Prologue

Elsa ran across the ice, shielding her eyes from the wind. She couldn't see more than a few feet in any direction. So many thoughts were running through her head that it was hard to focus on just one.

Was Anna alright? That man, Hans had told her that Anna hadn't returned form the mountains. Did that mean she was still there? Or was she….

Elsa blocked that thought out. She didn't even want to think about it. She had to escape Arendelle. After that, she had no plan. She just had to escape.

Elsa spun around and saw Hans behind her. She gasped and turned to run in the opposite direction. This was the man that had brought her back to Arendelle, even when he knew she was dangerous. "Elsa!" she heard Hans shout over the howling of the wind. "You can't run from this!" Elsa turned to face him.

"Just take care of my sister!" she told him. If she couldn't protect Anna, someone had to.

"Your sister?" Hans asked. "She returned from the mountain weak and cold! She said that you froze her heart!"

Elsa's own heart started beating so hard that she half expected it to burst through her chest. "No.." she whispered.

"I tried to save her, but it was too late! Her skin was ice, her hair turned white!" Hans went on. "Your sister is dead! Because of you!"

The realization hit Elsa like an avalanche. She already felt responsible for her parents deaths, but now Anna as well? Her legs collapsed under her and she fell to her knees, dimly aware that the howling wind and stinging snow had stopped. Elsa heard Hans unsheathe his sword, but she didn't care. It was her fault her parents had been killed, and now Anna was dead because of her.

I deserve to die.

Anna walked slowly across the frozen fjord, willing her body to go faster. But the ice in her heart had seeped into the rest of her body, and she found it almost impossible to go faster than a slow hobble. I need to get to Kristoff, she thought to herself. Using this like a mantra, she mentally punctuated every step with his name. Kristoff, Kristoff, Kristoff. She looked down at her hands and was shocked to see ice crystals forming on them, and just the tips of her fingers turning to ice. "No…" she whimpered. Pushing forward through the howling wind, she looked up and saw that the wind and snow had stopped, with snowflakes hanging motionless in the air around her. Shivering, she saw Kristoff a short way away from her.

"K-Kristoff!" she tried to yell. But only a quiet whisper escaped her lips. Seeing her, Kristoff started sprinting in Anna's direction. The muscles in his legs started to burn, but he didn't care. Finally reaching Anna, he held her at arm's length and looked her up and down. It pained him to see her white hair, frozen fingertips and ice forming on several parts of her body. She was shivering violently, which was making her teeth chatter so violently that Kristoff thought they might shatter. "K-K-Kristoff you h-have to kiss me!" she said, fear evident in her voice. Kristoff nodded, leaned in and pressed his lips against hers. Anna's lips were so numb that she barely felt him, but she did feel the warmth that spread outward from her heart into the rest of her body. Anna looked down at her hands and saw that her fingers were no longer frozen, and, examining one of her pigtails, her hair was returning to its usual red, save for the white streak that ran through it. She smiled and looked up at Kristoff.

"It worked, Kristoff!" she exclaimed. Anna saw that Kristoff was looking behind her. Following her gaze, she saw Hans approaching Elsa with his sword drawn. With a gasp, she tore herself from Kristoff's arms and sprinted towards her sister. With a yell, she tackled Hans and knocked the sword from his hands. Sitting on his chest, Anna began throwing punches into Hans' face.

"DON'T. TOUCH. MY. SISTER!" she screamed, throwing a punch with every word. As she raised her fist again, Hans struck out as quickly as a striking snake, slugging Anna in the jaw and knocking her off him. Anna lay on the ice, momentarily disoriented. When she stood up, she saw Hans grab his sword.

Everything seemed to happen in slow motion. Anna saw Hans raise his sword and throw it in her direction. She saw light glint off the blade as it flew toward her. Suddenly, she was shoved out of the path of the weapon. Anna heard the sound of her own body hitting the ice, a gasp, and the sound of steel piercing flesh. She looked up.

Elsa stood there with a shocked expression on her face. Everything was silent for a few seconds, until Anna spotted the hilt of Hans' sword sticking out from her stomach.

"ELSA!" Anna's scream rang out across the fjord. Elsa pulled the blade from her stomach and dropped it on the ice, collapsing next to it. Anna's vision turned red, and she could form only one clear thought.

Kill Hans.

With a roar of fury, she picked up the sword and charged at Hans with it. Hans, standing shocked at the sight before him, snapped out of his stupor when he saw Anna running at him. As she raised the sword to bring it down on his head, an explosion of ice and snow came from Elsa's motionless form, knocking Anna off her feet and sending her several dozen feet backwards. She felt her back hit something solid, and slumped to the ground. Anna ran back toward her sister, screaming her name. Suddenly, a blizzard began, the wind roaring louder than ever. Shards of ice stung Anna's face and her arms as she struggled to shield her eyes. Struggling to reach her fallen sibling, Anna pushed through the wind, slowly inching her way forward. With a mighty howl, a strong gust of wind pushed her back further and further.

I need to get to her! Anna thought. Without warning, Anna felt something pull her by her collar. All of a sudden, she found herself seated on Sven's back, with Kristoff behind her, heading away from Elsa.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" she screamed over the wind in her ears. "I NEED TO SAVE HER!"

Kristoff didn't stop. "ANNA, LISTEN TO ME!" he yelled. "SHE'S GONE, AND THIS BLIZZARD IS GETTING WORSE! I HAVE TO KEEP YOU SAFE!" He still didn't turn around.

"NO!" Anna screamed. "ELSAAAAAAAA!"