Rise of the Nightmares (Jelsa/The Big Five)

Chapter 20 - The Golden Flower

Elsa POV

"STOP!" Elsa screamed.

Opening her eyes, she sat up on a bed, tucked into heavy layers of blankets. She noticed she was hooked up to a ton of medical equipment that was measuring heart rate, blood pressure, and other important vitals. The heart rate machine rhythmically beeping to her own heart, indicating she was alive.

She expected to be back at the warehouse tied up in chains, the Man in the Moon's stunning crystal gaze watching her but instead, she was here.

She looked around the cold and silent bedroom, it resembled her Victorian-styled room at the institute but this one didn't have any of her clothes or belongings. And the door was on the left side of the room, not the usual right.

The large, bay-window gave Elsa an alluring view of the white outside. Snow was slowly falling in big beautiful flakes, making it look like a winter wonderland.

Anna was seated to her left, her face was lightly pressed against Elsa's bed and she was certainly in deep sleep. Her hair a tangled mess and drool dripped down her rosy lips.

"Anna-- Anna wake up," Elsa shook Anna, careful not to frighten her.

"Cebelration? I've been up for hours," Anna mumbled in her sleep.

"Anna," Elsa whisper-shouted again.

Anna sat up so quick, she almost bumped her head into Elsa's.

"Elsa!" she beamed. "You're alive!"

Elsa saw that tears were threatening to spill down Anna's face. She hoped Anna wouldn't cry, she hated watching people cry, all it did was make her want to cry.

"Of course I am," Elsa reached out for her sister, wrapping her arms around her. "Why wouldn't I be?"

"You've been asleep for a week." Anna's eyes drooped. "Rapunzel and the Rock Trolls have been healing you every day but you just wouldn't wake up. Pabbie said that you were lucky to at least be alive and that anyone else would have died of the injuries you had."

"Why?" Elsa asked. "I wasn't injured." 

"Yes, you were. You had stab wounds, five broken bones, and you lost so much blood-- so much blood..." She finally broke and tears slipped down her face.

"I'm okay now, please don't cry," Elsa said as kindly as possible.

She could barely recall any of her wounds. Jack's death replayed in her mind, he was injured more than she, he was the one who was dead. Most of the blood must have been his, not hers. Elsa felt a tear stream down her cheek at the thought. She quickly wiped it away hoping her sister didn't notice.

"Why are you crying?" Anna smiled. "We won the war! You're awake! Pitch is dead! And the celebration is scheduled for tonight!"

"Ja--"

"Anna?" A tall, broad-shouldered guy was standing at the door. Elsa didn't recognize him but that didn't stop him from looking shocked when he saw her.

"Elsa's awake?" he asked. His blond bangs were millimeters from covering his eyes.

"Yeah, just a few minutes ago," Anna said, she turned to Elsa. "This is Kristoff, he fought alongside with me during the battle."

"YOU WERE FIGHTING IN THE BATTLE?" Elsa snapped, she winced when she felt a deep pain in her chest. She just noticed now that her chest was all bandaged up. The monitor beeped indicating a rise in blood pressure.

"What else would you expect me to do? Sit and wait for it to be over?"

"Yes!" Elsa said. She rubbed at her temple, all the talking was making her head hurt. "Where are we, by the way? This isn't my room."