Reborn

19

"ELSA!!!"

She didn't answer, just screamed again and again in her sleep. Kristoff raised his hand and slapped Elsa hard across her face.

Elsa's hand lashed out and grabbed Kristoff's wrist, ice started to form around his hand and arm. Her eyes were opened and focused on him, but they were wild and terrified. "Elsa, it's me, Kristoff. You're just dreaming. WAKE UP!!"

"Hi!" Olaf called out as he came bounding over to them.

Elsa's eyes seemed to snap and she gasped, retracting her hand from Kristoff's wrist, and the ice instantly vanished. At first Kristoff couldn't feel anything, then his arm froze up as his arm started to tingle and go fuzzy as the blood came rushing back. Her eyes kept darting between her hands and Kristoff's arm, utter horror dripping from her irises. She finally met his eyes and then her body seemed to go limp and she collapsed onto her bed, clutching her chest, hyperventilating.

He heard the tent flap part and sensed someone behind him. But he didn't turn. Elsa needed him. "They are ready for you," a deep voice said in a surprisingly soft tone. Kristoff recognized it as the Ice Giant who got the best over Elsa. There was silence as Kristoff didn't respond. He was too worried about Elsa. "What's wrong with her?" the Ice Giant asked.

"I don't know," Kristoff replied, his voice taunt.

"I'll get the Læknir."

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Translation: læknir is Old Norse for 'healer'.