As the blizzard rages on, so do I. With every emotion I feel, it seems to just get more intense, the cold pulsing its way deep into my bones. The winter crushes my soul and sends it spiraling. I grit my teeth and push my way through it. I have to get to Anna and away from the guards, I think. The storm continues to worsen. I can't see three feet in front of me. My teeth chatter, my braid is falling out, and my icy dress offers no heat as protection from the bitter cold. Snow attacks my face as my emotions start creeping up. When will this ever end? I don't believe I ever will find the solution to my problem. I'll stay alone in my quarters, away from anyone and be forced to isolation, best case scenario. Worst case scenario - executed, with Anna watching. Tears form at my eyes at the thought of my poor, innocent sister, watching her older sister and best friend beheaded. Anna, who for so many years, only wanted her older sister to come out and play. And I couldn't even give her that. And yet, she still loves me. I want to cry. I want to pull a blanket up, conceal my face from the world, and grieve. Grieve for the life that could've been, if I'd only learned how to control my powers. The sobs start from deep in my chest, in the very core of my heart. The tears don't stay for long, though. They're dried by the cold wind, burning at my face and pulling my skin towards the direction it's blowing.
I glance behind me and see nothing but the angered endless blizzard, forever raging on. As I turn around, Prince Hans is three feet away from me. I gasp and try to back away. He is one of the men I am running from. He looks at me with a pleading look on his face. "Elsa, you can't run from this!" He sounds like he's trying to sound sincere, but it comes out as more of a threat. Something about him makes me feel very uneasy.
"Just…" I pause, thinking how to take care of this. I've got to find Anna. "Just take care of my sister!" The words almost bring up bile. Hans gives me an odd glance, which doesn't look too good.
"Your sister? She returned from the mountains, weak and cold. She said that you froze her heart." Hans hesitated, then finished. "Your sister is dead!"
The words struck me like a sword. Anna - dead. Sweet little naïve Anna who adored me. Who I had an actual sister relationship with for the first five years of her life. Anna, who for so many years, stood outside my door, begging me to go build a snowman. She never gave up on me and I failed her. All I see is her bright, happy, smiling face and the word dead does not belong in the same category as Anna.
I truly start to give into my tears. I feel like I can't breathe. Sobs rob my body of any happiness there once was. I fall to the icy ground, and I let it go. The blizzard has stopped.