Ever since the moment the ice hit deep into her heart she knew the pain was serious. How could she let Elsa know that she was truly in pain? Tell Kristoff? How could she tell herself.. How could you ever admit that you could be dead by the end of the night. Even now that she was sure to be dead the memories, her life the one she could of had, with Elsa.. With Kristoff, and just forgot abut Hans. If she would have listened to herself she might actually be doing something different then wandering the icy windy path.

"KRISTOFF!" Her hopeful voice rang across the wind before she felt the frost burning her hands. The pain making her gasp as she closed her eyes, "K-Kristoff.." She whimpered from the cold temperature as she held her hands close in hopes that she might warm them. That she might end this pain.

Anna!

She could hear him yelling for her and her heat lurched, the snow suddenly stopping and she knew her sister was either under control again or something had happened. By now it must have been too late to save her, but the metal sheath of a sword turned her attention to the right to see her sister huddled to the ground and Hans about to end her life with the sword he valiantly held above his head.

The memory of his deceit, how he tricked her and told her just how worthless she was. She felt just as bad as Elsa looked in that moment. She couldn't let Elsa feel that, or let him hurt anyone like that ever again! Though she would never have the chance, she would never move or see the sun again with how things were going.

Then it all hit her, she was never going to do the one thing she desired and that was get to know Elsa or really experience love. When she had the chance she took it all for granted, all those days she could of stopped hoping and started living. Now here she was standing between a crossroads of her life or her sister's death. How could she have wanted anything else, how could she live with herself if she let her sister die because of her ignorance.

No matter what someone was getting hurt, but at least this way everyone would live, everyone except her of course. She gazed back to Kristoff's worried face with regret, this is goodbye.. She thought to herself and with one last valiant act she had thrown herself before Hans' sword and the frozen pain seared through her with one final, "NO!" Her skin turned ice cold and coated with ice, until her insides froze well, the last thing she heard was Elsa's cries of agony and Kristoff's agonizingly sad expression before everything turned to black, and the ice was the end of her life.

I'm sorry.