Heliotrope is a flower with the meaning of devotion or faithfulness.

3 am plot bunny that hit me, considering the last one that hit me was Frostbitten, I decided to give it another go. Modern AU take on Frozen and RotG, hope you all enjoy. ~Aria.

Elsa sat outside the surgery rooms in the tiny waiting room, bent over in the uncomfortable pastel colored chair as the television bolted to the wall above her droned on about the day's news. She didn't hear it, she stared down at her hands, clutched around the wad of tissues she held. Her eyes were red rimmed, tear tracks marking her face and small cuts marred her face and hands. A large white bandage was taped high over her right eye, a tiny line of blood showing through, another larger bandage was on her right forearm. Her cheery yellow top was dotted with blood stains and her form fitting jeans were torn in several places.

A door opened, her head snapped up quickly, hope shining in her eyes that quickly gave way to disappointment as a nurse gave a sorry look to her as she hurried through the waiting room to the other side, entering one of the other surgery rooms.

She sighed and leaned back, dabbing at her eyes with the tissues again, uncaring at her appearance. Her swollen belly came into view, she absently ran a hand across it, her gaze now staring at the closed surgery door with it's glaring red light above it stating "In Use."

It had all happened so fast, the events hours before now, it felt like days to her. They were heading home from a nice dinner together and shopping, more things for the baby safely tucked behind them in the car. Jack had been smiling and laughing as he always was, teasing her about the latest strange and obscure baby names he'd found online.

Then it had happened, the car coming towards them had crossed the center line. Everything had slowed down in those few moments. She'd seen Jack jerk the wheel around, known that he'd done it to protect her, to protect the baby, to take most of the hit for himself. The crash was so loud when it had happened. Elsa still heard it when she closed her eyes, still felt the airbags flying out to try and cushion her after the impact.

It had stunned her, the whole event had just stunned for a long moment before the panic set in. Not the pain of her own minor injuries, the panic of her husband in the seat next to her. He was unconscious and there was blood, so much blood. She'd screamed, not from the sight of the blood but from the sight of him just lying there, not moving. She'd been terrified he'd been killed. He'd moaned a little then, moving ever so slightly before slipping back into unconsciousness. She had reached a shaking hand over to him, setting it on his head.

Other motorists had stopped, her door had been jerked open and hands tried to pull her out. She turned and cursed, spat at them, ordering them to call for help, call for Jack. She was fine, couldn't they see that Jack was who needed the help? Sad eyes had looked back at her, their gazes darting between the driver and passenger seat, scared glances darting between her face and her belly.

Finally the sirens and lights heralded the call of help, a tall moustached man with salt and pepper hair had pulled her a few steps away, close enough that she could still see them frantically working on Jack. Her eyes glanced around, seeing policemen shouting and waving their arms at another man who was stumbling about before grabbing him, roughly turning him about and handcuffing him.

The paramedic dabbing a cloth on Elsa's forehead sighed sadly.

"Another drunk idiot," he murmured, causing Elsa to turn and look at him.

"What?"

The paramedic stopped, looking a little surprised and gestured towards the man being shoved roughly into the back of the police car with no visible injuries.

"The other driver, looks like he's completely hammered."

Elsa didn't feel the sting of the antiseptic when he poured it on the cut on her arm, all she could do was stare at the man in the backseat of the police car until he pulled away. How could he be so careless?

Her silent rage was interrupted by shouting of several other men as they pointed skyward, the loud whirring noise of a helicopter coming to her senses now. She watched as the metal bird landed in an empty field across the street from the road they were on, the doors sliding open and several people jumping out and running towards them.

"I need to go with him," she said, turning to the paramedic.

"What?" he said, pausing while tearing two pieces of tape.

She moved to yank her arm away.

"Please, my husband, I can't-I," she said, turning her head to look between the wrecked car that Jack was slowly and carefully being pulled from and the paramedic wrapping her arm in gauze and bandages.

The paramedic looked at her for a moment before nodding, securing the piece of tape.

"Hold this for me, I'm almost done."

"Thank you," she breathed, as he quickly moved to tape the rest of the bandage on.

He walked her over to the gurney they had laid Jack on, his whole body immobilized carefully with hard plastic, straps and covered with blankets to keep him warm against the shock of the accident. She felt them looking at her, she felt the tears threatening to break and sobbed a little, looking him up and down. Her hands hovered above him, not sure where she could touch him just to be able to touch him to know he was still with her.

"We need to go!" one of the small women in a flight suit said, grabbing the gurney and starting to move him towards the helicopter. Elsa ran alongside them, refusing to leave, glancing behind to see the older paramedic chatting quickly with a man in a matching flight suit, pointing at her. The man nodded and ran to catch up.

The gurney folded easily into the helicopter, the nurses and doctor moving around Jack with a practised ease of a flight crew in the tiny cramped space. The man the older paramedic had spoken with grabbed Elsa's arm as she went to climb in, pointing to a small seat at the very entrance to the helicopter.

"Sit there, and don't move. We have a lot of work to do on your husband," he said, helping to lift her into the helicopter as the blades whirred to life again. He scrambled in after her, pulling the door shut with a loud bang.

Elsa reached out and carefully touched Jack's blanket wrapped foot, hoping she could do that as medical orders and instructions were shouted out around her and the roar of the helicopter came to life and lifted off, carrying them to the hospital. Taking them to save Jack's life.

Elsa jumped in the waiting room, startling her from her horrid memory as the door banged open, her first glance went to the surgery door, hoping to see one of Jack's doctors emerging to give her good news. The other went to the entrance to the waiting room, where she saw, to her relief, Anna bustling across the room with her arms outstretched. Elsa stood quickly, tears beginning to pour from her eyes again.

"Oh Elsa," Anna said, worry and fear etched on her face. "I'm sorry it took us so long to get here, we had to wait for Kristoff's mother to arrive to watch the children, and you know how Bulda is."

Anna wrapped Elsa up in a tight hug.

"Any news yet?"

Elsa shook her head, tearing flowing down her cheeks.

"No, he's been in there for several hours now. They took him straight in there as soon as we got here too."

Anna moved to help Elsa sit back down on the hospital chairs.

"Have you eaten anything? I'm sure you've been up all night, it's almost 6 am."

Elsa shook her head.

"I'm not hungry."

Anna gave her a worried look.

"Elsa, it's not just you that you have to eat for though."

Elsa gave her a quick glance, sighing before turning back to look at the door, shaking her head.

"I can't leave, not right now. Not until I know he's alright."

They rushed Jack straight into surgery, the flight crew shouting the vitals and medical details to the hospital staff, nurses, doctors, anesthesiologists, pharmacists, and the flight crew all moving around in the strange careful dance around the operating table as they removed the straps and blankets from his body, shouted orders to transfer him from the moving gurney and backboard to the metal table. Tubes flew around him, IVs going in, another tube going down his throat for incubation to help him breath.

He had a long road ahead of him if he made it through tonight. And it would be a long night for him.

One of the doctors stepped up to his head, pulling his eyelids open and shining a small flashlight into his pupils.

"Jack? Jack Frost? Can you hear me?"

Jack moved a little, shifting his limbs slightly.

"Good, very good Jack. Stay with us here, okay? Keep fighting, Jack."

A needle was slipped into an IV and Jack's battered body slumped into unconsciousness as more orders were shouted around the room.

"Jack? Jack Frost" Can you hear me?" the Moon called to him. Jack startled awake, the winter spirit had been enjoying a nice long sleep, curled up in the branches of a tall pine tree.

"Yeah," he said, yawning and rubbing his eyes. How long had he been asleep, wiping the snow off of his pants, shaking his sweatshirt a little.

"Good, very good Jack. Stay with us here, okay? Keep fighting Jack," the Moon said, his light shining very brightly for Jack before dimming.

Keep fighting? Keep fighting what? Pitch? They had defeated Pitch months ago, had he already rebounded his power? And stay where? Where was he? He couldn't remember anything anything. Maybe Jack had slept longer than he thought he had.

"Moon!" Jack shouted, scooping up his staff and shooting out of the top of the tree he had been laying in. "What do you mean Moon?"

He received no answer. Jack gave a frustrated groan, running a hand through his hair and looked around. He couldn't leave? He couldn't run to the North Pole to check with the others to see what was going on? It would make things so much easier if he could, but he didn't want to risk something happening if he did. Swallowing, he looked around and spied the spiraling trails of woodsmoke in winter and sped off towards them. If anything, this was what he needed to protect, grinning slightly as the small port kingdom came into his view, the large palace nestled back behind it, surrounded by snow. This looked like his kind of place.

Elsa stared at her hands again, her fingers working over her wedding band. More long hours had passed, Anna practically forcing her to eat the apple and carrots that Kristoff had found for sale at the tiny food cart down the hall. She likely would have refused if not for the baby, the food had tasted like ash in her mouth.

Finally, the door to the surgery room had opened, a tired looking white haired man stepping out. Elsa all but ran to him, her hands clenched together as she looked up at him.

"Jack? How is he? Is he okay?"

The man sighed and nodded.

Elsa exhaled, feeling the tight fist around her heart that had been there since the accident loosen slightly.

"He is stable," the doctor said in a heavy Eastern European accent. "But still in serious condition. We have him sedated, in a coma-like state while he is on the respirator."

"Respirator?" Anna whispered behind Elsa.

The doctor nodded. "Jack has a lot of injuries, we are trying to help his body as much as we can. By helping him breathe, it lets his body concentrate on healing other things. I can let you see him for a minute before we take him upstairs to ICU if you'd like, Mrs. Frost."

Elsa nodded quickly. "Yes, please, yes."

The doctor smiled at her, taking her left arm and turning to lead her back into the surgery room.

"This is going to be a long process," he said, turning her once they entered into a prep room where he helped her into a gown, mask and gloves.

"Jack was injured pretty severely, some of us weren't sure he would make it. A less healthy man likely would not have, he's very lucky."

Elsa swallowed, nodding as she slipped on the latex gloves, taking a deep breath.

"Jack is strong, he will make it."

The doctor's eyes crinkled up in a smile over his own mask and he nodded, pushing the next door open to the surgery room. Elsa walked inside, paused and then hurried over to the table where Jack was laid out. His chest was bare, a sheet and blanket pulled up over his stomach. Wires and tubes were connected to his arms and chest that led back to poles and machines that were steadily humming and beeping in various rhythms. The steady rise and fall of his chest was helped by the blue tubes leading to another machine, that foretold each breath with it's own gasp of air.

She picked up his hand, careful of the tubes leading into his veins and stroked it.

"Oh Jack," she said softly. "What mess have you gotten into this time."