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Chapter 13: Anna

Song: It had to be snow, Hans' Kiss

LOCATION: UNKNOWN

TIME: UNKNOWN

DATE: UNKNOWN

"She's awake... she's awake!" The words seemed to be whispered and muffled, despite how urgent they sounded. Anna, the princess of Arendelle, opened her eyes, but all she could see looked like smudges on a window. She blinked rapidly, but her eyesight didn't seem to improve. Her breaths became rapid and shallow as she heard the sound of feet scurrying nearby; figuring something bad was about to happen to her. Her eyes dashed around in her head as panic began to set in.

She tried to move her hands and her feet, but everything seemed to be ignoring her brain completely. The only thing working somewhat well seemed to be her hearing, since she started to hear the scurrying of feet subside to just one pair of feet. She could make out a dark figure creeping towards her ever so slowly. "Anna," the figure grew louder, "Princess Anna, Can you hear me?"

Finally, it seemed as if she had recovered her hearing. She opened her mouth to answer the figure, only for nothing but silence to come out of it. "She's awake! She just tried to something!" The dark figure said, as if speaking to the other people in the room. The delirious and scared Anna, with all of the muscles that were still operating in her body, creaked out her two favorite words slowly and softly, "Wait… what?"

There was a surprising sound of joy in the crowd that had formed around her. Anna knew what joy looked like and sounded like, since she seemed to carry it around with her at all times, whether it's on the North Mountain or a frozen fjord. Much like Kristoff and Olaf considered themselves love experts, Anna considered herself a joy expert.

Anna took a deep breath, noticing that she was now able to feel her arms again and noticed the feeling of cloth rub against her white skin, as if she was in a bed. She also noticed a pillow under her head. Feeling these things made her feel slightly happier, since she figured the odds of her or Elsa passing out and waking up in a dungeon were remarkably high for being royals. When she had the power to speak again, you can be sure that she did so. She IS Anna after all.

"Why… why can't I move? Where's Elsa? Where am I? Where's Kristoff? Am I dead?" As the black figure, which, to Anna, slowly seemed to grow with detail opened his mouth to answer, Anna interrupted him with a loud gasp. "Mom? Dad? Is that you?" Some of the people in the room giggled. The black figure, on the other hand, wasn't so amused. "Mam, I need you to slow down." The hyper girl continued her constant questions until he slammed his fist against something (she couldn't tell what it was) next to Anna making a loud clang sound, and screamed, "Shut Up already! You're not dead!"

The giggles subsided and Anna sank her head into the pillow it was propped against. "Sorry," the figure said quieter, "It's just, I wasn't expecting you to already annoy me within 5 minutes of you waking up." Anna blushed, though she didn't realize it, because she was embarrassed in the way she just acted towards the stranger. The man cleared his throat and began to answer some of the questions she asked earlier. "You've been in a deep sleep missy, something the French like to call a comatose state. You won't have control of all your body at first, but you'll be able to function properly soon, hopefully."

"Hopefully?" Anna asked. The figure, who Anna could now tell was a doctor, took a second to answer her. "Well, we don't really know how long it will take. It could take a couple minutes or it could take a couple ye…"

"Oh my gosh! My legs! I can move them!" Anna jumped out of her bed, as if she miraculously was healed by Grand Pabbie. When she landed back on her feet, she stumbled clumsily, only to have to be caught by the equally shocked doctor, who said, "Uhh… I guess it's a couple minutes then…" She held onto his arms tightly, as her legs still wobbled as if she was trying to walk around on Elsa's slippery ice. "Ohhh I could just kiss you right now!" The doctor fell silent, as if he was uncomfortable. Anna, too, fell silent and blushed once again. "Anna, don't thank me yet."

Anna was creeped out by the doctor's words and froze, closing her eyes for 5 seconds, hoping that when she opened them someone like the duke or Hans wasn't in the room. When she reopened them, she saw someone that looked like he could be a king as well as a couple other men and women, all with widened eyes as if they were looking at a ghost. She looked back at the king and inspected the badges he was wearing. She fell to the floor sobbing and screaming when she noticed a plaque with a large sun backdrop and a foreground of a trading ship. "Why are you doing this to me and my sister? What have we done to deserve this you monster!" The doctor looked at the royal-looking man, who was looking around the room, confused as to what he had done.

The doctor bent down to pick up Anna, who was quivering in her ugly-looking faded green hospital gown, "Anna, calm down! What's wrong?" Anna shook widely has she pointed to the royal-looking man. The entire room started at him and he, a plump-short man with a curly white-hair wig, began to wipe the sweat off of his brown with a white rag, accidentally bumping his wig down is face in the process, something Anna would've normally laughed at. "Do you know what his sons have done to Arendelle? Especially Hans!" The room fell quiet as the doctor seemed to stop in his tracks.

The plump, royal-looking man seemed to calm down now, as if he didn't feel threatened anymore and put his white sweat rag away after one more swipe of his forehead. Anna gained composure and stopped her shaking. She made a frown similar to the one she made towards Hans when he closed the door on her. "You're his father, aren't you? After all you are wearing the stupid and ugly badge of the equally stupid and ugly southern isles!"

"Anna!" The doctor tried calming her but it was no use as she yelled out, "I bet it isn't even as pretty as they sound!" Anna looked up at him once more, expecting to see anger in his eyes. She was shocked to see the opposite. There were tears trickling down his red cheeks. The man from southern isles wasn't angry at all. He felt pity for the broken redhead that lie on the cold hard floor in front of him.

"Don't speak to the King that way young lady!" One of the women called out, furious at Anna for her outburst. "We were just married! He has no sons, unless there's something I don't know about…" The king's eyes widened as Anna seemed to raise an eyebrow, as if she was accusing them of lying without even having to say anything. "She's fine," the king of the Southern Isles said loudly. There was a rasp in his throat due to his sudden loss of composure. Anna thought it was strange to see a King cry. She never even saw her own father cry, let alone the king of another country.

"I'm sorry, I… I have to leave." The King then left the room as quickly as he could, never looking back as tears now took the place of sweat, making him get his white handkerchief out once more. Anna wiped the tears off her face, grabbing hold of the doctor once more. She slowly got up, staring down the door that the man from southern isles just stormed out of. She was speechless, because instead of getting an "Elsa's been captured," or "You'll be dying soon!" She got something more unexpected and scary: She got nothing but pity from the king of the Southern Isles.

Anna slowly sat down on the straw-filled bed she had been sleeping on and looked up at the doctor. The doctor looked back at Anna, with a quivering lip. The room was so quiet that you could hear a feather drop. That's when Anna finally asked, "So Doctor, where am I?" The doctor gulped and finally answered, "The Southern Isles."