Frozen belongs to Disney. I do not claim any ownership.

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It's time for you to wake up, dear

A sound of a pleading woman caused her to wake up to a rhythmic pattern of the beeping sound. Her eyelids were extremely heavy and felt the struggle to open them. Just when she could slightly crack her eyes open for a bit, the bright light unwelcomingly greeted her. She had to re-adjusted her vision to the brightness of the room. The antiseptic-scent filled the atmosphere and it was quite unpleasant. She tilted at her side, gazing at the window. The sunray peaked through the dancing curtains. Is it morning?

She tried to shift herself into a sitting position, but could only flinch at the attempt. Headaches came after shortly. Listening to the beeping machine that matched her breathing calmed her down for no reason. Slowly observing the room with all the designs, well, all were mostly white. She caught a glimpse of a bouquet of flowers in the vase with a card beside it. Before she could wonder of whom the sender might be, the sliding door went wide-opened.

Her eyes changed their direction towards the source of the sound. It was a woman holding a clipboard in her hand. She heard a small gasp and a sudden shock appeared on the person's face.

"You're awake…" If it weren't for the silence in the room, she wouldn't be able to hear that barely audible voice of the woman. It took the women split second to rush to her side with a joyful expression.

"How are you feeling?" The woman asked with her hand pressing the button beside the bed. She wanted to answer in a normal-human tone, but her throat was killing her with its dryness. She stared at the woman for a moment until the woman spoke.

"It's alright, the doctor will be here soon." She informed and observed the monitors around her. The wires and tubes surrounded her like no end, she could feel herself wanting to get out of there. The unsteady noise moved the woman's attention to the figure on the bed.

"It's okay, honey. Everything's going to be alright." She calmed her down and made this instruction to show how to take slow breaths, "Inhale, exhale, that's it." Her brain did respond back to the lady, not feeling so sure whether it's from hearing or her brain just cooperate by itself.

Another figure showed up judging by the sound of the door opening. She could feel the steps coming closer to her. When the person was in her range, she saw the man with a white coat holding a clipboard in his hand.

"I see, you finally wake up." The man whose appearance looked like in his fifties stated, her eyes grew heavier every second. Speaking of which, how long was she out? Was it a day? Two days? The man cut her train of thoughts with an introduction, "My name is Pabbie, doctor Pabbie. How are you feeling? Do you feel any pain right now?"

She blinked and frowned, her body was racked with pain and it did not go unnoticed by the doctor. "It's okay, on a scale of 0-10, how would you rate the pain?" Her lips moved slowly, trying her hardest to accomplish a simple task, "Si...Six" Oh, how she hated her voice. She sounded raspy and the syllables made her throat sore.

Doctor Pabbie turned to the woman, saying something that she did not understand nor hear them clearly, however, she definitely heard them saying the unfamiliar word. Princess.

The urge to know everything rose up, she felt that she used up every single cell inside her just to sit up properly. The woman quickly assisted her at her side with a worried face. She gasped at every little movement, and by the time she sat up her whole body was shaking. "It's okay, princess. We'll go slowly, alright?" The doctor sat down on the chair beside her bed.

Huh?

"Do you know where you are?" She glanced and looked around the room for what felt like a hundredth time. She did not recognize the place at all. "You're at the hospital, Arendelle Hospital, do you know why you're here?"

Why am I here? She repeated the question in her head over and over again. That single why.

Think harder. There's gotta be a reason for you to hooked up to all these machines.

She snapped out from her deep thinking by the doctor, "Try to calm down, princess. We'll figure out whether you remember or not."

Remember––

What happened to me?

Why am I wrapped in bandages like a mummy?

Why are they calling me princess?

Just––who am I?

The machine went extremely fast with its beating unlike before. She was staring or not-so glaring hard at her hands that were gripping the sheets so tight with all of her energy. She just had no memory of anything. Her deep frown drew her brows together, all of these made her head throbbed.

"I––" She paused, "I don't remember."

She seemed pathetic. The idea of her memories getting erased just feel surreal, but unfortunately, this was the reality. Before her mind could process the undeniable truth, Doctor Pabbie lowered down the bed in a lying position again. Her body loosened up and she let out a big sigh.

Her eyes focused on the ceilings–white ceilings. Simple yet complex, just like her brain. The sound of them working on the monitors did not bother her from staring into the blankness. She was locked in her own thoughts that she mentally blocked her surroundings. Questions appeared endlessly–one after another, maybe, waking up wasn't a good idea.

"Princess Anna!"

Again, back to reality at the same place. She blinked to the doctor who just yelled out. He looked straight back, staring at her for what seemed like hours into her soul. "We'll continue this later," he had a little chat with the woman and continued, "you need some more rest."

He took more notes on the documents before leaving. The woman came closer into her view, gently putting her hand on her forehead. She recalled one significant information she had been given. Anna. That must be it–Anna. Well, at least I know my name now.

"I am Nurse Bulda, you can call me Bulda." The woman gave her a reassuring smile yet contains sadness in it. This woman gave her a sensation of a mother figure and she sat right at the same spot Doctor Pabbie was before. "I understand that you are confused right now. It's okay, dear. Right now, let's get some more rest." Bulda rested her hand on top of Anna's left hand and her gaze softened. Doctor Pabbie must've had done something because her mind was slipping away with blurry vision followed closely.

I guess it's not a bad idea. I'll just rest my eyes a bit.

It was already the next day, she woke up to the same scent of the anesthetic in the hospital. Bulda and Doctor Pabbie constantly did her check-ups. Gradually shifting into a sitting position with Bulda's help. The wires around her still made it difficult to move around. The doctor made an overall view that she had suffered amnesia, which he could not identify yet whether to its cause and still need to run further tests into it.

"Now could you spell Arendelle?" Doctor Pabbie asked. He had been asking lots of questions to diagnosis her psychological trauma.

"A-r-e-n-d-e-l-l-e" She said them slowly to make sure she was saying them correctly. Afterward, he handed her the shape sorter cube toy, pieces were disassembled. "Next, could you match different shapes into their matchings?"

Her hands went straight into it and arranged them in the same places. Bulda smiled like a mother proud of her child's achievement. "Last one of the day, could you try and hold this pen?" She looked at the black pen and took a hold onto it. She grabbed it with her hand, but somehow, she couldn't put much pressure causing it to almost slide down from her grasp.

Doctor Pabbie took a note on this, "I think your muscles are not reacting like before. You probably need some therapy sessions to help build up your muscles." He was right. She felt like her arms and legs were jelly-like.

"I…" She opened her mouth and stopped mid-sentence. A short silence filled the room with two pairs of eyes looking at her in curiosity, he asked, "Is there anything you want to ask?" She could feel her eyes burning, not from wanting to cry, but eagerness.

"What happened...to me?"

They looked at each other, hoping to find the appropriate phrases to say to the princess. The transition out of coma state still fresh and they wanted to be certain of the girl's condition. It wouldn't be best if she receives consequences after. A moment of hesitation written on their faces, she knew. She prepared to listen to yet the worst of what to come. It will be unpleasant.

"You had been in a car accident, dear." Bulda broke the awaiting silence, "You've been sleeping for two months without waking up." She was about to continue but the man cuts her off with a hand gesture to stop her from exposing more information, fearing her blank brain would not be able to handle them.

Frowning, Anna persisted, "Tell me more…"

Doctor Pabbie informed it was more than enough for today and left.

"Alright, Princess Anna–" The nurse's sentence got cut off by the patient, "No, please just...call me, Anna. When someone calls me princess, it feels–weird." Bulda smiled.

"Sure thing, Anna." Bulda set the blanket up warmly over her shoulders and lowered down the bed.

"Bulda?" She said in a small voice, sounding like a little child calling out to her mother. The nurse quickly turned to the girl, "What is it, dear? Are you feeling pain right now?"

Anna gulped. Her wounds were healing and were still in recovery, so there would be no doubt that she'll say yeah. However, there was not the point. Her eyes laid upon a card that had been taking away her attention from everything. They had changed the bouquet as well, but the card remained. She wondered who the sender might be.

"Do you know who sent that?" Well, of course, she would know. Since she regained her conscious, her mind had been constantly fighting. It was like having debates inside her.

"Your sister sent those to you."

Sister? Didn't know she had a sister, well, she was going through amnesia––basically became an amnesiac person. Indeed, she would not have the slightest clue in figuring this out. Her eyebrow raised, there was something about her sister that made her brain attempting to think harder. Bulda held the card and put it into Anna's hand.

"She'll be very happy when she arrives here." She looked at Bulda with a surprised look. Nervous? Heck, yeah. I mean, who wouldn't? You don't even know your family, but at the same time, you know them. Ugh, this is so complicating. Bulda could somehow saw through the nerves wrecking in her and assured her.

"Your sister loves you so much, Anna, you are the most precious person in her life. Don't doubt yourself, alright, dear?" Oh, how those words comforted her. Nurse Bulda must have had this motherly effect on her. "If you need any assistance, please don't hesitate to press the button, as I will be here as fast as possible." She signaled the button of where it positioned. Giving her one more smile before sliding the door behind her.

Alone. In this room was somehow, depressing. The more she thought, the more she felt confused. She needed answers and someone needed to give her, or else she'll soon be a walking skeleton, running around for hundreds of years searching for them herself. She did not give a single damn what the doctor had been trying to hold her back from knowing her identity. More truths. More information. More revelation.

She grabbed her bed handles and pushed herself upwards. The ECG monitor made these continuous short high-pitched sound when both of her hands reached for the handles in a tight grasp. Anna hissed a little when her chest and torso basically screamed in the insides after she exerted all her energy to lift up her legs. Adjusting her legs, carefully took a stand like a child learning how to walk. Those jelly-like legs were about to give up right at the moment it made contact with the cool surface of the floor.

The ground was quicksand. Sucking her down to the floor, denying every possible move she could take. She gasped but quickly took a hold of the IV drip stand with both of her hands. Her legs wobbled and her head went dizzy. She definitely was not going anywhere out of the room. All energy drained when she was halfway across the room. The sweats and her unrhythmic breaths evident enough to prove her weak state.

The tubes and wires proved difficulties for her. She cursed at all the obstacles around. It was no easy task after all.

Should've played with the button

Stood there in the middle of the room. Hoping there would be magical power given her the strength in going furthermore. The door slowly opened. Anna who stared at the ground glanced up upon to see the visitor. Looking from the feet and observed slowly.

She showed to have flawless skin and pale hands—very pale ones. Her braid hanging down on her left shoulder, the sunray came down just at the perfect angle, shining on the side of her face. She couldn't remember whether she squinted her eyes from the light, or from the goddess-like person in front of her.

When their eyes met, she knew.

For the first time, she understood the feeling of—familiarity.

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I've become attached to Frozen once again after seeing Wreck it Ralph 2 trailers. I love all the characters and I rewatched Frozen numerous times and fell in love with it more and more each time. I hope you all will enjoy this.

This is strictly inspired by 'Reboot' by InChemistryWeTrust - (this fanfic is so good, man)

Reviews are welcomed and kindly appreciated. (I would love to read all opinions about this story)