his red eyes, but she hadn’t found anything worth saying. After trying — and failing — to find the right words, she had sat down by his side in complete silence. Gerda had stayed as well, sitting next to her son, keeping a comforting hand on his back, trying to offer them some comfort, even when she couldn’t find solace herself.

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Numb. That was the only way Anna could describe the way she felt. The news about Elsa’s condition had felt like a blow. It had come unexpectedly and with such a strong force that left her feeling dazed and disoriented. Sitting in the cold room with Kristoff and Gerda felt wrong and useless. And no matter how much she wanted to help, she couldn’t come up with anything. Making her head feel even more muddled.

After what seemed to be hours, the glass door that led into the room opened and Nielsen came in, followed by Kai. They were still talking to one another and the doctor was carrying a binder under his arm.

“Gerda,” Nielsen said, calling the woman’s attention as soon as the door closed behind Kai. “Given your experience and knowledge, the clinic has granted you the possibility to stay by Elsa’s side. You have no say in the treatment or the medical practices since you’re too attached to her, but you can help whenever you’re needed. Once inside, you answer to the staff’s orders. Is that clear?”

She seemed to listen to him, but it was obvious she couldn’t find the strength to raise her eyes and meet his. Anna’s heart broke for her mother-in-law at that moment. No matter what blood said, Elsa was her daughter. Despite the heartbreaking news, she was Elsa’s most trusted carer, forcing her to be up to anything at any given time, even when she couldn’t hold her head up.

Nielsen, used to dealing with similar situations and ignoring the obvious sorrow in her eyes, handed the old woman some files for her to sign. Gerda took a moment to read them before she signed them and handed them back as she stood up, ready to go to her daughter’s side.

When Nielsen and Gerda were about to leave the room, Kristoff rose from his seat and asked, “Can I see her?” It was the first time he spoke since he had left the director’s office and Anna noticed he still had a lump in his throat.

Gerda offered him a sad smile and caressed his cheek before she answered. “Not now, dear. They’re about to move her to a private room. Once she’s stable we may talk about it.”

“And even then,” Nielsen interrupted. “We can’t promise frequent visits. It’ll all depend on her recovery. You’ll have to wait.”

“What if she doesn’t recover?” Kristoff asked, surprising everyone in the room.

“Kristoff, please,” Gerda murmured, finding the thought unsettling.

“I need to know.” Kristoff said, looking at Gerda with pleading eyes before he turned to Nielsen. “I’d like to see her at least once.”

“You’ll see your sister again,” Nielsen said, holding Kristoff’s gaze. “That I promise.” The doctor then looked at Gerda again and insisted it was best for them to go into the ICU.

She nodded, but before she followed Nielsen out of the room, she turned to Kristoff and whispered something Anna couldn’t hear.

When they were out of the room, Kai took Gerda’s place standing in front of his son and placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. “Things will be okay, son. Now come on,” he said “We’ve got to go.”

“Go?”

“I need you to take me home.”

“You’re leaving?” Kristoff said, baffled.

“I haven’t got my car here,” he explained. “I’d like to go get it and then go to the police station.”

Anna noticed the way Kristoff’s fists tightened, hands slightly shaking. He was quick to force them to stop, pretending nothing was wrong, but Anna knew he was feeling incredibly powerless under so much stress. She wished he’d allow himself to cry or curse or yell for a moment, finally letting go of all the pent up sadness and tension. She didn't think it could be healthy to keep everything inside. Though, to her disappointment, he only straightened his back and paid attention to his father.

“Take me home,” Kai requested. “Then go home and get some sleep. At least a short nap in a proper bed.”

A faint smile drew in Anna’s face at the small, protective squeeze Kai gave Kristoff’s shoulder as he spoke. No matter how serious and unaffected Kai seemed to be, Anna knew that deep down he was only pretending to stay strong for his family.

“What about Elsa?” Kristoff asked, looking over his father's shoulder at the door where Gerda and Nielsen had disappeared.

“Your mother will stay with her, of course.” Kai smiled sadly as he looked in the same direction. “No one’s moving Gerda from her side.”

Anna understood perfectly what he meant. After having heard the stories Elsa shared with her, after long hours studying together, she knew how much love the old woman had for her adoptive daughter. She couldn’t phantom the idea of Gerda leaving Elsa on her own now that she’d been allowed to stay by her side.

“And don't worry about your mother,” Kai continued, knowing well Kristoff would continue disagreeing. “I'll go talk to the chief, fill out some forms, and ask for a few days off. I'll be back in an hour or two.”

“That's too long.” Kristoff insisted, unsure about leaving. “Take a cab. I'll stay.”

“There's nothing you can do here,” Kai said with a sigh, as if he knew this was going to happen from the very beginning. “Only Gerda is allowed in Elsa's room. And your mother has Nielsen. He might seem too harsh at times, but they’ve been friends for years. He will help her and Elsa with anything they need.”

Kristoff looked at the glass door once again and then he turned to Anna, hoping she’d have something to say in the matter. But once again, Anna had no idea what to say. She couldn’t help but feeling whatever she said would be the wrong thing at that moment.

“I don't know… I feel awful leaving,” He finally said, when he realised Anna wouldn’t pick sides.

Tightening his hold on his son’s shoulder, Kai insisted, “You need to take a shower and rest…” He pointed to his son’s work clothes, as if it was all the proof he needed. “Not to mention go to work in only a couple of hours.”

Looking down, Kristoff sighed and admitted, "I don't think I can go to work anytime soon.”

Surprising both Kristoff and Anna, Kai smiled and pulled Kristoff into his arms into a tight embrace. "I can't blame you," the old man whispered. "But we might need your help in the near future. Someone to help us take care of Elsa. I don't want you to have problems at work when the time comes.”

Anna's eyes brimmed with tears at the peculiar love display from her father-in-law. It only served to prove how serious the situation was, and how much the stoic man needed some comfort as well.

"But—"

"Let's go, Kristoff, please." Kai begged, finally letting go of his son, but keeping both hands on his shoulders so he’d look at him. "We can argue all you want on the way home, but I need to stop at the police station before meeting some nurses in a couple of hours."

Sighing deeply, Kristoff combed back his hair with his hands, trying to release some stress. “I guess there is no reason to stay in these awful plastic chairs,” he finally accepted. Turning to Anna, he offered her his hand and helped her to her feet. “Come on. Let's go.”

She stood up, unsure of what else to do but follow them. Facing Kai, she dared speak for the first time. Hoping it wasn’t too late to show Kristoff she had his back. “Are you sure Gerda will be okay on her own?”

Kai nodded with a small smile. “I'll be before she knows I’m gone. Don't worry.” He then watched them for a moment, before calling their attention one last time.

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As they left the hospital, Anna took some distance from the men in front of her, walking a few steps behind Kai and Kristoff, absorbed in her own thoughts. Her mind kept going back to Elsa and how sick she had seemed to be in the early evening when she left the Bjorgman’s house. She felt like an idiot for wasting minutes, sitting by Elsa’s side before she went to look for Gerda. She felt useless for it, though deep down she knew she couldn’t place the blame on herself. No one could. They all had tried to help Elsa the best way they could, trying in the process to keep Elsa’s wishes in mind.

When they left the wards, Anna suddenly remembered about Marshall and his worried look as he was left in the waiting room on his own. Looking around, she hoped she could see him, let him know what was going on, even if she was certain the news was going to crush him.

To her disappointment, the mountaineer wasn’t there. And she couldn’t blame him for leaving; after all, he had been forced to stay outside for hours. Being kept in the dark of what was going on, and unsure of when he’d get some news. When she peeked at the clock, she was surprised to see it was already half past five, proving his decision was only logical. Anyone would have gotten sick of the uncertainty and the waiting at some point.

She exited the building and began walking towards the car park, still lost in her own thoughts, when she heard Kai call the mountaineer’s name.

“Hålkesen, you’re still here,” he exclaimed, unable to hide the surprise in his voice. “I was certain you had left hours ago.”

Looking up, Anna hurried to Kristoff’s side who was only a few steps behind his father. That’s when she saw Marshall. He was sitting in the hood of his old truck, arms resting on his knees, and his head hanging low. He barely raised his head at the mention of his name, but he made sure to look at Kai as he spoke. Anna also noticed he tried, and failed, to hide a brown bottle in between his knees.

“Thank you for your help tonight,” Kai said, barely stopping in front of him. “My son will take me home now.”

“Yes, sir,” Marshall murmured with a nod of his head.

He was trying to be as respectful as ever, but Anna knew there was some resentment behind his words.

“You should go home and rest.” Kai finally said, not giving him a second glance, as he began walking towards Kristoff’s truck on the other side of the car park.

Anna stopped in front of Marshall, offering him a small smile. She looked at Kristoff, hoping he’d be the one to deliver the news to him; but, to her displeasure, Kristoff only followed his father in silence, too lost in his own thoughts to even address the man who had been helping his family all evening. Feeling bad for Marshall, Anna stayed, wondering how exactly she could tell him what they had been told. She could understand the annoyed glance Marshall sent Kristoff and Kai, but she wished he wouldn’t let his anger on her. After all, she agreed with him. It was unfair to leave him off after everything he had done. For some reason, it didn’t seem to be enough for Kai to stop and talk to him for at least two minutes.

“Anna, you coming?”

She heard Kristoff call her name in the distance, and for a short moment she almost followed him. But then she remembered her mother’s car was parked only a few metres away from where she was standing. “Mum’s car is over here. I'll see you in a couple of hours, okay? Try to get some sleep, honey.”

Kristoff smiled at her in the distance and promised to do so, before he finally got in the driver seat of his truck. Anna watched them leave and only then she turned to Marshall once again.

“I didn’t know you were out here,” she said, finally breaking the uncomfortable silence.

Marshall raised his head, finally looking back at her. His grey eyes looked a lot darker in the dim light of dawn; yet, she could still see that what she thought to be anger and resentment was mostly sadness.

“I couldn’t stand the ticking of the clock,” he said in a low voice. “It was driving me insane.”

Anna nodded, even though she wasn’t sure which clock he was talking about. “May I?” she said, pointing to the empty space on the hood by his side.

Marshall nodded and moved slightly to the left, to make sure they both could sit. Not caring about her presence, he then raised the bottle to his lips and took a long sip from whatever it was he was drinking.

“Did you get to see her?” he asked when she made herself as comfortable as possible in the cold metal hood next to him. The smell of his breath confirmed what she already suspected: it wasn’t the first bottle of the night.

“No,” she answered, trying to ignore the unhealthy coping mechanism. “Only Gerda is allowed in her room.”

“Is there a diagnosis?” He wasn’t slurring in his speech and he was asking coherent things, to which Anna was thankful, at least he was not drunk.

“No test results yet,” she made sure to clarify. “But Nielsen said it's most certainly sepsis. I suppose you know what it is…” She hoped he did since she had no idea how to explain the things Nielsen had told them in a matter of minutes.

His deep long sigh told Anna he knew exactly what she was talking about, and his discouraged reaction did nothing to help Anna stay any positive.

After a long, uncomfortable silence, he turned to look at her with sad eyes. “How is she?”

For a moment Anna thought about lying, making him believe things were not as bad as Nielsen had said. But there was no reason to. With his experience, he’d be a lot more ready to face the truth than they were, even when he looked as if he was about to crumble. She looked down, wishing he didn't, and said the only thing that came to mind. “Not good.” Not good didn’t even begin to explain what was going on, but she had no idea what else to say.

“Her vitals aren’t stable yet…” It wasn't a question. He already knew. But Anna understood he was looking for confirmation of some kind.

“No,” she said, not meeting his eyes. “They're quite concerned about her oxygen levels.”

“Fuck.” he muttered as he ran his hand through his hair and let it rest on the back of his neck, as he hand his head low once again.

She could hear the worry in his voice even though he had muttered the word so low she almost didn't hear him. Anna looked up at the changing colours of the sky as she tried to give themselves a moment to gather their thoughts.

After a couple of minutes, in which none said a word, Anna turned to him, wanting to ask him about something Nielsen had said and she hadn’t truly understood. “Nielsen said something about people going into septic shock when they can’t help patients soon enough…”

Alarmed at what she had just said, Marshall left the bottle behind them and grabbed Anna’s shoulder so she’d look at him. “She hasn’t gone into septic shock, has she?”

Taken aback by his sudden reaction, Anna took a few deep breaths to calm her own racing heart. “No. Not yet, at least. He said they’re doing everything in their powers to avoid it. I know it’s stupid to ask but… It isn't good, is it?”

Sighing in relief, he let go of her shoulder and leaned forwards, resting his arms on his knees once again. “No. Even if she pulls through, it can cause some serious permanent damage.”

Anna felt her chest tightening once again. The idea of Elsa not making it was enough to make her want to crawl in bed and cry her heart out. But now that Marshall was confirming she could end up living the rest of her life with serious physical or mental damage, she couldn’t help but wonder if it wasn’t selfish to wish she made it out at all costs. The mere thought of her sister having to endure any of those things, made it impossible for Anna to hold back the tears at that moment. And before she knew it, the dam broke.

Hiding her face in her hands, she allowed herself to cry out all the sadness and worry of the last few hours. She was relieved to know she didn't need to be strong in front of Marshall as she needed to be in front of Kristoff. She didn't care if she made the mountaineer uncomfortable, or her cries made him worry even more. What was going on felt like too much to even pretend she could bear it.

“She was okay a few hours ago,” she tried to say I'm between sobs. “I mean, she clearly wasn't okay but—” Taking in a deep breath, she tried to order her words. “It was just a fever. I never thought… Life's not fair.”

Moving closer, Marshall put his arm around Anna's shoulder, giving her an awkward side hug. “I'm so sorry, Anna.” She felt him tightening his grip in an attempt to soothe her pain. “I should've done something sooner.”

“This isn't your fault,” Anna managed to say.

“Not my fault?” Marshall exclaimed, as if he was offended she didn’t think so. “I knew she needed proper medical care when she first got injured and I didn’t help her. I let her powers distract me from what was truly important.”

The scowl on his face was enough to tell Anna he truly believed he was the one to blame, and she couldn't accept it. No matter what had happened, Anna knew Marshall was not guilty. He was incapable of hurting Elsa; just a glance told her he'd change places with her at that very moment if he only could. But she also knew he was a stubborn man who wouldn't accept otherwise unless he was proven wrong.

“Those bandages are from that night, aren't they?” Anna pointed out when she calmed her breathing. “Elsa told me she hurt you.”

“Huh?” Looking down, he paid attention to his bandages for the first time that day. “Yes, her ice burnt my skin. But she didn't hurt me. Not on purpose.”

“You had more than one reason to lose focus, Marshall.” After drying a couple more tears, Anna cleared her throat. She wanted him to listen to her and trust what she was saying. “You can't blame yourself.”

“What about the other day?” He asked, now looking back at her. “I knew she had a high fever yet I didn't help her until it was too late.”

“Too late?”

“I gave the infection a head start,” he admitted. “I should’ve checked her hand in the morning, as soon as she woke up. It was obvious she was feeling sick and I just suggested she sleep it off.”

“Marshall—”

“I was selfish…” he said, letting go of her. “I wanted her to stay with me a bit longer.”

Even if it was the closest he had ever come to admitting loving Elsa, Anna couldn't rejoice at it. It was bittersweet at most. Anna felt it was incredibly unfair for him to be blaming himself just because he had wanted to spend some more time with her. Anna wasn’t sure if Elsa and Marshall had spent the night together or not, but something had clearly changed between them that night, and now Marshall couldn't look back at that moment without feeling extremely guilty. And Anna hated it.

“Elsa made her own choices, Marshall.” She knew it was useless to argue, but she had to try. “Running away from you, lying to Kai and Gerda about what really happened, even hiding her pain… Those were her choices.”

“Two nights ago, when we talked,” he clarified. “She looked exhausted.” He was angry now, and Anna understood there weren't many things she could say to change his mind. “I should've known something wasn't right.”

“You had no way of knowing. You can't blame yourself.”

He didn't answer and he didn't look at her either. He simply stayed silent, head hanging low. Anna didn't know him as well as Elsa did, and half the things she believed to be true about the man were her own conjectures, but she knew she couldn't let him believe he was to blame for the way things had turned. If something were to happen to her sister, it'd be too much for him to bear.

“Elsa loves you.” Perhaps she was crossing a line. And perhaps she was getting his hopes up. But as long as it helped him find some peace of mind, then she'd rather do it. “She may not show it. She may not know it, actually… but I know she does.” Anna had his attention, even when he wasn't looking at her. “And I know she wouldn't let anyone blame you for what happened. What makes you think she'd let you blame yourself?”

To Anna’s surprise, Marshall didn’t answer. He only hid his face in his hands and drew in a shaky breath. She knew he was trying to process everything that was going on in just a few minutes and she felt it was best to give him a moment. No matter how close they had strangely become lately, Anna knew he was still a reserved man, who probably needed time to think before he did.

Putting her hands behind her, Anna rested her weight on her arms in an attempt to look at the sky while she gave him some time to get himself together. And in doing so, she knocked down the bottle he had placed behind them. The drink spilled and she was quick to pick it up, avoiding a bigger mess.

She looked at the label and then at Marshall. The drink wasn’t strong. Just a light beer. But still, the fact he had chosen to drink his worry away didn’t set well with Anna. If not for the mountaineer’s health, for her own sister’s happiness. Deep down Anna wanted to believe they were a perfect match for each other, but she wouldn’t root for a person who could end up hurting her sister in the long run.

Not holding herself back, she leaned forward to meet his eyes. “And she wouldn't like to see you drinking over this.”

Marshall sighed once more, and finally let go of his face. Looking at Anna, he took the bottle from her hand. “I know.” He looked at the liquid inside for a short moment and then decided to pour it on the ground. “She's the only person who has ever kept count of how many beers I drink whenever we hang out.” Leaning back, he rested his weight on his elbows and looked up at the sky. “I don't know why she does it, but she always gives me a warning when I drink more than two.”

“Because she cares,” Anna said matter-of-factly. Looking around, she tried to see if there were any other bottles lying at the side of the truck. “How many have you drunk?”

“This was the third one.”

“So… you've had more than two.”

Marshall smiled, thankful for what she was doing and Anna felt relieved he didn’t mind she was taking up her sister’s role at that moment. Anna smiled back before she said, “Do you have a place to stay? I don't think you should go back to the mountain after—”

“I'm not drunk, Anna.” Marshall stopped her, dropping his smile. “I just had a long night.”

“We all did.”

The two of them looked at each other, daring the other to contradict them. And to Anna’s surprise, he was the first to relent.

“I was planning on staying at my mother’s for a day or two,” he said with a tired sigh. “She lives close by.”

“Okay, that’s good.” She wouldn’t admit how thankful she was at not having to convince him. Jumping off the hood, she began walking towards her mother's car before she turned around and said, “Let's go.”

“What?”

“I'm taking you home. Come on.”

Sitting up straighter, he exclaimed, “I’m sitting on my truck. There's no need to drive me anywhere.”

“I won't let you drive like this. Besides, I'll feel more useful taking you home than sitting here until you sober up.”

He smiled again when he had finally understood she was only trying to return the favour of the night before.

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After dropping Marshall off, and promising to call him as soon as she got some news, Anna drove back home. The city was already awake by the time she finally arrived, so she wasn’t surprised to find both her parents awake. What did shock her was to find them arguing so early in the day.

Even if fights between her parents had been rare when she was growing up, she now was becoming accustomed to them. The truth about Elsa coming to light had broken something in her family, and no matter how hard Idunn and Agdar had tried to pretend they could overcome any storm together, Anna knew they were drifting apart as the months went by.

There were days she wished things would’ve stayed the same, at least to find some comfort whenever she came home. But deep down, she felt it was only fair they had to endure some consequences for their actions all those years ago.

Walking into the dining room, she threw her keys onto the table and sat down with a heavy sigh. Idunn and Agdar, still unaware of her presence, kept arguing in the kitchen, and she tried to listen to the things they were saying. Wondering if intervening was worth it, Anna pushed the idea aside after a minute. She couldn’t focus on them at that moment. Her head was pounding and the only thing she could think about was her sister. Her conversation with Marshall on the way to his mother’s house had helped them find some much distraction; but now that she was alone, she felt the worry and fear for her sister’s health returning.

Even if things began to improve in the next few hours, there were no guarantees Elsa wouldn't end up with severe health problems. And the more she thought about it, the more Anna felt like crying. Her sister had gone through so much in her life at a young age, and apparently it hadn't been enough. Making Anna think that whatever Elsa had done in a previous life had to be terrible enough to justify even half of the things she had to go through in this one.

She wasn’t sure how much time went by until she heard the argument in the other room come to a stop, and a few seconds later she saw her mother walking into the dining room where she was still sitting.

“Anna!” Idunn exclaimed, when she finally noticed she had returned. “Dear, when did you come back? How’s your sister?”

“Could you two stop arguing for a moment?” Anna said, trying not to show how incredibly close she was from breaking down.

Clearly uncomfortable at having been heard, Idunn turned her face to the kitchen and then to her once again, unsure of what to say.

“The day hasn't started,” Anna continued. “Yet you're doing your absolute best to irritate each other.”

“Anna…”

“We were not fighting,” Agdar, who had just entered the room, said suddenly, interrupting Idunn before she got the chance to speak.

“Sure.” Anna wasn’t often sarcastic around Agdar, but she couldn’t stand it when he tried to downplay the things going on around them. “And things haven't been uncomfortably tense between you two for days either.”

“Dear, there are some things that—”

“I don't want to know what happened.” Anna stopped her before she said too much. She had to deal with too much crap and bad news already, the last thing she needed was to get involved in their problems. “I just want to have one less thing to worry about. Stop arguing.”

“Well, this is our house. And we've got the right to—” Agdar tried to say, clearly bothered by Anna’s tone, but before he could say anything else, Anna interrupted.

“Yes, you do.” She said, her eyes filling up with tears. “All I'm saying is your problems are not the only ones that matter. So, excuse me for feeling like shit already and not wanting to hear you two going at each other as soon as I come back home from the hospital!”

“Hospital?” Dropping his defensive mood, Agdar lowered his voice and asked, “What do you mean hospital? What happened?”

“How's Elsa?” Idunn asked in a low voice, her concern for her eldest daughter returning.

“Elsa?” Agdar looked at his wife and then at Anna once again. “What happened to her?”

“An infection got out of control. She's unconscious and they don't know if she'll make it.” Anna answered, avoiding her parents' eyes. She tried to talk fast and give all the information to her parents before she broke down, but she couldn’t really keep the tears at bay.

Anna felt terrible, not only for Elsa but for her mother as well. No matter how mad she was at her parents for all the things they had done and continue doing, Anna was certain the love Idunn had for Elsa was real, and she wasn’t strong enough to watch her heart break over the news.

No one said anything for over a minute and Anna felt it was necessary to raise her head and make sure they understood what she had just said. And when she did, she noticed Idunn was frozen in place, her tear-filled eyes looking straight back at her.

“Not make it?” Agdar asked when Anna turned to look at him. “Anna, do you mean…” He didn’t find the courage to ask what he wanted and Anna couldn’t blame him.

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For the next hour, Anna tried her best to fill her parents in on what had happened. It had proven to be a difficult task, since she had to go back several days to let them make sense of everything that was going on. More than once she noticed they had been about to ask questions about Elsa and how she was feeling, but Anna had kept on talking, knowing the most important thing at that moment was Elsa’s health.

When she finished speaking, the only thing that could be heard in the house were Idunn’s failed attempts to stop herself from crying. As soon as Anna had explained in detail Elsa’s diagnosis — and the things Nielsen had said — her mother had broken down in tears, and there seemed to be nothing that could make her stop.

“How didn't she notice?” Agdar was the first to talk, when after some minutes of Anna trying to calm her mother down had seemed to work. “Her hand must have been hurting a lot…”

Anna caressed her mother’s hand with her thumb once more before she looked at her father. “She hasn't been in a good place lately.” She felt strange finally sharing the things that had been worrying her about Elsa, but she couldn’t find a good way to explain the situation without sharing more of Elsa’s life with them. “The night she cut her hand open, she lost control of her powers and hurt someone she loves by mistake. She came to town to get away from him and hide, but there are things she could not escape. She ignored her wound until it was already infected, too concerned about other things at the time. To make matters worse, the infection developed fast.” She remembered Nielsen admitting he was disconcerted about how fast it all had happened. “It’s not uncommon, but they'll still try to find a reason. See if her immune system is impaired in some way.”

“Is there anything we can do?” Agdar asked in a low voice, lost at how to help in such a delicate situation.

“There isn't much to do but wait…” Anna sighed, as she looked at her mother once again. It broke her heart to see her inconsolable. But no matter what Anna said, she knew it was going to be a lie. The truth was there wasn’t much to do but wait and hope things turned up for the best. She could only expect the new day would bring something to look forward to.

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First of all, I want to apologise for the long wait. I truly wanted to publish this during October but life has been hectic lately. I haven’t had a weekend for myself in over a month, except for a few hours here or there. Work, friends’ visits, helping other friends move house, being a presiding officer twice in the last month (general elections and the subsequent ballotage)... I’m exhausted, really. And I still need to face the end of the year and the piles and piles of exams to correct. These things have consumed too much time leaving little to no time to sit and write. I kept writing here or there whenever I could, but when I sat down to check what I had written I felt like it was garbish and I started again. So, that’s that. The good thing is I’m doing good and it’s just lack of time and not lack of inspiration that's stopping me. I’m all the time plotting and writing down ideas, and that’s good for the story.

Now, about the chapter, I know some of you may feel like time stood still in this chapter but I wanted to take the time and see what went through Anna’s head during the night. Even though Elsa is the person who connects everybody in this story, I think Anna is the bridge between the two sides (or three if you consider Marshall to be on an entirely different side of things.) And well, I wanted to see how she dealt with everything that’s going on.

I hope you have enjoyed the chapter, regardless of what you expected to read in it. But rest assured that I’ll tackle all — or at least most — of the details I’ve left open in the story so far, and that you’ve been mentioning in the comments. As always, thank you for commenting about those things and leaving such amazing messages and analyses. I’m surprised at how many of you are health professionals, and even more surprised to see that you have taken the time to leave a diagnosis or shown concern about Elsa’s health! It warms my heart the attention to detail you guys show me, truly. I hope my story keeps you company during long shifts at work or when you come home tired. Thank you for your hard work and dedication to help people! Thank you as well to all the other readers who haven’t commented but always show their love through kudos or shares. When I first started this story, I made it clear that I was going to finish it because I was writing it for myself, and it was a personal challenge, but now I feel like this story wouldn’t have come this far without you. So, thank you!

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A little modern Anna and Elsa for funzies

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Strange Sight - A Hiccelsa Story pt 1. - A Helping Hand

Some Hiccelsa goodness for anyone who wants. Title inspired by the song by KT Tunstall. Hiccup and Elsa belong to Dreamworks and Disney respectively.

Provence, south of France, was the perfect region to spend the summer. Trees and vegetation were as lush as any northern part of Europe could get, but complemented by the golden tan of rocky formations upon which villages and holiday homes were situated. Adding to the sights and smells were rows of lavender, as purple as amethyst bobbing in the gentle breeze.

The tall, brown-haired, freckle-faced young man, Harrison ‘Hiccup’ Haddock, had dressed for the weather in a green T-shirt, tan shorts and moccasins. ‘Hiccup.’ as he had eventually grown accustomed to being nicknamed, headed through the front door of his newly-rented holiday cottage to unload the last of some maintenance equipment from his black Land Rover. Even on vacation, it took a lot to separate Hiccup from his very own motorcycle machinery that he would tinker with in search of a new innovation that he could soon introduce to the gear-heads that made his target audience. Toothless, his well-built black labrador lay splayed across the cooling stone floor, so Hiccup had to take big steps over those legs and floppy ears of his. He trudged to the Rover and pulled open the boot, before hoisting the case of equipment up in both hands. He had been saving his strength for the heavier stuff, but he still staggered from the weight. Not even the flexible black rods of his prosthetic left leg helped much. “Woah…” the brunette went, clinging onto the heavy case and spreading his feet, his living one and his metal one, to try and balance himself. He had trained himself to cope with a prosthetic, even ride a bike with one, but it still surprised him just what types of situations an artificial limb could bring about. “Aw, no, don't do this - no!” Hiccup yelled, the case tipping out of his hands, landing onto the pebble-strewn ground. What didn’t help was the tools and engine components spilling out, the lid half-open from the impact at which it had fallen.

“Are you okay?” A female voice from behind caught Hiccup by slight surprise. “Wha - uh, sorry?” Frustrated by his situation, he turned to find the source of the voice; a blond young woman in an ankle-length royal blue gown standing behind him.

“I’m sorry, I’m - I’m sorry, can I help, ma’am?” Hiccup awkwardly asked, feeling as though this somewhat wraith-like girl must have materialised out of practically nowhere. All the girl did was stand where she was with her long wispy hands respectably folded in front of her the way someone would when attending a formal occasion. “Oh, don’t worry, I was just wondering if ‘you’ needed help.” she answered kindly, not moving from where she stood.

Despite his aggravating business with that case, Hiccup had to take a moment to notice how easily he could call this lovely-looking girl a queen. Curiosity twinkled in her ice blue eyes and her snowy blond hair was neatly tied in an immaculate Dutch-braided bun. Her thin, delicate nose and rouge lips wonderfully accentuated the light, mild-mannered expression on her heart-shaped face. Her blue summer gown flowed in the cooling air while highlighting the hour-glass hips and showing off slim arms as pale as her impressively pretty face, but not pale to the point of looking unhealthy. What completed this look was the set of flat-soled silvery-blue pumps.

Awakening from his stare, Hiccup lightly shook his head. “I’m sorry, don’t worry. I got this, I think -” And he quickly turned to pick up the case. “Would you like a hand with that” the woman asked. There was not a hint of insistence in her soft-spoken voice. If Hiccup asked, she would probably leave. Good-looking as she was, the brunette had felt more prepared for some alone time with his labrador, seeing as how he wasn’t the biggest people’s person. He wrestled to push the clips back in place, sealing the spilt equipment back into the case. “I - I don’t know, this thing’s ‘very’ heavy.” he grunted, yanking one of its handles. The thing barely even budged, crunching along the pebbles. “I could take one end.” The young woman’s voice left Hiccup simply torn between politely refusing her assistance, or getting this stupidly heavy case indoors with an extra pair of hands. “You sure?” he asked, hoping he didn’t come across as attempting to drive the girl away. “It’s got a lot of tools for, like, engineering.” he explained to the woman, though she seemed to be actually listening, not turning away in boredom like he had expected. “Wow, ‘that’ heavy.” she commented humorously. “Well, I’ve had to get ‘my’ stuff in myself too. One more can’t hurt.” She was standing in front of that bigger house facing the cottage Hiccup had rented. And behind her was a sleek, gleaming convertible as silver and spotless as a freshly forged sword blade.

Something then made Hiccup look behind and notice, to even greater annoyance, Toothless was standing outside the cottage in front of the girl.

The girl was a little surprised to find the pitch black labrador staring up at her with wide hazel eyes and swishing his tail side-to-side. Next she smiled in adoration. “Oh...hello there.” she greeted and Toothless sat himself down with his mouth stretched into what seemed like a smile of his own. “Is this your dog?” the girl asked Hiccup. “Mine, and outside the house where he belongs. Sorry about this.” Hiccup bluntly replied, getting up. “Alright, Toothless, nothing to - er - see here. Go on, boy! Back you go. Ah - don’t give me that look!” Toothless was indeed giving him a look that appeared to suggest an immature pout. “Back!” Hiccup ordered, thrusting a finger to the cottage doorway. “Back you go, you useless hound!” “Don’t worry. He’s not doing any harm.” the girl assured, raising a hand. “Could I stroke him?” she then requested, and Toothless opened his mouth wide with his tail wagging even faster at this prospect. “Well…” Before Hiccup could continue, Toothless started to show his gums to the girl in that bizarre smile that gave him his name. The girl’s eyes went round in bemusement at how well the dog hid his canines, just goofily staring up at her and beating his tail against the ground. “You sure you want to?” Hiccup asked the girl, as he rather wished Toothless hadn’t brought this about. “Well…sure.” the blond answered, reaching out a fair-skinned hand for the dog’s head. When her fingers caressed Toothless’ fur, he simply reared his head back in sheer happiness. Hiccup rolled his eyes, but the girl gave his pet such a charming smile, he felt he was in no position to send him back in the house. “He’s so sweet…” the girl complemented, trailing her hand along Toothless’ head and making him pant in joy. “Oh, don’t let his good looks and charm fool you.” Hiccup mock-warned, folding his arms. “When he gets an admirer, he’s got you wrapped round his - well - paw.” “So, Toothless is it?” the stranger inquired, the smile not even leaving her ever-pretty face as the labrador flicked his head between her and Hiccup. “That’s him.” Hiccup responded, smirking at his rascal of a dog and ruffling the fur of his head.

“So, shall I help you with this case?” the girl eventually asked when she remembered the help she had offered Hiccup in the first place. Hiccup considered for a moment, then breathed out. “Okay, sure thing. I’ll take the front end, yeah?” “Yeah, got it.” the blond agreed, striding gracefully round to the other side of the case. She closed her fingers around the handle, then pulled. What made Hiccup’s jaw drop a little and Toothless quirk his head sideways was how this porcelain doll of a girl got her end of the case a couple of inches off the ground! She did grit her pearly teeth a little from the effort, but she was still managing even with such thin arms. Instantly snapping out of his surprise, he snatched up the handle on his side. Aided by the girl’s unexpected strength, he managed to get the case level, hovering above the ground despite the sheer heaviness of its equipment. With Toothless waddling behind with his tail wagging, the two slowly walked it towards the cottage, into the doorway and lowered it onto the floor.

Hiccup and the blond panted a little from the exertion, but looked at one another faintly smiling. Toothless glanced down at the box, then up at his owner and the girl as he panted excitedly, his tongue hanging all the way out of his grinning mouth. “Wow, team effort.” Hiccup commented gladly. “You led the way. I just took some of the weight.” the girl replied benevolently, rubbing Toothless’ head. “I’m sure that doesn’t make you any less deserving of a little something…” Hiccup started, holding up a finger. Now truly enjoying this unknown girl’s company, he bent down and opened the small fridge. “White or red?” “Oh, I don’t know…” The blond looked away, clearly trying not to smile. “White?” “White it is.” His nervousness a distant memory, Hiccup straightened with a wine bottle in hand and a slightly goofy smile on his strong-chinned face, opening the overhead cupboard behind him. “Ow!” The cupboard door bonked the back of his head! “Ooh! Are you alright?” the girl asked with a pained expression. Toothless gave his master a look that said he was always doing this. “Yeah, I’m fine.” Hiccup grunted, rubbing the soreness away and getting two wine glasses. “They don’t call me Hiccup for nothing.” “I’m sorry?” the girl asked, a little befuddled. “Oh, that?” the young man replied and remembered. “My name’s Hiccup -” “Your actual name?” the blond inquired. “Ah, no, not my *name* name - it’s my nickname.” the brunette corrected her, pouring some wine. “If you want my full name, it's Harrison Hickory Haddock...the third. I run that motorcycle service down in Berk.” He offered a glass, the amber-coloured drink sloshing in the crystal clear glass. “Berk...I haven't been there but apparently it's quite nice there.” the girl commented with a light smile, accepting her drink and stroking Toothless some more. Hiccup still couldn’t fathom how such hands as delicate as hers could get a half-tonne case off the ground. “If you can get through nine months of snow and three months of hail that constitute a year there…” Hiccup replied, leaning up against the kitchen counter as he and the girl sipped their drinks, a happy Toothless sitting between them. “Oh, then I’ll make sure to check it out in the snowy months. I happen to like snow.” the girl smiled, her lip rouge succeeding in drawing Hiccup’s eye. Now it was her turn to be absorbed in just how handsome he looked.

She found herself enjoying the way his chocolate-brown hair flowed around his head with tufts at his ears and neck, how his nose was rounded at the end, but how well-defined and lightly stubbled his chin was. “But enough about me, I didn’t get ‘your’ name.” Hiccup told her. “My name’s Elsa.” the girl replied politely. “Elsa...cool name…” Hiccup murmured, taking another sip. Elsa grinned gently at his praise. “Thank you.” Then something about that name rang a bell in Hiccup. “Wait - aren't you Elsa from Arendelle? You run that big architecture firm?” Elsa took another sip of her wine. “The very same.” she chirped. “So what brings you out here to Provence, mon cherie?” Hiccup grinned as he asked this, exaggerating the French accent, which made Elsa smirk in amusement. “Oh, you know, an architecture company’s a huge responsibility. My family’s owned it for years.” she explained, pausing for a drink. “I’m lucky to ever go and get some time off.” “Guess you came to the right place.” Hiccup agreed. “You want to sit down?”

While Toothless lay half-asleep on his side like a sardine, Hiccup and Elsa sat at the small wooden table beside the cottage’s kitchen area, chatting and drinking. “ - Her name’s Anna. You’d love her. She’s dating this guy Kristoff; he’s employed at my firm. You’d get along with him too.” Elsa was telling Hiccup. “You do live in good company.” he said, already liking the idea of meeting the rich girl’s sister and the collection of colourful characters she had befriended. “But what about your friends?” Elsa asked with that same curiosity from when she had volunteered to help lift that case. “My friends? Well there’s Gobber, missing a right hand and left leg, helps me out at the motorcycle repairs. It’s thanks to him that I can even put in all those nuts and bolts.” Hiccup explained. “Fishlegs, that’s his nickname, he’s an old schoolmate, great at computers, helped me get set up with my tablet here.” He held up his iPad to demonstrate. “Snotlout, ah…” He bobbed his hand side-to-side. “Drives a monster truck and gets a bit egotistical when it comes to racing. Bit of a muttonhead, but means well.” Elsa just nodded. “Ruffnut and Tuffnut, they’re twins, can be a bit of a handful. Navy-trained like me, love their death metal. And their motorcycles. But you’d definitely love my mum.” “If she’s mother to someone as sweet as you, I think I would.” Elsa smiled over the rim of her glass. This complement sent butterflies fluttering in Hiccup’s stomach and his cheeks grew warmer than the French summer air could possibly be, even in the cooling shade of the rented cottage. He wanted the wine he drank to extinguish his blushing, his lips seeming to stick to the glass. “Hiccup, you okay?” Elsa was looking at him with those winter-blue eyes in which the brunette saw many things, such as fondness in finding companionship, but unusually, a bit of loneliness. “I’m fine, thanks, Elsa…” He had only just met this girl, himself a moody, gawky mechanic and a beautiful businesswoman, but rather than dwell on it, Hiccup went on drinking, Elsa doing the same.

“Well, thank you for - uh, thank you, Hiccup.” Elsa eventually said, getting up once her glass was finished. Toothless bolted to his feet and wagged his tail in the hopes of some more affection before she left. “Oh, don’t mention it. Thank ‘you’ for shifting that stupid case.” Hiccup replied, lightly kicking said case with a clunk. “Oh, it was nothing - ” “Seriously, you got some real push - ” They paused when noticing they were talking over one another and suddenly went silent, glancing away from one another sheepishly. Toothless darted his head between them waiting for whatever was going to happen next. “Well, I think I should be getting back…” Elsa suggested. Toothless’ eyes grew round at the very thought. “Sure, I’ve got to get Toothless and my supper on the go too…” Hiccup awkwardly agreed. “Same here.” Elsa remarked. “I know, Toothless…” she continued, getting to one knee and stroking the labrador who panted in his desire for her to keep going. “Hope you’re liking that place you rented. Sure looks fancy.” Hiccup smirked. “Well I’m starting to like yours really.” Elsa replied, appreciating the cottage’s more humble, rustic design. “It just looks so…cosy.” Now Hiccup was beginning to wonder if they were drawing out their goodbyes, but nonetheless he glanced around and murmured, “Sure does.” Giving him that mild, possibly bashful smile, Elsa finished stroking Toothless and moved for the door. She paused and turned back slightly. “Hiccup?”

Hiccup froze. Elsa’s tone sounded as though she was about to invite him for something. Toothless pricked his ears up. Elsa still had her back to Hiccup, but was glancing at him from the corner of those half-closed eyes. She seemed to be getting suspiciously coy. “Yeah?” Hiccup quietly responded. “The house I’m staying at has a pool.” Elsa told him. “If you want, you can use it too.” Hiccup’s heart rate accelerated a little. They had only just met, but now Elsa was permitting him to use a pool that belonged to the place she had rented! “But, Elsa - I don’t - what if you…you - wouldn’t you want to - ?” Facing him, Elsa lightly beamed. “Hiccup, you can swim any time you like. I won’t mind us sharing.” Even Toothless looked up and Hiccup and jerked his head in Elsa’s direction. He was obviously hinting for his owner to agree. “Well, thanks.” the young man replied, wondering where this whole invitation of Elsa’s was leading up to. Sometimes he hated how much of a stubborn animal Toothless could be. “Night, Elsa.” “Goodnight, Hiccup.” Elsa half-whispered with that faint grin. “See you soon…”

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