A/N A new story! I came up with this plot again when I was almost asleep. I didn't think I'd write it, but then its scenes didn't stop plaguing my head while I had to do other stuff, so here we are. Struggling Elsa is just something I cannot get over with.

Disclaimer I don't own these characters :(

Heavy rain drumming against her arms and head started pulling Elsa back to consciousness. Her head felt foggy and her ears were buzzling. Her whole body was screaming from pain, all of her muscles felt sore. Elsa ignored the throbbing pain in her head while she lifted it to look at her surroundings. She was in deformed car, laying on the dashboard. The windshield was completely shattered and that's why rain was hitting her. With pained sigh, she forced her body to retrieve back to the seat.

Once she was sitting, it was easier for her to see the whole picture. There was a tree smashed into the driver's side of the car. That side of the car was crushed like a tin can, and the person sitting on the driver's seat was all covered in blood. His limbs were in strange positions, and she could see some bone poking out of the knee. Elsa could hardy make out the features of that person. He was short and skinny, with graying hair and big nose- oh wait, Elsa knew these features. Dread started to build up in her stomach while she gathered all of her courage to call out for him.

"Sir?" nothing.

"Sir?" nothing.

"Sir? Please," nothing.

And then finally, with tiny, defeated voice and hesitant touch on a broken arm: "Father?" still no answer.

Elsa had seen dead people before and she knew that there was one right beside herself now. There was no way that her father would be opening his eyes ever again. The memories from what happened before the crash started flooding into her mind. She remembered the fight and the man shooting her father to his stomach, her father hurling her into the car and starting driving while there were people shooting at them. She remembered praying him to drive slower in her mind, she didn't dare to say anything aloud though. She remembered her father starting to lose his focus because of the blood loss and then she remembered the crash.

Elsa was shaking now. What should she do? What should she do? She couldn't stay there, someone would eventually find them and she didn't want to go back. Elsa didn't have anyone left to take care of her. Without her father in charge, what would they do to her? It would be even worse than it already had been, she was sure of it. No, she had to go. This was her ticked to the freedom. Elsa tried to open the door, but it didn't budge. Panic started to spread through her body. She had to get out! Then she remembered the broken windshield. She would have smacked herself on the forehead if she wasn't in so much pain already. Then Elsa proceeded climbing out of the car through broken window.

She got out and landed ungracefully on the wet grass. She groaned in pain and rolled onto her back. She felt so tired, but she knew she had to get up. Elsa forced her sore body up. Once standing, she had to lean against the hood of the car to avoid falling back to the ground from the dizziness. When she gained the control of her body back, she peered back into the car, making sure there was nothing left from her. If the authorities wouldn't know that she was in that car, it would buy her more time to escape. Elsa casted one last look at her father and considered if she should take his wallet, but she didn't dare. She was too afraid of him, even if he was dead. Deciding to leave the money, she started limping into the forest as fast as she could. Elsa had to push through the pain, grinding her teeth and just go faster until she was somehow running.

Elsa kept running until she was completely out of breath, and her legs didn't carry her anymore, and her shoes had dig themselves into her heels. She leaned against a tree while sitting, and kicked her shoes off. The rain was still pouring on her and her oversized hoodie was so soaked that she barely had enough strength to carry it on her anymore. The forest was gloomy and the night was quite cool, despite it being midsummer. Elsa felt exhausted, but she knew that she would have to find some place to sleep and dry up a little. She mustered up all the strength she had left and got up. Wet moss was soaking her socks, but she didn't care. She started walking forward, even though she didn't have any adrenalin to manage the pain anymore.

Elsa was barely conscious when she finally came to the bottom of the cliff. There was small crack between the rock and the ground where she could crawl to sleep. The rain had subsided to drizzle, but it was still quite uncomfortable, and Elsa was shaking and shivering from the cold. However, she ignored it and started to cut branches from a spruce to get even some insulation between her and the earth which was radiating cold. When she was done making her tiny nest, she lifted her wet hoodie over her head and squeezed as much of water out of it as she possibly could, then she did the same for all of her clothes. When she was ready, she was wearing damp tank top, dark cray skirt and knee length socks. Elsa crawled into the crack and laid on the prickly sprigs. She curled under her hoodie and let the sleep take over. Some water was dripping onto her from the rocky roof she had, but she was just too tired to care anymore. Soon the blackness swallowed her and she was sucked into a dreamless slumber.

A/N I don't know why my first chapters always seem to be so short, but I'll try to write longer ones in the future. I hope you liked this. Please, leave your thoughts to the comment section.