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American Horror Story's

Elsa Mars


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Trigger Warning!

Written by: Dana

Since: Dec 29, 2014

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With an obviously irritated sigh, Fiona did as her sister ordered—but only because she was beginning to feel truly, truly ill. It was almost frightening, how quickly it hit… she touched a hand to her forehead again, swearing that her skin burned even hotter now than only minutes ago. Even when she had settled back against the pillows, lying on her back, the pinks and reds and golds in Elsa’s opulent tent all swirled together in a nauseating blur. The witch closed her eyes, resting her forearm over her head, swallowing hard before forcing out the words she needed to say. How to explain this to Elsa, she did not know… but it would have to come out sooner or later, especially if things were going to continue at this rate. “Elsa—” she began, finding her throat dry and the right words buried somewhere deep inside, “—Elsa, I’m… I’m not well.”

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A concerned frown appeared on Elsa’s forehead as she watched her sister. Slowly, she began to doubt that it was the heat who made Fiona feel like this. In fact, she did not look like the simple weather caused this. As she poured two glasses with cold water, the singer sat down next to Fiona and dipped her fingers into one of the glasses, before she carefully wiped the older woman’s forehead with her cold, wet digits. “Hey, hey, look at me. You’re not going to sleep now, alright? Look at me.” Her fingers trailed along the other’s temples and down her cheeks as Elsa stared into her sister’s eyes. “Take deep breaths, slowly. Look, like I’m doing it right now.”

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