Chapter Ten: Soup, please?

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"Psst," Elsa whispered and poked Hans on his shoulder, still not waking him from his deep sleep. "Psst, Hans." She said and again poked his arm. "Hans." She said louder, becoming more frustrated and tapped his cheek. He quickly began shuffling around in the chair and groggily looked up at Elsa. She was standing only a foot away from him and was now dressed in a long violet colored dress and her hair was let down and long.

"Elsa." He said, wiping his eyes and looked up at her and smiled. "You look nice."

"Thank you." She smiled sheepishly and kept standing in front of him.

"What time is it?" Hans asked and looked over to the window and looked outside to the bright sun.

"Around noon."

"Oh, no." Hans said, his eyes widened and he slapped himself on the forehead. "I have work."

"Oh! No, you don't. Kristoff stopped by earlier and told me that you don't so you can take care of me... I hope that's okay."

"Of course. That's perfectly fine." He said and Elsa could see him visibly calm down.

"Anna told me that I have food poisoning." Elsa mumbled and sat down on her bed in front of Hans and right in between his opened legs.

"Yes. Did you take your pill? The doctor said to take it twice throughout the day."

"This morning I did." She nodded and looked over at The Widow's Tale. "You know that you were reading my favorite book?" She asked, a small smile coming across her lips.

"I assumed it was yours but I didn't know it was your favorite... I fell asleep reading to it." He laughed quietly. "Not that it was boring or anything like that."

"I don't feel so well." Elsa said, gripping her stomach.

"Oh, no." Hans said and stood up from the bed and retrieved a small plastic trashcan and handed it to Elsa. He sat down beside her on the bed and made sure the trashcan would stay up if she had to get sick. "The doctor said that you'd be vomiting due to your stomach pushing out the poison."

"Ugh." Elsa mumbled and laid her head against his shoulder. "I haven't been this sick in years."

"I don't get sick too often." Hans said and took the trashcan from her and sat it down beside the bed. "You feel warm... Maybe you have a fever? I think you should take a nap or maybe I can get you some soup?"

"Soup would be nice." Elsa mumbled.

"Here." Hans stood up from the bed and picked Elsa up bridal style then laid her back on the bed in the middle and tucked her under the covers. "I'll be back. I'm going to get a maid and ask her to have the chef make you some soup."

"Thank you." Elsa nodded and laid her head down on the pillow and tried to become more comfortable but was just too cold for comfort.

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