Ooh I have a prompt, what if Anna's hair turned white the moment she was stuck in F1?
OOoooooOOoOooh THE DRAMA.
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Elsa twirled around when she heard Anna’s grunt, and the heavy steps of someone approaching fast, running even, slamming on the ice floor of the palace.
The blonde gasped at the sight of Anna knelt on the ground, her left hand on her heart, and the other lifted to an unknown man in harvester outfit who helped her stand up. With panicked eyes and a hitched breathing, shoulder weaving up and down and fists clenched, Elsa stared at her injured sister, who had been struck, once again, by her magic.
“No... No, no, not again...”
“It’s okay, Elsa...” Muttered Anna.
However, she had said that in a hiss, through gritted teeth at the obvious pain she must be feeling, and the anger for not managing to calm her elder down.
“NO, no it’s NOT!” Whined Elsa, turning hysterical.
Anna was trembling as she was holding to the man, and soon Olaf arrived. Even him, who was barely a few hours old and had been created with the memory of two innocent children, noticed that something was up with Anna.
“This is wrong... This is so wrong...” Gasped Elsa, tears filling her eyes but not rolling because of how clenched her face was, due to raw panic.
She was clenching her hands frantically.
Anna held to the mountaineer for dear life, but didn’t detach her eyes from her sister. “Elsa. Elsa, look at me. We can head down this mountain together.”
“NO!” Shouted the blonde, now passing nervous hands in her hair, nearly ripping them off. “I’m a MONSTER!”
“No you’re not! You’re not!” Swore the redhead.
“I hurt you...” Mumbled Elsa, her lips trembling.
“I’m fine.” Lied Anna, and actually, this lie hurt her heart just as much as it pained her physically.
“Uhm... Anna...” Started the man.
“Not now, Kristoff.”
“Seriously, your hair...”
“What, my hair? I just went through an indoors snow storm, I’m sure your hair would be as messy as--”
“No, your hair is turning white.”
“I... What?”
Elsa had widened her eyes as well, mute by what was happening and feeling her own body freezing over with terror.
Anna lifted a trembling hand to one of her braids, and lifted it up to see it. Indeed, all her red hair was turning white, a color that was exactly like...
A stumbling sound resonated in front of them, reverberating on the ice walls. Elsa had just fainted, her whole body unconscious on the floor.
“ELSA!”
The younger flipped her hair back, not caring about its state anymore.
“ELSA!!”
She hurried to check her pulse, slipping on the ice as she did, but that allowed her to kneel next to her sister’s head. Anna let out a heavy sigh as she could feel that Elsa was still breathing, but she had completely passed out.
“Kristoff, we have to take her back to Arendelle.”
“...What??”
“Please, do as I say. Help me get her up. Will you lift her body until we’re at the castle?”
“Sure, but if I do, who will help you stand?”
“Don’t worry. I’ll be fine.” Forced to smile Anna.
“I’ll help you stand.” Proposed Olaf, already using his head to push Anna’s butt up.
Anna would have giggled at the gesture if she wasn’t entirely focusing on Elsa.
“Careful...” She advised as Kristoff easily picked up the Queen.
She weighed nothing, and certainly ate less than Anna who he had been carrying earlier, but Kristoff held his comment for now. His thumb brushed over the back of Elsa’s magic ice corset.
“Waow... This truly is incredible craft.”
“Admiration for later, please. We need to bring her to a doctor. NOW.”
“Sorry.” Blushed Kristoff. He didn’t mean to be rude. After all, Anna had all the time to admire the inside of the ice palace, and he didn’t.
“Okay. To Arendelle. Let’s go.”
They left the ice palace, Kristoff heading with a sleeping Elsa in his arms, Anna following with trembling limbs, and Olaf eyeing her.