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"I'm aware that you know."

A silence passed, one permeated only by the sound of Anna's mouth clicking shut every now and again as she tried to find words to say. After the fifth time Anna's jaw fell open, Elsa lightly pushed it back up with the hand that was still held down by Anna's own one. The blonde held the girl's mouth closed until she managed to do it herself. Unfortunately, Anna's method of keeping her mouth shut was by biting her lower lip harshly, drawing blood from it.

Elsa, her hand remaining in contact with Anna's skin, wiped away the rivulet of blood with a thumb. Anna winced at the pain. When a new stream of the mortal ichor emerged from the wound, the specter wiped it away again. Anna winced again but less intensely. Elsa repeated this thrice more before the flow seemed to have been stymied and Anna's winces died down to nothing.

The blonde pulled away her hand and let it drop down to her lap. Anna's eyes follow the blood-covered limb fall. Interestingly enough, the blood seemed to fade into Elsa's skin. There was no show of light or magic like Anna had expected. It just faded.

That wasn't the only thing Anna had noticed. As soon as the blood had vanished, Elsa seemed to lighten up in a way. Physically, there wasn't anything noticeable that had changed. She was still as solid as she had been before, something that seemed odd to Anna considering she was talking about a ghost. Anna had noticed the seemingly ethereal beauty- a beauty which Anna had not realized until now was probably due to the otherworldly nature of the being in front of her- and nothing had seemed to change. The light blue turtle neck was still a light blue turtle neck. The faded jeans were still faded jeans. The light blonde braid was still a light blonde braid. Yet Elsa seemed… warmer, more there.

"-here, Anna."

Anna jerked out of her reverie and brought her gaze up to meet Elsa's. "Huh?"

"I said that I'm surprised that you're still here, Anna," the blonde repeated in a slow voice that seemed to be laced with worry. For whatever reason, she started rubbing circles on the back of Anna's hand with a cold thumb. Or maybe she had already been doing that but the redhead hadn't noticed. Anna wasn't sure.

"Of course I'm still here," Anna finally managed to say. "Why wouldn't I still be here?"

Elsa smiled before turning back to the sunset. "Beautiful sunsets are supposed to be shared with someone you love, but you're here with a ghost."

Anna frowned. "Maybe I love you."

Elsa shook her head, still smiling. "You've known me for one day. You can't possibly love me."

"Maybe," she acquiesced, nerves not really letting her argue. "But I do love that you can teach me how to read written Norse even if you're a ghost and all."

Elsa stared at her quizzically. "Does it not bother you?"

Anna shrugged. "Should it?"

Several seconds passed while Anna waited for a response. Finally, Elsa let out a sigh. "You are a strange child."

"Maybe I am," Anna agreed. Suddenly, it hit her. Elsa was all alone up here, probably since the asylum burned down who knows how many years ago. This girl, wraith or not, didn't want to see her run away. While that wasn't precisely what Elsa was thinking, it was enough to convince the ever impulsive Anna to remain right next to Elsa and hold the ghost's hand. "So how about it?"

"'How about' what?" Elsa blinked in confusion. She had expected the girl to run long ago, yet she stayed.

"How about you continue teaching me?" Anna grinned. Elsa smiled and opened her book.


"No, Anna."

"But come on," the redhead whined as she tried to drag her overly muscular friend to the door. Hans smirked from the corner of Anna's room before turning back to his book. He had become used to his two friends' antics just as they had grown used to him.

It was the day after Anna had gone to visit Hell's Gate and her mother had been adamantly against her going out all night yet again. She did, however, allow for her daughter's two closest friends to stay over for the night. It may have concerned other parents but Anna's mother had watched the three grow up together. It also helped that Anna had no interest in boys and the other ginger had no interest in girls. Kristoff was an unknown but she trusted him.

This had led to Anna trying to convince Kristoff to drive her up to Hell's Gate after her failed attempt at convincing Hans.

"Anna! It's dangerous!" Kristoff forcefully sat himself on the floor, dragging Anna down with him. He refused to budge no matter how hard the girl pushed and shoved.

"If the girl wants to get herself killed, I say let her," Hans scoffed. He regretted it when a shoe hit him on the head. A second later, a one-shoed blonde boy with a redheaded girl clinging to his waist with her body being dragged across the floor yanked Hans's book out of his hands and tossed it onto the bed.

"Elsa's not dangerous," Anna stated. Her voice was muffled by the cloth of Kristoff's shirt. "She's just lonely."

A pleading look from Kristoff later, Hans aided in the detangling of the other redhead's arms from around the bulky blond. After managing that endeavor, they sat the girl down on one side of her bed while they sat on the other.

"She's not dangerous," Anna stated once again. "She just needs a friend."

Hans rubbed his temples, trying to stall the oncoming headache. "For the last time, she's a ghost, Anna. They don't get lonely."

Anna huffed. "Well, she does."

"Anna," Kristoff groaned in frustration. "You've been saying that she's all innocent for the past three hours."

"She is!"

"Anna!" Hans reached over and pulled the girl closer. "You are my best friend and you should really be glad we don't think you're insane, but Elsa is a ghost. Do they even understand the concept of time passing anymore?"

"She does!"

"Anna, listen to yourself!" Anna fell back against her bed frame, startled by the sudden increase in volume. Hans took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. "You are becoming obsessive over this girl- ghost- you saw a week ago. It's not healthy."

Anna frowned and tucked her knees below her chin. "She's lonely."

Kristoff sighed and pulled Hans away from Anna before turning to her himself. "Anna, it's not safe."

Anna didn't respond. Kristoff sighed again before forcibly moving the girl into a comfortable lying position and cover her with a comforter. Hans went back to his corner to read, casting glances at the girl to make sure she hadn't run off, and Kristoff sat at the edge of the bed, occasionally glancing at the redheaded girl or staring off into space.

She's lonely.


wooooo, compulsions.