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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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Leaning against his father’s car, Kristoff waited patiently for him to come out of the police station. Since early morning Kai had been trying to contact Anders or anyone at the police station who could help him find information about Marshall. For some reason Kristoff ignored, he’d had a hard time finding someone available when he called, forcing him to wait until things were settled in the office. And once they finally called back, they suggested he picked the information up in person.

Kristoff suspected his colleagues only wanted to find out the reason Kai needed it so urgently. It wasn’t unusual, after all, to check what the officers did when they requested information off the clock. Kristoff was thankful for that, especially since Kai couldn’t pretend barging into Marshall’s house was work related.

The wait at home that morning had given Kristoff enough time to explain to his parents everything he knew. He had talked about Marshall and his version of the story, as well as Elsa’s – from what he’d heard from Anna. He’d mention their quarrel in his apartment and why Elsa had finally made up her mind to go after him and talk. It had helped Gerda calm down and not worry so much, but for some reason, Kai hadn’t accepted his version of the story. He was convinced there was more to it and that had led to them quarrelling for a few minutes. Nonetheless, Kristoff had decided to accompany him – against Kai’s wishes – once the police station called. He wanted to prevent things from getting out of hand.

Even though his father was a down to earth and civilised man, someone who’d rarely use his position in the police force to get what he wanted; Kristoff was certain he wouldn’t doubt using it when Elsa was involved. After all, Elsa’s wellbeing had always been the reason he had seen his father stepping out of line in the past.

The sound of the big oaken door pulled Kristoff from his thoughts and he watched his father walk down the steps, still talking to one of his colleagues. “Thanks. I will,” he said, loudly. His tone of voice was friendly enough, but Kristoff knew he was tired of the conversation at that point. It was almost impossible for his father to hide how much chit chatting annoyed him.

“I've got the information that I need,” Kai then said to him. He showed a piece of paper with some information written on it, and before Kristoff had the chance to read what it said, he put it inside his pocket. “If Elsa shows up, call Anders.”

Trying to match his father’s stride as he walked to the vehicle, Kristoff said, “Wait, what do you mean ‘if she shows up’?”

Before opening the car’s door, Kai looked at his son over his shoulder and said, “You’re going home. Tell Gerda I’ll be back in an hour or two.”

“Kai, for the last time, I’m coming with you.” He watched his father get inside the car, ignoring what he had to say. He hurried to the other side and got in as well. “Marshall's not to blame for what happened. And I'm sure Elsa must be at the mountain. You know she spends a lot of time hiking when she's not feeling okay.”

“Let me ask you something,” Kai calmly said, as he fastened his seatbelt. “Have you ever seen Hålkesen lose his temper?”

“What?”

“Has he become irrationally angry in front of you or Elsa?” He clarified.

“What does that have to do with anything?”

“Yes or no.”

His father might have seemed calmer than before, but his patience was not nearly close to what it usually was. Choosing it was best not to get on his bad side, he decided to be honest. “Yes.”

“That’s all I needed to hear.” He started the car and began driving.

“No, wait,” Kristoff said the moment the car left the police station. “It was an unfair situation, anyone would have reacted—”

“What happened?”

Once again, he noticed that his father’s questioning was calm and collected, but it only worried him more. “Westegaard had just fired him, he was mad at his son. Where are you going?”

“To talk to him.”

“Please, let's try to find Elsa without jumping to conclusions.” He had no idea what Kai had found out, but it was best to stop him and worry about one thing at the time. To his disappointment, he continued driving, his mind set on one specific goal: finding Marshall.

Not feeling comfortable with his father’s idea, he tried to call his attention, “Dad. Dad,” he repeated when he realised he was being ignored. “Da– Kai! What the hell is wrong with you? You don’t ever act like this.”

“He spent a few days in prison five years ago,” he said, not taking his eyes off the road.

“What?”

Noticing the way he tightened his grip on the steering wheel, Kristoff worried about the answer he could give him. He had to admit he hadn’t liked Marshall at the beginning either. Two years ago, he’d have been on his father’s side. But the man who had sat with him yesterday was not a bad person. A madman prone to make mistakes? Certainly. But not someone who was inherently bad. He was certain of it now, and he had to admit Elsa had been right all along. His sister knew, subconsciously, the way a bad person acted and behaved. Even if her social skills were below standard, she had a way of knowing; and she was rarely mistaken.

“He beat a man to a pulp while he was working as a paramedic.The hospital terminated his contract immediately.”

“…that can’t be right.” Deep down he knew it could certainly be true. Marshall had scared him that night at Hans’ house. But he’d try to make sure Marshall didn’t end up on his father’s bad side.

Stopping the car abruptly on the side of the road, Kai turned to him and said, “if you don’t want to believe me, save my time and get out of the car.” Suddenly losing the last traces of patience.

“Wait, Kai, please,” he said, understanding it was best to accept whatever his father was telling him, and be there for him just in case things didn’t go as well as he was hoping. “I’m baffled, that’s it.

Even if he knew his father was overreacting, Kristoff tried to put himself in his father’s shoes for a moment. He had seen his mother struggle with the idea of losing Elsa when the whole ordeal with the Arendelles started, and now he was seeing his father go through the same. The ‘threat’ was different, but their main concern was just the same. He knew how much Kai adored Elsa and what she meant to him. Kristoff may have been their first kid; the one they’ve chosen. But Elsa was the closest thing they had to the daughter they had once lost. Even if Gerda had tried to deny it, he knew they had adopted a boy not to be constantly reminded of their unborn daughter. A couple of years later, however, when Elsa came into their lives, they realised having a daughter actually helped them. And they allowed her to fill that place in their hearts.

“Let me go with you,” Kristoff said, hoping Kai would see he was honest about wanting to help. He was relieved to see his father start the car once again, and decided to stay quiet until he was needed.

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Once he arrived at what he believed was her parents' house, Marshall hurried to get Elsa inside as soon as possible. During the car drive, he had kept a close look on her and noticed she was getting weaker at an alarming rate. The walk to the car from his cabin had only worsened her condition, even if he had been supporting her weight the whole time.

"Els? We're here," he said when he opened her door. She was with her eyes tightly closed and she kept the blanket as close to her as possible. "Come on, let me—" He tried to help her move but she put her hand over his. To his surprise, her hand wasn’t cold as it usually was.

"I don't feel so good." Her voice was soft and he wasn't sure if she was mumbling so as not to worsen her headache or if the fever was making her struggle with her words.

"Are you sure you don't want to go to the hospital?"

Glassy eyes looked back at him with determination, and Marshall couldn't believe she'd put up a fight against the idea even in her state. "I can't. I want to go home."

"Okay." It was against his better judgement, but he still took her words as a command. Help me get home. He'd do that for her and then he'd try to convince her family. "Let me help you get inside."

She struggled to move even in the slightest, and Marshall helped her support her weight again. He made sure there wasn't any ice or snow around her, and they began walking. They were a few steps away from the front door when Elsa spoke again, surprising him.

"They're mad at me," she said, her voice almost too low for him to hear.

"Who?"

"Kai and Gerda," she said, with a dry laugh. "I keep lying to them, but they already know I can't control my powers."

"I’m sure they aren’t mad at you." He had no idea what else to say. He barely knew her family, after all. But he was certain it was the fever speaking, and it wasn’t something she believed. "Come on."

"Am I snowing?"

He checked again, making sure there wasn't a trail of snow behind them. He took the opportunity to make sure there weren't any neighbours looking at them. "No. Don't worry about it."

"It should be snowing."

"You’re not snowing," he repeated, hoping she'd help him and walk the short distance to the door.

"I’ve got to—" She stopped abruptly and looked at him. "I think I need the snow."

"Elsa, you’re not making much sense. Please, walk. I can’t pick you up right now." His injured arm stopped him from carrying her the rest of the way, and so he gave a few long strides forcing Elsa to follow.

“I wouldn’t even find the door,” Elsa said when they finally reached the main door.

“What?”

“Without you.” She leaned onto him. “Thank you.”

He smiled and hugged Elsa close with his good arm, trying to offer some comfort. He then knocked and they waited in silence for someone to open.

"Mrs Bjorgman, I—" He tried to explain the situation as soon as the door opened, but Gerda was quick to react when her eyes fell on her sick daughter.

"Oh my God! What's going on?"

"Elsa's not feeling well. She's got a temperature. The options were taking her to the ER or here, and she insisted I brought her here."

"Temperature?" she asked, still trying to understand who he was and why Elsa’s eyes couldn’t stay focused. She then put her hand on Elsa's forehead to check it for herself. "My goodness, child. You’re burning!"

Elsa leaned on her mother for support when she felt her hand on her face. Gerda tried to stabilise her, but Elsa fell on her arms as dead weight.

"Easy," Marshall said, holding Elsa again and preventing both women from falling to the ground. "Let me help you get to a chair. Don’t crush your mother."

"Over the sofa, please," Gerda said. She closed the door and was soon by Marshall's side. "What happened?"

"Her hand is badly infected." It was a good thing he had met Gerda once before, since it helped him talk and explain himself, overcoming the awkwardness of the situation. "She wasn’t feeling well when she woke up this morning. I suggested she rest for a few more hours but it didn't help. It was a moderate fever an hour ago, but now I’m not so sure."

Gerda sat by Elsa's side and placed her hand on her forehead once again. She grimaced at the heat radiating from her daughter. "How high?"

"Thirty-nine degrees."

"Thirty-nine?" Gerda exclaimed, turning to look at him.

Surprised by her worried expression he said, “It’s high but there’s no reason to alarm.”

"This is not moderate. Elsa's body temperature is a degree or two lower than average." She moved Elsa's wet bangs away from her eyes and called her name. Elsa opened her eyes and did her best to hold her mother's gaze. Gerda offered her a small reassuring smile in return.

Had he known before, he would have done things differently. He felt like an idiot for letting Elsa convince him she was okay when the opposite was clear. Elsa's fever had been affecting her a lot more than he expected and now he understood why.

"Please keep an eye on her." Gerda's voice distracted him from his thoughts and by the time he nodded his head, she had already disappeared through a door.

Marshall sat down next to her and he apologised for not helping her sooner. Elsa's unfocused eyes looked at him for a brief moment and she smiled, making him feel better. At least for a short moment.

"Gerda?" she asked, and Marshall's worry increased. She was losing track of simple events going on around her.

"She’ll be back in a moment," Marshall said, caressing her back.

"I’ve got to—"

"Whatever it is you're thinking, you won't." Marshall ordered, putting his hand on her shoulder and stopping her from going after Gerda. He knew she wouldn't go far in her state, but the last thing he needed was for her to fall face first onto the ground.

"I found some antipyretic drugs," Gerda announced as she returned to the living room with a first-aid kit and a cold compress in her hands.

Marshall watched her tend to Elsa, offering a pill and some water that she reluctantly accepted. "Mrs Bjorgmam—”

“Gerda,” she reminded him. “Please, call me Gerda.”

He nodded, understanding her request, and continued, “Elsa insisted I brought her here, but I think it'd be best to take her to the ER. I've got my car outside."

"Don't worry,” Gerda said, patting his knee. “I'll call Nielsen. He'll know what to do."

"Nielsen…" He remembered the name clearly. He had been the director at the hospital the time he had worked there. A respectable doctor who had great knowledge and a calmness he envied. "You mean Dr. Nielsen? Isn't he retired?"

"He still treats some special patients." Gerda explained as she placed the cold compress on Elsa's neck, making her shiver. When she tried to get away from the cold, Gerda stopped her. "I need to lower your temperature."

"How can you stand this every day?" Elsa asked, her eyes tightly shut.

"What, dear?"

"The cold. It's unbearable." She breathed out.

Gerda and Marshall's eyes softened. They couldn't really imagine what it was for her to start feeling the cold so suddenly. Her body was a puzzle they couldn't comprehend and it made helping her a lot more complicated.

"It isn't always like this, sweetheart." Gerda moved the compress to make sure it didn't fall when Elsa’s body trembled, and so she asked Marshall to hold it while she called Nielsen.

Marshall did what he was told, and even if he knew there wasn’t much he could be doing, he couldn't stay still. He wasn't sure if it was his instinct kicking in, but he couldn't agree with Gerda's idea. He wanted to pick Elsa up and take her to the ER as soon as possible.

"Are you okay?" he asked Elsa when he saw her leaning forward.

"I feel sick." She said in between laboured breaths.

"Gerda’s calling someone."

"Am I snowing?"

"No," he said after looking around the room to make sure she wasn't. "Why are you so worried about—" He tried to ask, but Elsa interrupted him by pushing his hand away. She then extended her good hand in front of her like she had done the day before. This time, ice and snow didn’t manifest and a pained expression drew on her face. "What are you doing?"

"Elsa," Gerda called after her daughter from the other side of the room. She was still in the middle of the phone call but she rushed to her side and put her hand over Elsa's. "You've got a high fever. Don't force it. You know it's no good."

"Gerda, I don't feel so good," Elsa said, unsure of what to do.

Sitting down next to her again, Gerda put her arm around her shoulders and kissed her temple. “I know. But, please, don’t try to use your powers.”

This seemed to calm Elsa to some extent and she leaned onto her. Gerda checked on her once more and then continued her conversation. "Yes, I'm here. It’s an infection… I suppose."

"Lymphangitis," Marshall said. He remembered a case he had helped treat while he was still working in the hospital.

"What?"

"Check her arm."

Gerda did and noticed the red streak that contrasted clearly with Elsa’s pale skin. "Jonnas, please, I need you to come check on her," she begged. "She’ll need antibiotics as soon as possible. No. No snow, she just took a pill. I know. I know. We will."

Hanging up the phone, she turned to him and said, "he said he's coming." Noticing her daughter was almost asleep against her shoulder, she sighed and asked for his help once again. "Help me take her to her room before the antipyretic starts working and the ice becomes uncontrollable."

---

"Let me know if anything changes tonight. I don't trust this to go smoothly," Nielsen said to Gerda as they exited Elsa’s room. Tending to Elsa had proven to be harder than they both originally imagined, and Nielsen wasn’t feeling too optimistic.

From the very beginning, Gerda and the doctors involved in Elsa’s case had noticed a peculiar phenomenon occurring whenever her temperature rose above average. As the temperature increased, the ice and snow would recede and leave almost no trace in her body until the fever broke, or it was reduced with the help of medicine. Her powers would then react on their own, beyond Elsa’s control, making things difficult for whoever was trying to treat her. It had been a nerve-racking situation whenever it happened the first few years; but with time, Gerda and Nielsen had learnt to deal with it and knew what to expect.

This time, however, the drugs had kicked in sooner than expected, helping to lower her temperature on one hand, but causing her powers to start reacting before Elsa’s infected injury was properly treated. Not being able to control her powers made Elsa more nervous and a cycle started in which the powers became more and more uncontrollable, forcing Nielsen to take more serious measures to ensure they could help her. To their disappointment, the only safe alternative had been sedating Elsa against her will.

“Call me first thing in the morning. I want to know how the infection develops.” He picked his pen and wrote a prescription. “Here are the antibiotics she'll need to take,” he finally said, handing it to Gerda.

“These are quite strong,” she said, frowning. “She won't like the way they make her feel.”

“It's either this,” Nielsen said, pointing to the prescription. “Or admitting her to the hospital. And I’m certain you’d like to avoid that.”

Gerda couldn't do anything but agree with him. With the way things had gone just a moment before, she knew taking Elsa to the hospital would probably end up in disaster.

“Excuse me, Dr. Nielsen,” Marshall interrupted before the doctor had a chance to leave. “Was lying to her necessary?”

Marshall had stood by Elsa’s side when she had begged not to be given any tranquillisers, and he had only changed his mind when Nielsen convinced them both they’d only use local anaesthesia. As Gerda had expected, Elsa had fallen asleep in less than a minute, and Marshall disapproval had been obvious. He had remained quiet, though, refraining himself from saying anything at that moment. Part of Gerda felt proud Marshall was fighting for Elsa’s rights now that things were under control, and she felt guilty for not having explained to them what Nielsen was really about to do.

“Her powers can't be controlled. The tiniest mistake could result in one of us getting hurt,” Jonnas said, not feeling in the mood to explain himself. “Explaining the situation to other doctors or police officers is a lot more stressful than falling asleep, trust me.”

“I understand that but—”

“Trust me,” he repeated, letting Marshall know his decisions were not up for debate. “Oh, and, Hålkesen?”

Gerda could see his cold, sharp eyes glaring at Jonnas in disapproval, but still he remained quiet, limiting himself to answer his question. “Yes?”

“I don't know what you know about Elsa, but not a word to anyone. Am I clear?”

Gerda sighed in relief when Marshall nodded, his expression serious and trustworthy. It was clear that beyond his anger he could understand Elsa's situation was more delicate than he could comprehend.

Once Jonnas had left, Gerda closed the door behind him and turned to look at the young man still standing in her living room. She had only met Marshal briefly once; and now, there he was helping her take care of Elsa and agreeing to keep silent about things he probably couldn’t understand.

“Thank you for your help today,” she said, honestly. “You did the right thing by bringing her home.”

“This isn't the first time things like this have happened, is it?”

“You mean the infection?” Gerda said, as she began tidying up the living room. The first thing she did was fold Marshall’s blanket and lay it neatly on a small table, then she continued with her first-aid kit. Keeping busy helped her order her thoughts about everything that had happened since Elsa showed up at her door that rainy Sunday.

“I meant having Nielsen take care of her instead of going to the hospital.”

“Sadly, no,” she admitted. There was no point in keeping information from him at that point. After all, he had helped not only Elsa, but Jonnas and her too with everything they needed. “You may have noticed that taking care of Elsa is… ”

“Extremely complicated?” he said with a dry laugh.

Gerda nodded her head and felt grateful that he was understanding their situation so well. It wasn’t easy to accept that Nielsen and she had avoided taking Elsa to the hospital as much as possible during those years. It even felt like they were denying Elsa proper care. Anybody could blame them if they wanted. But Marshall seemed mature enough to understand it was for the best. “We try to avoid going to crowded places for this reason. You never know who could find out about her… abilities and try to harm her.”

“Why would anyone try to harm her?” he asked, in deep thought. Gerda found it endearing that he couldn’t comprehend why someone would try to do it. It let her see the person he was underneath and made her happy to know Elsa had found a good man in that lonely mountain.

“I need to stay alert in case Elsa needs me. Would you like to keep me company while I wait for her to wake up?” She offered, hoping he’d accept. She was dying to meet him and see what had become of little Hålkesen after so many years. Part of her was hoping he’d remembered who she was.

“I thought you wouldn’t let me stay…”

“I'm sure Elsa would love to see you after everything you did.” She enjoyed watching him turn a deeper shade of red and she understood why Anna loved pestering Elsa so much about the mountaineer. “Please, stay. I’d like to talk to you if that's okay.”

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For the next two hours, Marshall and Gerda stayed in the living room, keeping a close look on Elsa’s open door as they talked. From time to time one of them would take turns checking on her, even though they knew it would be a couple of hours until she woke up.

Talking to Marshall had been awkward at first, since their main topic of conversation was sleeping peacefully. However, Gerda had soon found a way to win him over by telling him who she was and what she remembered about his childhood and family. And to her surprise, as soon as he realised who she was, his shy and overly polite demeanour began to change. He became more talkative and even excited to mention a few things he remembered about her. He had spoken about her raspberry pies and even admitted to having lain in wait for her to show up at Oaken’s shop to offer her his help. Carrying groceries to get some pie in exchange was one of the things he loved about summer time.

Gerda had been delighted to know he still held her in high esteem, even if he hadn’t known her name. His whole life he had called her the “Pie lady” and that made Gerda extremely happy for some reason.

“How come you didn’t realise Elsa was my daughter?””

“I was a kid at the time,” he said with a sheepish smile. “I had no idea what your real name was or what you did for a living. All I remember was you spent some summers at the mountain and at the time you didn’t have kids who’d play with me.”

“What about the cottage?”

“They all looked the same when I was seven.”

“Well, it's true you were only a kiddo—” she began to say, but she got distracted by the sound of a key opening the front door.

Kai entered the house and only then did she remember the heated argument Kristoff and Kai had shared that very morning about Marshall. Everything that happened with Elsa had made her forget about her husband and son’s whereabouts and the fact they were after the man sitting next to her. She felt stupid for not trying to contact them, or at least let the police station Elsa was home, so they could use the radio to contact Kai.

"Gerda," he said as soon as he locked eyes with her. "I need your help—" He stopped as soon as he saw Marshall sitting by her side, and Gerda stood up, knowing he’d react before he thought things through.

"What are you doing here?” Kai asked, not giving Gerda a chance to say anything. And even she felt uncomfortable by the angered stare that he sent Marshall.

The young man stood up and looked at him unsure of what to do. Something told her he was waiting for her to do or say something first. She took a step forward and blocked Kai’s path. “Before you do or say anything, there’s something you need to know…”

Ignoring his wife’s request, he took a few steps closer to them all the time keeping his eyes fixed on Marshall. “Where is Elsa? You’re the last person she was seen with, and now—”

“Keep your voice down,” Gerda interrupted. She put a hand over his chest to try and calm him down. “She’s here. She wasn’t feeling well and so he brought her home.”

“Here?” Kai looked over Gerda’s head and in the direction of Elsa’s bedroom. The door that usually remained closed was now open.

“What happened?” Kristoff asked behind his father and only then she realised her son was there with them.

“She had a high fever. The wound in her hand is badly infected.”

“Bad enough for her to be in bed?” Kai asked, sceptical, his eyes falling on Marshall once again.

“Yes,” she said with a tired sigh. “Nielsen left an hour or so ago.” She knew there was a lot more she’d need to explain to them both, but all it mattered now was making sure Kai stopped targeting Marshall over something that was beyond his responsibility.

Walking past her, Kai stood in front of Marshall and asked, “What happened between Elsa and you? And where have you been?”

“Dad, for goodness sake,” said Krisotff exasperatedly. It was clear he had dealt with his father’s anxiousness all afternoon, and he had no more patience left. “He brought Elsa home. That’s all that matters.”

“You were looking for us?” Marshall asked, unsure why he was suddenly on Bjorgman’s bad side.

“I'm talking about the accident on Saturday.” Kai said, turning around to make sure Kristoff understood what he was talking about. “Elsa doesn't lose control of her powers that easily. He must have done something to her. And she wouldn’t disappear on her own either.”

Gerda paid close attention to the two young men and noticed the confused look they shared with each other. It was more than obvious they both agree Elsa disappearing was more common than Kai realised. Even Gerda herself knew that.

“I have no idea where Elsa’s been. And as I said the other day, I didn’t do anything.” Marshall said, annoyed he had become Kai’s scapegoat. “I told you to talk to Elsa the other night.”

“Look,” Kai said, taking a step closer to Marshall. “The realisation Elsa had hurt you got me by surprise the other day. I was desperate to come here and check on her. That’s why Anders and I let you off the hook easily. But I need an explanation now. A real one. What happened between you two?”

“I didn't hurt her.” Marshall’s seriousness left no place for an argument and Gerda worried it wouldn’t sit well with her husband.

“You had a fight. That much is clear.” Kai said with unfounded certainty. “The two of you ended up being hurt.” His voice steadily rose up and he pointed to Marshall’s injured arm to make his point clearer. “There was blood everywhere… Don’t try to minimise whatever it is you did!”

Marshall frowned at him. “I didn’t hurt her and we didn’t have a fight. Elsa and I—”

“Elsa did whatever was in her power to avoid you these last few days.”

“That isn't true!” Marshall spat, and Gerda could see the hurt in his eyes behind his anger. Kai wouldn't let Marshall explain himself and Gerda felt it was unfair.

“Okay. Enough of this. Stop.” Kristoff said, putting himself in between the two of them. “Elsa made a mistake, all right?" he said to his father. "She got hurt and lost control. Marshall got hurt because of it and ended up getting caught in all this mess.”

"Is that good enough for you? Or are you going to call your ridiculous partner to help you interrogate me?" Marshall barked, unable to control the anger he felt.

"For fuck’s sake, mate," Kristoff complained, pushing Marshall slightly to keep him at bay. "Shut up and let me talk."

Kai held Marshall's gaze until he decided it was best to deal with the mountaineer at some other time. Walking towards the door, he opened it wide and ordered, "I want you out of the house. Now."

"Kai, there’s no reason to—" Gerda tried to intervene.

"It’s okay, Gerda," Marshall said, his voice softer than before. "Thank you for your hospitality."

She watched him walk out the door and Gerda felt incredibly bad for him. She had seen the concern in his eyes when he brought Elsa home. She had seen the way her daughter relied on him when she was feeling weak or threatened, and that was enough for her to know he was incapable of hurting her. Not thinking twice about it, Gerda went after him.

She looked around and noticed the door of an old SUV closing with a loud bang. She got closer and saw Marshall hitting the steering wheel repeatedly. He was letting out his frustration on the car and Gerda thought it was best to stop him. She knocked on his window, and waited, hoping he'd listen to her.

When he finally turned to look at her, his tearful eyes made Gerda regret not saying something sooner. She knew she should’ve stopped Kai from throwing all the blame on him when they were all inside the house. "Please, open the door," Gerda said with a small, apologetic smile.

He didn't say anything; but to her relief, he rolled down the window and waited.

"I beg you to forgive my husband," she said even though she knew he wouldn't, at least not that night. "I know you care about Elsa and I can't thank you enough for that."

He looked at her for a moment, only to nod his head twice.

"I'll make sure she calls you once she wakes up."

He ended up thanking her for coming after him and he made her promise she’d let him know if Elsa needed help. She did and asked for his phone number. She then bid him goodbye and watched him go.

When Gerda got into the house, Kai informed her Kristoff was in Elsa’s room. They both had argued when she had left the house after Marshall, and Kristoff had chosen to go spend some time with his sister, even if she was still asleep.

Understanding her son’s feelings, she picked Marshall’s blanket that had been left forgotten on the small table and walked to Elsa’s room as well. She wanted to spend the rest of the evening with both her children and let Kai on his own, thinking about the things he had done wrong.

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I think I like this chapter better than chapter 42. I personally didn’t like the way the previous one turned out and there are a few things I’d like to change (about my writing, not the plot itself), but I thought it was best to continue the story rather than start making small changes here or there.

I hope you enjoy this chapter as well as the ones before. Several things I opened over 10 chapters ago are starting to come together and that might make these following chapters kind of convoluted. I hope that doesn’t make them too slow paced, but I want to start closing things, you know.

You may have noticed that Kai may seem sort of OCC in this chapter. But I did it on purpose. See, I like to think of him as that kind of person who’s calm and collected until the day the people he cares about are in “danger”, even if the danger is created by his own anxiety. I think all the stress about seeing his daughter so out of sorts finally got to him. I also revealed a bit more why Kai and Gerda are so overprotective of Elsa all the time — besides the obvious reason that’s Elsa’s past, of course. When I began this story I wanted to give every character a “backstory” of their own, and now you know more about Kai’s and Gerda’s.

As always, let me know what you think of this chapter as well as the rest. Your opinions always help me know what I’m doing right and wrong, so keep them coming.

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