Shards- Elsanna AU: a snippet of the tumblr user: searlait

With complete consent of doing so, I've taken a snippet of Searlait's shards universe and flipped it into an elsanna context.

No hate please as this was stated by the original creator of said universe: You have my FULL and EXPLICIT permission.

Also, this is not Shards cannon so don't freak out at me or Searlait. This is merely a head-cannon spurred by this:

post/93938951177/if-youve-already-started-on-it

I suggest reading the link posted first, but it isn't required.

No Idea for a title but I'm thinking: Always Ours

Anna paced outside of her sister's door like an anxious husband. That's how she felt as she listened to Elsa's screams of agony. She was completely useless, helpless to do anything more than pace and wring her hands. Alarik had been allowed in the room due to the extenuating circumstances of Elsa's early labor and, of course, because Elsa had asked. No one would deny the queen in her time of need. Another scream of agony tore from her sister's throat and Anna winced. Perhaps it did no good to listen, other then fray her nerves and cause her mind to race over the worst possible outcomes.

She took a deep breath to steady herself. Anna would be there for her sister no matter what, there was no question. The clamor from behind the door had stopped. Anna's heart hammered in her chest. There was no infant crying, why was there no infant crying? She fought the urge to burst through the door and make a scene. Clearly the situation was being handled and it was beyond her control to do anything. She expected the door to fling open, the noise to start again, her sister's screams, anything. There was nothing and that terrified her more than anything could. Complete silence.

What seemed like hours later the door opened. Anna nearly leapt forward to demand answers, but when she saw Alarik's pale, drawn face, she stopped, heart caught in her throat.

"Elsa?" Anna dared ask. Her voice barely above a whisper.

"Fine." A brief smile tugged at the corner of Alarik's lips before disappearing.

Anna didn't want to ask, but she had to know. "The baby?"

The answer was immediately apparent. Alarik shook his head.

Anna was sure she felt her heart clench in agony. "Can I...?" She gestured to the half open door.

"Of course. She's been asking for you."

Alarik turned away and Anna was almost certain she could see his shoulders shake with quiet sobs. Unfortunately, the only thing on her mind was Elsa's well-being and she cautiously opened the door, shutting it quietly behind her. She sucked in a breath to prepare herself for whatever sight might meet her. It surely couldn't be as awful as her foolish brain had imagined before, but oh, Anna couldn't have been more wrong.

"Elsa?"

The room was dark, curtains drawn. The midwife had clearly done a fine job of cleaning up and must've exited through the adjoining door.

"Elsa?" Anna quietly neared the bed and took in her sister's state. Elsa was pale, beads of sweat collected on her forehead. Her breathing was strained and ragged. She reached for Anna's hand and squeezed it weakly, not bothering to make eye contact with her. Anna sat down on the bed, afraid to move too close to her elder sister as she didn't want to cause her any more pain. She had the urge to ask if Elsa was alright, but it would be foolish for clearly she wasn't.

Finally, Elsa met Anna's eyes and Anna witnessed the most hollow look she had ever seen. Those bright blue eyes lacked any emotion at all and Anna tried in vain not to let her hands tremble.

Elsa spoke so quietly Anna wasn't sure if she had imagined it or not.

"Anna... My sweet Anna." She outstretched her arm for her little sister to come closer.

Tentatively, Anna snuggled herself close to Elsa, taking the sleeve of her dress to wipe away the beads of sweat. She lightly kissed her sister's cold cheek. There were so many things she wanted to say. So much that Anna wished she could convey in sweet words and loving cuddles, but there was nothing that could cure Elsa's pain in that moment. Anna felt useless and held back her tears; she had to remain strong.

Elsa was gently rubbing her sister's back, as if Anna was the one that needed comforting. The queen knew that Anna had always viewed the baby as theirs, as had she. The blonde couldn't feel anything, complete emptiness was all that remained. Anna began to sob; Elsa knew her sister wouldn't be able to hold back for long.

"I'm so sorry Elsa, I can't... I don't even know what to say." She cried into her sister's shoulder, shaking with the intensity of her sobs.

"I know, my love." Elsa placed a soft kiss to her sister's forehead and whispered sweet soothing words.

Anna struggled to speak through her tears. "I know this is harder for you... It has to be. But he felt like ours." Her sobs turned to sniffles and Elsa looked down into her teal eyes, finally allowing herself a moment of pain.

"He always did." She kissed Anna lightly and wiped away the tears away. "He always was."