Chapter XIV : Carnivore

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Rapunzel went out of the room and left Anna and Elsa alone. An awkward silence descended upon them. Elsa kept her eyes fixed to the bed sheets. Her legs brought up to her chest and she hid her hands behind them.

Anna, so far, was actually happy. She was relieved to see the woman whom she had no idea she cared about, safe and well. Albeit deep inside her heart, she knew Elsa still had a lot to recover from. Anna sat at the bedside. She stared at her feet that she dangled from the bed and tapped them together in a steady rhythm. She had a lot of questions she'd been dying to ask. However, she was scared to do it, for she feared that Elsa would have felt interrogated. She did not want to ask something that would have hurt Elsa's feelings.

Why did he lock her in there? How long has she been in there? Should I ask her? What if she gets scared or something? No… No, it's not the time to ask. Anna thought. She desperately wanted to know more about Elsa. Yet she was anxious to do so. Anna turned her head to look at Elsa. When she did, she bit her lip and furrowed her eyebrows in concern.

Now that her nerves settled, Elsa's pain was back. She winced when her stomach's burnt wound stung like hell, not to mention her scorching-yet bandaged-back. Her left arm ached from pressing it to her chest too much. She suddenly felt exhausted again. Elsa darted her eyes around the room quickly, trying to find what was causing her the pain. Was it her father? Was it Mad? Were they torturing her? Where did the pain come from if they weren't here?

"Don't worry, it's just temporary. It will heal in time." Anna assured. "You were in a terrible condition when we brought you here. So, my mother… She was the one who healed you." She smiled warmly at the thought of her mother, "She had to… you know, close the wounds. And the only way was to bur-… Ah, nevermind. You don't n-need to know how we healed you." Anna said while she rubbed the back of her neck. "You still have some small bumps on your forehead, but don't worry. They'll go in time… As a matter of fact, they already look better." She giggled a bit, "Bruises need ice, so… Your skin is already icy." Anna said jokingly while she rubbed herself as if she gestured about getting warm, before she laughed a bit. When she saw how Elsa's expressions did not change, she stopped herself from laughing, groaned in annoyance and let her head fall to her hands in regret.

'Your skin is icy'?!... Is that all what I got to say?! How stupid am I?! She doesn't want or need to be reminded of her wounds!... Aggghhh, stupid, stupid, stupid. Anna thought and mentally scolded herself.

Elsa eyed Anna for a moment and didn't say a word. She lowered her head again and stared at her gloved hands. What do they want from me? Elsa thought, concerned.

After a moment, Elsa began examining the room around her. She started with the bed sheets that spread next to her. She brushed her gloved fingers on them and tried to think what they felt like. A fabric Elsa hadn't touched for fifteen years. Back in the cellar, Elsa used to sleep on the cobblestone floor like a stray caged up animal. No sheets, no pillows, no mattress, but only the cold harsh floor.

Elsa's mind finally noticed she was wearing a dress, or anything to say the least. She felt it covered and hugged her skin, yet she also felt itchy. For fifteen years, Elsa only wore a shredded, loose tunic that barely did cover her frame. And after all these years of almost nudity, clothes would probably be annoying. She snapped out of her thoughts when her eyes fell on something from the dress that grabbed her attention.

Anna turned her head slowly off her hands to Elsa, whom was curiously twirling a loose thread that was off-placed from the dress stitches with her index.

Anna giggled at Elsa's childlike behavior. Elsa quickly looked up at the laughing woman and coked her head, one of her eyebrows lifted and her lips puckered a bit in confusion and wonder. Anna couldn't stop from laughing anymore at how Elsa's face showed pure innocent curiosity. If Elsa would have allowed her, she would have wrapped her in a hug. She just looked adorable.

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