Note: So you all asked and asked and here I am writing more fics (yes I know I still owe you al one more fic from the November collection and I swear it's coming but for now take this as compensation). Send me one word prompts (along with an specific pairing or character you might want to see, I won't really limit it to one word) and I'll get to them as I can. This first one was basically an entire paragraph prompt: Anna gets sick and while Elsa is taking care of her she spills her heart out thanks to a fever.

Sick

Anna was always prone to sickness. She was reckless enough to touch things without wondering where they'd been, she went exploring in damp and dusty places, she got cuts without bothering the properly clean them. But this was different. Influenza swept through the kingdom thanks to wayward rats from a trading vessel. And after about a week, it penetrated the castle walls.

"Your Majesty," Kai called between knocks on her door in the dark.

It was late at night, or perhaps early in the morning. Elsa squinted in the dark and rubbed her forehead.

"What in the…?"

She struggled in tangles of bedsheets and blankets, kicking at them, irritated. She put on her dressing gown, bumped her elbow into a chair, and cursed under her breath. She walked over to the door and opened to find Kai, in a dressing gown himself, standing in the hallway looking tired and distraught.

"It's the princess, Majesty."

Elsa was suddenly very awake out of the door before Kai finished. She strode down the hall quickly with Kai calling after her. She heard "sickness", "sweating", "coughing" and walked faster and faster until she reached Anna's room.

She threw the door open to see the physician leaning over Anna's bed, and the small lump under the covers shaking violently with coughs. And Elsa could feel her face going pale.

"It's the influenza," the physician whispered to Elsa, gathering his things, and exiting the room.

Elsa immediately entered and sat on the edge of the bed looking down at Anna. She gently brushed her stray hair, matted down, from her damp forehead.

"It is contagious, Majesty," the physician said, "I would advise against you—"

"I'll take my chances," she cut him off. She waved off the rest of the room and the staff cleared out

"How do you feel?" Elsa asked.

"Awful," Anna groaned.

"I wish there was some way I could help you," Elsa said, stroking more hair from Anna's head.

"Stay here with me?" she asked but then popped up, "But no! You'll get sick too, you'll—" a fit of coughs cut her off and all Elsa could do was rub Anna's back while she doubled over, coughing away.

"Don't worry about me," Elsa said, tucking covers up to Anna's chin when she finally lay back down.

Elsa had never been sick in her life. And in that moment she would trade places with Anna in a heartbeat to relieve her sister of the pain she was in. She shivered and coughed and sweated. She was pale and dark circles hovered below her eyes.

Elsa pulled a chair over and sat next to the bed. She dabbed at Anna's forehead with a cloth to clear away the perspiration. She occasionally passed her water when she asked. Anna eventually dropped off to sleep and Elsa watched over her. For the longest time, all there was to hear was the sound of Anna's breathing, labored as it may be.

But, after an hour or so, Anna began to stir again.

"Do…you want…to build a…snowman?"

"What?"

Anna's eyes fluttered open and focused on Elsa, even through half lids.

"The door…" she said. It was all slurred and quiet.

"What about the door?"

"You never answered, you were inside, but you never answered," Anna said. "Why didn't you answer?"

"Anna…you know why," Elsa said. She was feverish, she was possibly half asleep. Elsa shouldn't try to reason with her but all the same.

"I spent hours…." she trailed of breathlessly.

Elsa didn't need to hear the end of the sentence. She already knew. She'd been there, she'd heard. She heard every single knock, she heard every word Anna said, she heard every sob, she heard every foot stomping. And she heard how it would go on for hours, until someone called Anna for a meal or lessons. She'd wait all night if Kai and Gerda hadn't forced her into bed. Well, that was all before she gave up knocking.

"I wanted to hate you," Anna whispered. For once that night she sounded aware, she was looking right at Elsa now, "I tried to be so angry at you…but…I remembered the…the snowman…"

"Anna," Elsa sighed, taking a damp rag to her forehead, "You've got a fever, just rest."

"You love me."

Elsa paused and raised an eyebrow. Anna was looking right at her, accusing her. Elsa lowered the rag and leaned closer.

"What?"

"That's why the door was closed. Olaf…" she trailed off again and Elsa brushed more wet hair away.

"Olaf?"

"He told me…he said…love is putting…is putting someone else's needs before your own," she forced out, "That's why…the door was always closed."

Elsa felt her lip quiver and tried to control it. It was like she was eight all over again. She blinked out a few tears as Anna blinked owlishly, never removing her eyes from her sister. Never in her life did Elsa reconsider the decision to keep Anna oblivious to her sister's powers. She never thought about caving in and telling her to lighten the burden. Let Anna hate her, let Anna look at her with contempt as long as it kept her a safe distance away.

"I understand," Anna said.

Elsa sighed and turned her ahead away from Anna so her sister would not see her cry. She felt a very warm hand on her shaking back. Her own tears were warm too. She shouldn't be doing this, Anna was sick, very sick, and she was wasting the night crying. And Elsa was afraid to admit that the more years she spent behind that door, the less it had become about protecting Anna and the more it became about protecting herself. But perhaps Anna guessed that too.

"I forgive you."

Elsa turned back to Anna at that and the warm hand on her back slid down limp and Anna was coughing again. She rubbed her head and groaned and threw herself back onto the pillow. The sheets formed a damp halo around her body and it was clear the cold water wasn't about to calm the fever.

"Do you trust me Anna?" Elsa asked.

"Of course."

Elsa sucked in air. She had to become completely calm. She had to think only of Anna's smiling, happy face or it wouldn't work. She gently placed both her hands on Anna's shoulders and released her breath. With a shiver from Anna, the magic entered her body and Elsa repeated one thought in her head: please help her.

She willed the magic to cool her down, to kill the intruder in her body, to make her better.

"As soon as your better," Elsa said, "We're gonna build a snowman, you and me. In the ballroom like we used to."

"When did we do that?" Anna asked.

"You wouldn't remember."

The rest of the night was calmer. Anna's coughs calmed, her fever broke, she finally drifted off into a real sleep without waking. At some point Elsa herself must of fell off asleep because she woke up to find her head on Anna's lap, her hand holding her sister's, even in sleep.

Elsa's eyes fluttered open to see Anna, sitting up, looking at her. The color in her face was far better than it had been in the night. The sweat in her hair was long dried. She smiled watching her sister waking up.

"I don't think I've ever seen you sleep so late," Anna said.

"I didn't intend to fall asleep," Elsa said groggily. She lifted her head and blinked a few times. Anna reached forward to pat down a rebellious strand of Elsa's hair.

"I know what you did you know," Anna said, eyeing her.

"I have no idea what you mean," Elsa said, standing up and stretching.

"The physician is going to ask how I made some a miraculous recovery," Anna said, swinging her legs over the side of the bed, still a bit weak.

"The answer is rest," Elsa said, coming over and taking Anna's arm to steady her.

If Anna remembered what she said to Elsa, she never let on. The two padded down to the kitchens together, arm in arm, laughing and talking, never mind their bedhead and nightclothes. They sat at the dinning room table and ate porridge. They started sliding sugar cubes across the table when Elsa turned the surface to ice, and they played I spy.

And after an hour or so, Elsa stood and offered Anna her hand.

"Do you want to build a snowman?"