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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. And during this time, Anna begins to notice there are peculiar things about Elsa’s life she wished she could understand. Everything starts to make sense after a family reunion.

Modern AU. Kristanna - Frohana - Kristoff & Elsa BrOTP.

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- On thin ice

Kai and Anders stayed in Elsa’s cottage longer than they originally intended. Their conversation about Elsa transformed into one about their lives and then work so gradually they lost track of time. They took advantage of the peacefulness of the mountain to discuss a few things about their latest case.

“Are you sure it could work?” asked Anders after Kai suggested a new idea to get to the burglars.

“We're clearly not getting anywhere doing what we are doing so far. Let’s try something different.”

“You're right,” he agreed. “We’re clearly missing something.”

A bang coming from the other side of the house called their attention, and they turned to look in the direction of the living room. The sound had clearly come from inside the house, and Kai couldn’t help but tense. “Was that the door?” he asked in a lower tone of voice.

“I'll check,” said Anders, standing up in an instant and walking into the living room.

Kai followed his partner and saw there was a tall man standing next to the main door, looking at them as if they were the ones who had entered the house without permission.

“Who the hell are you?” Anders asked the man, and only then did Kai realise they were looking at the same man from the ID.

“I'm– I'm sorry, sir,” the man told him, clearly taken aback by their presence. Kai was sure the last thing he had been expecting was to find them in Elsa’s house. “I thought Elsa was here. I didn't find the spare key outside and I then realised the door was unlocked—”

At that moment, Kai remembered Elsa had given Hålkesen the green light to get into the house, for whatever reason, that morning. Retrieving his wallet was a good guess, now that he knew it was there.

“That doesn't give you the right to barge in,” Anders said as if he owned the place, and Kai smiled in amusement. It was clear his friend had already realised who the man was and he was simply trying to make him feel uncomfortable. Kai knew how much of a pain in the arse Anders could be when he set his mind to it. “Who are you?”

“I'm Marshall.”

“Hålkesen?” asked Kai, making sure he was who they believed.

Looking at him for the first, Marshall nodded his head. “Yes, sir.”

“What are you doing here?” Anders asked, partially annoyed by the fact the young man had decided to enter the house like that.

“I'm looking for—” Hålkesen began to explain but stopped himself abruptly. “Is Elsa here by any chance?”

Knowing his friend was probably going to mess with the boy’s head, Kai decided it was best to explain who they were and what they were doing there. “No, she isn't. She'll be staying at home for a while.” He extended his hand to shake Marshall’s. “I'm Kai, by the way. Elsa's father. He's my partner at the station.”

“Nice to meet you, sir,” Marshall shook his hand back. And only then did Kai notice his left forearm was bandaged.

“Sir,” Marshall said, nodding to Anders to acknowledge him too. “Is everything okay? Is Elsa okay?”

“She's okay.”

“That's good to hear. I was afraid something bad had happened to her.”

“Why would you think so?” Anders asked in a serious tone.

“Well, she didn't open the door and I– I worried, I guess.”

Anders nodded with a smirk. “You’ve got a good intuition, kid. Kai was just telling me about Elsa and an accident she had. Do you know anything about that?”

Kai turned to look at Anders for being so straightforward with Hålkesen, but part of him was glad he was saving him the trouble of being the one who interrogated him. He then turned to look at Marshal once again and noticed it was the third time he scratched his beard. To say he was nervous was an understatement. And Kai couldn’t blame him. As soon as he had set foot inside the house, two policemen had stopped him and started questioning him.

“No, sir. I don't.”

Kai could tell he was lying through his teeth and that didn’t set well with him. “She came home with a deep cut in her hand. I didn't think too much of it at first, but we were surprised to find blood all over the place when we got here.”

“You probably saw the blood when you came in,” Anders said. He didn’t like Marshall’s attitude one bit. “She must have lost a lot of it. It’s a good thing she decided to go to town.”

“The hand usually bleeds a lot,” Marshall said matter-of-factly, surprising both of them. “Going to the hospital is usually the best idea.”

“Would you like some coffee?” Kai offered Marshall. Maybe he could play the good cop since it was clear Anders wanted the other role.

“No, thanks,” Marshall said, respectfully. “I just came here to pick up my wallet.”

“We found one on the floor,” Anders said. “It's on the kitchen table.”

“Thanks.” Walking past them, Marshall entered the kitchen and grabbed the wallet from the table. He frowned when he noticed his ID was on the table. To Kai’s surprise, he picked it up but didn’t question them. “Is Elsa going to stay in town for a long time?”

“I don’t know. That’s up to her.”

Something told Kai that even though he was still trying to be respectful, the young man was annoyed by the situation and his vague answer.

“Did she take Olaf with her?”

“That’s actually why we’re here. We came to pick him up.”

Marshall nodded and put his ID back inside the wallet without a rush. “Well, I’d better go. Thanks for the wallet,” he said with one more nod in Kai’s direction. “And I'm sorry I interrupted.”

“Don't worry about it.” Kai wasn’t sure what to make of him. Even though it was clear he had lied to them, he couldn’t really stop the man from leaving and start questioning him. No matter how odd his behaviour was, he had nothing against him besides his unfounded paternal concern.

“Kai,” Anders said, calling his attention. He mumbled something he couldn’t understand until he pointed to the small room with his head. The tools.

“Wait, Marshall,” Kai said, stopping the mountaineer from leaving. “Are the tools in the other room yours by any chance?”

Marshall turned around and looked at him and then at the small room.

“You might want to take them home with you. Elsa might stay in town for a few days."

He took some time to think his response through, until finally he sighed and nodded. “Right. I forgot about those,” he said.

“Come with me. There are several boxes in the way. I can give you a hand.” Kai wasn’t sure if he had the right to put the blame for whatever had happened to Elsa on this man’s shoulders, but he was glad he had a few more minutes to talk to him and see if he could find out.

They entered the room and true to his word, Kai helped Marshall with his toolbox. There were several tools lying around and Kai noticed he was making a conscious effort not to use his injured hand.

“Say, lad. What happened to your arm?” asked Anders from the door, clearly intrigued by the injury too.

“I– umm… Just a burn.”

“Looks serious.”

“It isn’t,” Marshall said, turning his back to avoid looking at Anders.

“What happened?”

If Kai knew for sure Marshall had done something to Elsa, he was certain he’d be enjoying Anders’ professional pestering. But the man in front of him looked annoyed and tired. He had been nervous at the beginning, but the more they questioned him, the more his patience ran thin. And by the looks of it, he wasn’t patient by nature.

“A stupid accident with a kettle.”

But then again, Kai didn’t like the fact that he kept lying. His pauses, the way he avoided Anders. All of it were flags Kai couldn’t ignore. Making up his mind, he thought it was best to stop beating around the bush and said, “Let me ask you something, Hålkesen…”

Marshall picked the last of his tools up and looked at him.

“Were you here when Elsa hurt herself?”

Looking down, he pretended to check the tool in his hand. “…No.”

Another lie. Kai was getting tired of them. “No?”

“No, sir. I wasn’t,” Marshall said, sounding a lot more convincing, but not enough to fool them.

Anders' patience ran out and he spoke his mind before Kai could ask Marshall a new question. “Your tools, your wallet and your jacket are in the house. You’re a terrible liar.”

Kai rolled his eyes at Anders but decided to work with what his partner had just said. “Will you be kind enough to tell us why you’d rather lie than admit you were here?”

Marshall looked at Anders and then at Kai, unsure of what to say. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, sir. I wasn’t—”

“Stop playing the fool and tell me what happened the other night.” If he wanted to lie to them, then Kai felt no remorse questioning him. He could run out of patience too.

“I don't know what you're implying,” said Marshall. “Nothing happened.”

“What did you say happened to your arm?” Anders asked again. He had a smirk drawn on his face. There was no doubt he was playing the fool himself.

Turning around to frown at him, Marshall said, “I told you, it’s just a burn. It has nothing to do with—”

“Why do you keep lying?” Anders snickered. “It's a simple question.”

At his scornful laugh, something inside Marshall snapped and he threw the last tool inside the toolbox. He picked his things up and walked past Anders ready to leave. “I don’t have time for this,” he said as he exited the room.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Anders asked, not liking the man’s attitude. He followed him into the living room and Kai followed suit.

To Kai’s surprise, Marshall took the time to answer before he reached the door. “I'm leaving.”

“Hålkesen, if you leave this house I’ll have you arrested,” Anders' threat was serious, and Kai opened his eyes in surprise to look at his partner. Maybe Anders' annoyance wasn’t faked anymore.

“What for?” Marshall asked, standing his ground.

“Assault charges.”

“Right,” Marshall sneered. “Good luck with that.”

Kai looked at his partner to see how truthful he had been by his threat, and he didn’t like the expression he saw in his eyes. Wanting both parts to remain civil, he said, “I'd cooperate if I were you, Marshall.”

He was merely trying to convince him it was best to stay and talk like adults. But contrary to what Kai expected, Marshall slammed the door closed and turned around to look at him.

“I didn't assault Elsa!” It was obvious Marshall was seeing red at that point, but Kai didn’t acknowledge his anger.

“I just need you to tell me the truth,” Kai said calmly. “Were you here the other night?”

He was fuming. It was obvious he wanted to lash out at them, or at least tell them to fuck off, but he didn't say anything. And Kai wondered if that was for the best or not. Marshall was younger, taller and stronger than both of them. But a man who bottled up his anger ended up being a lot more dangerous than one who allowed himself to react.

“Marshall.” Kai wasn’t sure what to do if he didn’t cooperate. No matter how much Anders wanted to interrogate him, they had nothing against the mountaineer. Either he cooperated, or they were back at the beginning.

“Yes.”

Marshall’s answer was so low that for a moment Kai thought he hadn’t heard him correctly.

“Yes,” he repeated when he noticed Kai wasn't responding. “But Elsa made me promise I wouldn't say a word." He then looked daggers at Anders. "Can I go now?”

“No,” Anders said. And Kai wanted to smack him in the face. The boy was finally starting to talk. There was no reason to keep pushing him.

“I already told you—” Marshall tried to say, but Anders interrupted him.

“Will you tell us what happened to your arm?”

“Why are you so damn insistent about my arm?!”

Kai sighed when he realised Marshall was not doing a good job controlling his anger.

“Because you lied about it.” Crossing his arms defiantly, Anders waited for an answer.

If Kai had to be honest, he didn’t understand why his friend was being so insistent. He seemed more concerned about the arm than the lies Marshall had told them, or the fact Elsa wanted to keep Marshall's visit a secret.

“I promised Elsa I wouldn’t say,” Marshall repeated, as if that explained everything they needed to know.

Anders looked at Kai with concern and waited for him to say or do something. At first Kai wasn’t sure what was going on, but then it struck him. The arm, the lie, the puddles inside the house… Even Elsa’s guilt and sorrow. It all added up to one simple answer, and Kai felt like an idiot for not thinking of it sooner.

Fear nestled at the pit of Kai's stomach as he looked at Marshall's forearm once again. Whenever Elsa's powers reacted on their own, she had a hard time overcoming the guilt and self-loathing she felt after it happened. And now that Kai thought about it, it was clear that was the way Elsa had been feeling that morning. She was concerned about the way other people saw her. She wouldn’t smile, even if she tried. Kai was certain the guilt was eating her up.

Feeling a lot more apprehensive than he had moments before, Kai got closer to Marshall and asked, “what happened to your arm, Marshall?"

“I can’t,” he said, shaking his head. “I’m not sure what happened myself.”

“We know about Elsa,” Anders said, surprising them both. “If that’s what you’re worried about. You can tell us.”

“I promised Elsa I—”

Kai knew he was making a mistake by acting before thinking, but he couldn’t stop himself and asked, “did Elsa hurt you?”

Marshall looked down and drew in a deep breath. “I should go,” he said before he turned around to leave.

“Did Elsa hurt you?” Kai repeated. Even though the answer was obvious, he didn't want to believe it. Despite what Elsa thought, Kai knew she had more control of her powers than she gave herself credit for. There was no way she had hurt him, unless… Suddenly, the idea of Elsa using her powers to protect herself from a violent man came to mind, and Kai paled at the thought. “What did you do to her?!”

"What?!" Marshall asked as he looked over his shoulder.

"What did you do?"

Turning around, he threw his toolbox on the ground with a loud thud. “You want to know what happened?” Marshall asked, clearly furious at his accusations. “Talk to your daughter. Maybe then you’ll realise I’m not a cold-hearted bastard.” He ran his good hand through his hair as he breathed in and out. “I didn't hurt her. I would never hurt her,” he repeated, now looking at Anders, as if he wanted him to get the idea into his head too. “I only tried to help. She's the one who pushed me away.”

“I'm serious, Hålkesen—” Kai tried to say, but the mountaineer interrupted him again.

“While you’re at it, Bjorgman. Tell her I was worried sick about her.” He opened the door and turned to look at Anders once again. “Do whatever the fuck you want. I couldn’t care less about your threat.” And with that he left the cabin, leaving Kai and Anders standing in the living room, unsure of what to do.

When Kai finally made sense of everything he had said, he ran after him. “Marshall, wait,” he yelled, hoping he’d stop after everything that had happened. He called his name once again and hurried after him.

Under any other situation, he wouldn’t have followed him. But he knew about Elsa and he needed to make sure his daughter’s secret was safe.

“Could you please stop, Hålkesen?”

To his good luck, Marshall did stop and waited for him to say what he needed

Kai took a few deep breaths when he finally reached him and then asked, “have you told anyone what happened?”

“No.”

“No-one should find out about this. I need you to be honest with—”

“I haven't said a word, alright?” His voice was low once again, but Kai noticed he was doing his best to remain calm. “Elsa asked me no to. And no-one would believe me if I did anyway.”

Not knowing what else to say, and thinking it was best to let the man go once and for all, Kai nodded and thanked him.

---

As soon as he got home, Marshall slammed the door closed and threw the keys against the wall. To say he was mad was an understatement. He was livid. At himself. At Elsa's father. At Elsa herself. All the misunderstandings could have been avoided if only she had trusted him.

He wasn’t sure he understood what had happened to him the night of the accident. He couldn’t explain it, even if he tried. All he had tried to do was help her and then things had gotten out of hand. And, now, for some reason he couldn’t comprehend, he was suddenly the one to blame.

He had tried to remain civil with Bjorgman. He had tried to understand his point of view. He was a father concerned for his daughter’s well-being; and Marshall respected that. But the more he and his pathetic excuse of a partner insisted — the more they questioned him — the more he wanted to tell them to fuck off and get out of the house. All he had wanted to do was gather his things and make sure Olaf was okay. But instead, he had ended up fighting with one of the people Elsa loved the most.

He sat on the sofa and buried his face in his hands in frustration. Part of him wanted to scream, break things and forget about the whole ordeal. While the other wanted to grab the car, go to the city and knock on every door until he found Elsa. He wanted to see her. He needed to talk to her. And he hated himself for hanging up on her that morning. If only they had talked things through, they wouldn’t be in that situation.

He looked at the phone, determined to call Kristoff again and find out where Elsa was staying, when he noticed the blinking red light signalling a new voicemail.

He hoped it wasn't his mother asking him to run some errands for her. On a normal day he wouldn’t mind, but he didn't have the patience to explain to her why he was so completely out of it. He stood up and pressed the button. There were a few seconds of silence and he thought it was just an empty message when Elsa's low voice began to speak.

“Hi. It’s me…” The pause she made left her in evidence she hadn't thought her message through. The sound of her voice made him smile for just a moment and he wondered how she did it. How she managed to tame his temper like that. “I’ve been trying to call you — this shouldn't be this hard,” He heard her say to herself, her voice barely over a whisper, and he chuckled. “I don’t know if you want to talk to me or not. But I need to tell you that I never meant to hurt you.” He could hear the sadness in her voice and once again he felt like an arse for hanging up on her that morning. “I didn't want to push you away either. I just— I don't know what to do. Half the time I don’t know what I’m doing… I'm sorry. I’m so sorry, Marshmallow.”

The beep coming from the machine brought Marshall back to the present and he sat back down with a sigh. He still wanted to talk to her. But he saw no reason in calling Kristoff only to then show up at Elsa’s house late in the evening. Odds were her father was going to be there when he showed up, and then what?

Thinking more clearly about his options, Marshall walked into the kitchen and grabbed a beer. Maybe the best option was to stay in, drink for a while and then sleep his problems away. He could try to find a way to talk to Elsa the following day.

---

The restaurant Kristoff had chosen to pick up food from was full, leaving little to no-space for the people who were waiting for their takeaway orders. For that reason, Elsa regretted leaving the truck and following them into the place. The noise, the chatter, the heat that came from the kitchen was too much for her, and she regretted allowing her brother to pull her away from the comfort of her parents’ backyard.

“Elsa, are you all right?”

Anna's voice brought her back to reality. The queue had moved only a few centimetres, and Elsa felt like she couldn’t take it anymore. She needed some air.

"I'll be outside," she told her brother.

"Are you sure?" He said over his shoulder, knowing his sister didn't like being alone in the streets.

"This place's too crowded." And with that Elsa started to push her way out. When she was reaching the door, she heard Anna's voice call after her.

"Wait. I'll go with you."

Elsa turned around and held the door open for Anna with a sigh. Even if she usually enjoyed the girl's company, she wasn’t sure she could act normal around her that day. Anna had a way to mess with her head, even with the simplest questions.

Both girls walked a few metres away from the restaurant and stood next to a birch tree in order to stay away from the people using the sidewalk.

The coastal area in Trolheim was where the city’s commercial centre was located. On one side of the road shops and restaurants were situated, while on the other side, the fjord could be seen from a pedestrian street.

The streets were still wet from the day's rain and the neon lights from the shops painted the pavement around them. Elsa paid attention to the colours, the shadows and lights, and wondered if the people around them ever took the time to look at the beauty of it, or if she only paid attention to it after years of being secluded to a white room.

"You really can't stand crowded places, huh?" Anna said, distracting her from her pensive mood.

Elsa looked at her and shook her head. She really couldn't. Every year she tried to change that. She tried to overcome her uneasiness around crowds, but she never improved much.

"Don't worry." Anna smiled at her sympathetically. "It's more usual than you imagine."

Elsa wasn’t sure if it was true or Anna was simply trying to make her feel normal for a brief moment. Part of her believed it was the second option.

"You know, I've got the same hoodie," Anna pointed out, trying to start a conversation.

"What?" Elsa asked and then looked down, only to realise she was wearing Anna's hoodie. She had only changed her underclothes the night before, not realising Anna could show up during the day. She slapped herself mentally for letting herself be so distracted and risking Anna finding out she had gone to her house the day before.

"The hoodie," Anna said, unaware of Elsa's consternation. "I’ve got the exact same one. I think it’s as worn out as yours."

Her smile told Elsa she hadn't realised it was in fact her hoodie. And she thought it was best to play along. "Most of my clothes are worn out," she said, unsure of how to drive the attention away from the sweatshirt.

Anna's face turned red and she promptly apologised, surprising Elsa. "I– I didn’t mean anything by that. I meant that we probably bought it at the same time."

Elsa had no idea what had gone through Anna's head, but she nodded nonetheless. The sooner they stopped talking about her clothes the better. Elsa knew she’d need to find a way to return the clothes without Anna finding out, but the idea of meeting Idunn again made her anxious.

"Elsa, about the other day…" Anna said out of thin air, distracting Elsa from her train of thoughts once again. "I wanted to apologise."

"Huh?" As far as Elsa knew things were okay between them.

"On Saturday I kept pressuring you to…"

Finally understanding what she was talking about, Elsa shook her head and said, "it’s okay." With everything that had happened to her afterwards, she had forgotten about Anna's insistence to tell Marshall about her powers or about spending some time with her birth parents. If only she knew I'd done both things in less than twenty-four hours.

"I’m serious, Elsa. I’m sorry. I know your powers—"

"Not here, Anna." Elsa didn’t mind listening to Anna's suggestions. Half the time she found herself wondering what Anna would or wouldn’t do in her shoes; but she couldn’t stand when Anna talked about her powers out loud as if they were something normal.

"But I—"

"Please, just…" She looked around, making sure no-one was standing near. "Don’t talk about my powers."

"Sorry," murmured Anna. "I should learn to keep my mouth shut sometimes. Mum says I’m just like dad in that regard."

"Where’s Kristoff?" Elsa asked, hoping to change the topic and avoid talking about her powers or her birth family. She felt bad for being so harsh on Anna, but she didn’t trust herself to talk about those topics.

“There were some people before him,” Anna replied as she turned around to see the restaurant’s main door open and a group of people come out.

The people were loud, half of them were a little tipsy and they weren’t completely aware of their surroundings. After they almost bumped into them, Elsa decided it was best to leave before they or any other person touched her. She was tense and she was certain her skin was colder than it should’ve been. Not thinking twice about it, she crossed the road towards the fjordside.

“Elsa? Where are you going?” She heard Anna say behind her, but she ignored her. She didn’t want to go back to the sidewalk. All the people coming and going made her feel uneasy.

When she reached the balusters on the pedestrian street, Elsa leaned on the rail and looked into the distance. The fjord and the cold air of the summer night had a soothing effect on her nerves.

“The fjord’s beautiful at night.” Anna said at her back, and she looked at her over her shoulder. “I never understood why people don’t stop to look at it more often.”

Elsa smiled and nodded. She had wondered the same thing several times in the past. She didn’t enjoy the city the way normal people did. But if she had the chance, she’d spend her time in the city centre doing just that.

Leaning on the rail next to her, Anna drank in the view for a few seconds before she asked, “do you want me to go?”

“What?”

“I can see you’re not comfortable around people today. Maybe you wanted me to go.”

One of the difficult things of growing up in complete isolation, and then becoming a recluse, was to realise when she was pushing people away. Elsa rarely realised she was doing it until someone mentioned something. And she was glad Anna had no problem telling her when she was doing it. If not, she was certain she wouldn’t be aware of it until it was too late.

“No,” she said, honestly. “I don’t… It’s just– I don’t feel so good today. Being surrounded by people doesn’t help in the least.”

Elsa could see Anna’s sad look from the corner of her eye, but she remained silent. She knew her sister wanted to ask her if she was okay. It was something Anna couldn’t control, and Elsa hoped that she’d realise that this time it was best if she kept the questions to herself.

Anna opened her mouth to speak but Krisotff’s loud voice from the other side of the road stopped her. “Anna! Elsa! Come on. Food will get cold.”

“Coming!” Elsa yelled back and then smiled at Anna to let her know she shouldn’t worry.

---

The sound of the front door slamming surprised Gerda. She had been setting the table in the dining room, waiting for the family to arrive when she heard it. Thinking it was Kristoff, she walked straight to the living room, ready to reprimand him for it. Since his teenage years, Krisotff had the tendency to slam the doors in the house, driving Gerda crazy.

She opened her eyes in surprise when she realised Kai was the one who had entered the house in a hurry. “Kai, there you are. Elsa told me you’d be back home at seven but—”

“Is Elsa home?” He interrupted his wife. As he let Olaf out of the box he had brought him in.

Gerda smiled and kneeled to pet the cat. “She went to the city centre with Kristoff and Anna. They’re getting some food. We’re going to—” Noticing Kai was a bit more unnerved than usual. She stopped what she wanted to say and asked, “is everything all right?”

“I need to talk to Elsa.”

“Did something happen?” Gerda stood up, ignoring the cat for a minute. She grabbed her husband by the arm and led him to the nearest chair.

Kai understood it was her silent way of telling him to calm down and explain to her what was going on. “Something happened between Elsa and Hålkesen the other night.”

Nonplused by the fact he wanted to talk about something so private, especially if she considered they were talking about Elsa, she said, “well… she’s— she’s an adult.”

Gerda had never imagined Elsa’s relationship with her friend was at that stage, but she couldn’t blame the girl. She had been young too. What she couldn’t understand was why Kai was bringing it up. Or why he even cared. As long as Elsa was safe, she had no intention of prying too much.

Turning red as a beet, Kai looked at her as if she had lost her marbles. “No! No, no. Not that. Why would you—?”

“You are the one talking nonsense!” Now she was embarrassed for both of them. She was thankful the kids hadn’t returned to hear them have such an awkward conversation.

“I’m trying to talk about something serious. Please, listen to me,” he said, trying to get her undivided attention. “Kristoff called this morning. He needed Elsa to call her friend.”

“Marshall?” Gerda asked as she sat on the chair opposite Kai.

He nodded his head and continued. “He was worried about her well-being.”

“Why? Does he—”

Not having enough time nor patience to tell the whole story, Kai interrupted her. “Elsa called him at midday, remember? She tried to apologise. He hung up on her.”

“You said you weren’t eavesdropping,” she said with a frown.

“That doesn’t matter. Anders and I went to the mountain to pick up Olaf and there we ran into Hålkesen…” He took a deep breath. “Something happened between them. Elsa’s house is a mess. There’s blood everywhere. His forearm was bandaged.”

Gerda could do nothing but open her eyes in shock at what Kai was telling her. “Kai, if you are pulling my leg—”

“Do you seriously think I’m joking?” he asked, irritated. Gerda knew he wasn’t truly mad, he was simply distressed about the situation. “He’s got an ice burn.”

“No,” she said almost instantly. She wouldn’t believe Elsa had done something like that. Her daughter wasn’t dangerous. “Elsa would never— Kai, are you sure he’s got an iceburn? Did you even talk to him?”

“We did — we tried,” Kai clarified. “He didn’t tell us much. All he said was I should talk to Elsa myself. He promised her he wouldn’t say anything to anyone. And he didn’t.”

Gerda wanted to ask her husband a thousand questions, but she tried her best to remain calm and let him finish.

“He didn’t break his promise even when we told him we knew about Elsa,” he explained. “You may understand why I need to talk to Elsa, Gerda. She needs to talk to this man and make sure he will keep his promise and keep her safe.”

“Wait, no.” Everything Kai was telling her sounded too rushed, too drastic. Marshall hadn’t even confirmed he had been hurt by Elsa’s ice and Kai was already planning to question their daughter. “Elsa would never hurt him, or anyone. Kai, you know Elsa. You know she'd never—”

“I do,” he said, understanding her concern. “But I also know her powers are too much for her to bear sometimes.”

“Please, Kai.” Gerda felt tears welling up in her eyes. If what Kai was telling her was true, then things were a lot more serious than she had imagined. She didn’t want to imagine what was going through Elsa’s head, and she didn’t want to make things worse for her. “We can’t bombard Elsa with questions as soon as she gets home. There must be a reason she didn’t tell us.”

“Gerda,” Kai stopped her. “She lost control and hurt another person. She’s only lucky he hasn’t said anything to anyone yet.”

“Don’t you think we should trust Elsa? Maybe she’s got things under control.”

“Things are clearly out of her control. Things are not okay.” It was clear it pained Kai to say so, but he was trying to act in Elsa’s best interest.

“Kai.” She didn’t know if she wanted to convince Kai or herself that Elsa hadn’t lost control of her powers.

“I didn't want to see it either.” The sadness in Kai’s eyes crushed her. “But it’s best if we accept it and try to help her. She's not okay.”

“Let’s give her some time. Maybe she’ll talk to us,” she begged him.

“Gerda…”

“Let’s have dinner.” She extended her hand until she reached his. “The family is all together. Let’s be patient.”

“What about Hålkesen?” They couldn’t ignore the fact someone outside the family knew about Elsa’s powers.

“He already made Elsa a promise,” Gerda tried to reason. “He didn’t tell you anything. Let's trust his word.”

The sound of Krisotff’s truck parking outside the house called their attention, and they both looked in the direction of the door.

“Please, Kai, we can’t corner her like this.” Gerda desperately needed Kai to be patient.

The door opened and Gerda could hear Kristoff and Anna talking in the living room.

“Please,” she insisted.

“Okay,” he said with a sigh. “Okay. We give her more time.”

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Three chapters in fifteen days! How about that?!

This only proves I was in fact writing scenes here and there during the 4+months hiatus and I finally realised how to mix everything together.

I’m super excited about this part of the story and I bet you guys can already tell. Ideas keep flowing and I find myself writing for hours after work like I haven’t done in a long time. Your comments, reviews and positive feedback also helps me to stay motivated. So, thank you all so much for your kind words and opinions. It’s great to read what you guys think of the story, plot and characters. Please feel free to keep commenting on that. I love reading your theories.

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