The Urban Princesses: Elsa & Anna

Chapter 14

Elsa's POV

I woke up in the backseat of a car.

My head throbbed and a seatbelt rubbed at my neck.

I opened my eyes and saw Hal driving the vehicle.

"I told you to leave me." I said.

"I couldn't leave you like that."

"Yes you could!"

"Not with Anna's life on the line. After that, you can go back to the wilderness."

I crossed my arms and blew a stray piece of hair out of my face.

I sat in silence as we drove through the busy streets of New York.

He pulled into the hospital parking lot and helped me out of the car.

We started walking towards the ER entrance but he turned and we started heading to the psychiatric ward.

"Where are we going?" I asked.

He didn't answer.

We walked through the automatic sliding doors and Hal went up to the front desk.

He whispered something to the nurse and she nodded. I caught the words "crazy" and "dangerous".

"Hal?" I walked next to him.

He turned around. "Elsa, these kind ladies are going to take care of you until Anna needs the blood, ok?"

I felt two arms start guide me through the halls.

"You think I'm crazy?" I whispered. "I'm not crazy!"

They pulled my arms back and walked faster down a hallway.

I turned my head and saw Hal smile.

"No!" I screamed.

They pushed me into a room with white padding that lined the walls.

He told them I was crazy. Why would he do that? Anna needed my help and I was stuck in a box.

I banged on the padded door.

"Please! My sister! She needs my help! I'm not crazy! Let me out! He was lying! I was kidnapped!"

I knew nobody would come. I slid down the wall and cried into my hands. This was all my fault.

Maybe if I run away, she would've never come looking for me, maybe if I didn't throw the rock, maybe she wouldn't be hurt. The only person I still love in this world was almost dead because of me.

I paced the room trying to think of a plan. They couldn't hold me in here forever. Anna is the only thing that entered my mind. I couldn't think straight. The thought nagged at my mind.

Anna could be dead.

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Anna's POV

I saw a white light, I thought I was dead.

How could he do this?! How could he deceive me like this?! Just for a little attention that would last maybe a day or so?!

I thought that when you died, you were calm and happy and you felt weightless, all I felt was a weight on my chest.

My eyes opened and I was blinded by white. They adjusted and I saw Olaf sitting on my chest. I laughed then coughed a few times. My mind was still groggy, but the poison didn't kill me.

"Hey bud." I croaked.

He hopped down and scratched at the door. He jumped back on the bed and nudged the small button that called for a nurse. I pressed it and a few seconds later, a nurse rushed in.

"Can I help you?"

I didn't know where to start.

"Oh and I meant to tell you, your sister is in residence in the psychiatric ward. Once she is stable we can gather blood from her."

I couldn't believe it! She was here!

I pulled the IV out of my arm and got out of bed. My legs were wobbly but I managed to sprint to the door. The nurse tried to hold me back but I wiggled out of her grip and stumbled through the hallways, my hospital gown billowing behind me.

I saw Chris see me.

"Chris!"

"Anna!"

I fell into his arms.

"What are you doing?"

"Help me get to the psychiatric ward."

He found a wheelchair and we sped through the hallways.

"Almost there." He whispered.

Several nurses tried to stop us but we were too fast. I had to get to Elsa.

I can't believe Chris would do something like this for me. He had been here for me the whole time and I don't think I gave him enough thanks.

We finally got to the ward and we scanned the signs on the doors for her name.

I saw a name plate that said "Bauer, Elsa"

"There!" I squealed.

Chris halted to a stop and I tried to get out of the wheelchair but he stopped me.

"You are too weak."

He went over and saw that the door was cracked open.

Chris came back over and pushed me quietly through the doorway.

I put my hand up to my mouth.

Elsa was crying on the ground, Hal stood behind her with a needle in his hands.