A/N: So my friend (shoutout to Jono you go gurl) got carried away in his feels and wrote an alternate ending...he doesn't have ffn though. Edited by me.

The storm clears and Anna freezes over.

She doesn't know. Her white hair fall over her eyes as veils of tears obscure the world from her sight. As if by instinct, she feels it. Feels the bond between her sister and herself disappear; severed and irreparable.

Gasp.

She looks up.

Turns around.

Watches, as his sword arcs so achingly slow through the air. Feels the minute disturbances within the molecules. Time grinds to a halt.

One…

Two…..

Three…

Four…

Five…

The sword makes contact. Nothing happens. Then, a quiet crunch is heard. A crack appears, so, so slow, inching along her hand, along her arm, spreading like a disease through the impenetrable ice.

No…

Her sister is still one; still whole…and she starts to drift apart. Moving effortlessly and gracefully away from another piece of herself. Breaking apart. Dying.

It can't be…

It snaps back to real time. Anna disintegrates in seconds, a blast of wind and ice and snow, so powerful and so, so warm. She watches as Hans flies backwards, hitting the snow with an oomph, knocked unconscious. She watches as her sister flies higher and higher into the sky, a mass of white haze in the shockingly blue sky. Then, she disperses, raining down upon her as snowflakes, like the magic that she had done so many years ago. Tiny, tiny snowflakes that melt almost instantly. Like the magic that killed her.

All is silent for a while, with nothing stirring but the sound of the cold, harsh wind.

Is it true?

The few short seconds feel like an eternity. She calls out, her voice almost breaking. "Anna?"

Only to be met with nothing. Just the wind's insensitive howling and the clear, crisp cold.

"Anna?" she repeats, whispering, trembling, crying. Finally, she understands. She has done what she always feared she'd do. Hurt Anna. Injure Anna. Murder Anna. The sister she appreciated so little, the sister she neglected for all those years, the sister that tried so, so hard, the sister so precious.

She begins to cry. Slick, cold tears run down her cheek, unstoppable and stinging against her cheek.

Kristoff stares in shock, breathing heavily alongside Sven. His fairy tale so close to becoming reality has just collapsed into another impossible dream. At this moment he feels like his entire life has been worthless, and that the infinity created in Anna's and his own mind in the last few minutes had fallen into oblivion. He's left alone again. With ice. With Sven. With the dull ache of the insatiable hole in his heart, that was satisfied only so briefly.

Her weakened body is surrounded by the snowstorm, curled up on the frozen ground. She looks up and there are no more streaming tears, just a face reflecting a tableau of pure despair. The wind whistles shrilly while dumbfounded citizens can only gaze in disbelief.

She's empty.

Her spirit has completely vanished, along with her will to live. As she feels her heartbeat slow down, the blizzard engulfs her body, the stinging flakes that hit her cold body - so relentless - being the last momento of her late sister.

She lies down again. She will join her sister soon. As she shuts her eyes, she hears her sister's giggling voice calling from the distance:

"Elsa… Elsa! Do you want to build a snowman?…"

With the remnant energy left in her body, she lets out the smallest smile, and whispers, "Yes, Anna. I want to build a snowman."

And as her fluttering heartbeat stops, she truly becomes one with the wind and the sky— bringing an end to Arendelle's eternal winter.