lovewillthaw-j: chileanon: Posting it here for posterity’s sake.This is a localization I made for th
lovewillthaw-j: chileanon: Posting it here for posterity’s sake.This is a localization I made for the threads on /co/Author:akamiru_This is Part 1.Link to Part 2:https://chileanon.tumblr.com/post/662224178188107776/Links to original source in Japanese:https://twitter.com/akamiru_/status/1436604917301481478https://twitter.com/akamiru_/status/1436605007743238152 Gorgeous drawings, I love the art style.This reminded me painfully of this short fanfic: Scarlet. https://m.fanfiction.net/s/9948696/1/scarlet-scarletTL;DR - little Anna is seriously sick with scarlet fever (no antibiotics in the 1840s) and is slipping away from dehydration and fever . (tw: death from sickness/infection) Little Elsa comes out of her room for once and takes care of Anna with her ice. In the fic Elsa unleashes her icy FURY against the fever, this part is so heart wrenching…I’m crying and she cradles delirious Anna and feeds her droplets of ice…. Oh my heart… Excerpt below (bold emphasis mine) —Nothing. Anna’s chest rises, jitters, falls. No more.Elsa hovers her hands over Anna’s face, her throat. She can feel the heat in both, burning, boiling, and she closes her eyes against the dark snowy raging cold blooming deep her in chest, her belly. When she speaks again it’s not to Anna.“Get out,” she says, and she’s pulling her gloves off, the pretty blue gloves Papa gave her for her birthday. “Get out“—she drops the gloves, reaches for Anna, cups Anna’s scalding face—”get out, get out of her, she’s my sister. You can’t stay, you can’t have her, she’s only eight and she belongs here and she’s mine, my sister, my little sister, get out—”“Oh, oh ssshh,” says Elsa, because Anna’s crying and she’s crying too. “Ssssh, Anna, ssshh, I’m here, I’ve got you, see? Ssssh.” She clambers into the bed alongside Anna, fits her knees to Anna’s hip and peppers her face with kisses, every new freckle. She holds her half in her lap, watching the frost bud on her fingers and watching it melt, watching Anna’s red, red tongue catch the droplets. “Sshhh, I’ll get you water, I’ll get you something better than that,” she promises, and she calls for Mama then, calls for Papa, and Anna threads hot little fingers through her sleeve and clutches it tight, tight, tight.Anna’s mouth works. There’s ice in her hair and on her cheeks, bumpy atop the rash, wet ice but not done, not gone, not melting. Elsa runs a trembling hand over Anna’s poor blistered lips and Anna sucks at them feebly, tossing her head on her pillow. She licks Elsa’s palm, licks the stippled ice there, opens dull, glazed eyes and husks out, “Elsa,” just once. She’s shivering.—My heart…. The fact that they didn’t reunite after this encounter is the most painful… Cos Elsa used her magic for good for once, for her beloved little sister… she touched Anna and didn’t hurt her the last time she told Anna “I’ve got you” was the accident… This time she brought Anna back from death’s door… Her sisterly, almost maternal instinct was stronger than her fears and used her powers for good…this fever was something she could unleash her mighty ice powers against… If I were Anna I almost feel like I’d go through this sickness again just to feel Elsa cuddle me and hold me… If only Elsa could make all little children with fever better today… -- source link