Chapter One: Murderer

The news that her sister had died grieved the Queen tremendously; the young woman fell against the frozen fyord in agony and began to weep.
Hans approached her from the side, wielding his sword to strike her while she was down. But as he swung his blade for the kill, Anna appeared; she brought up her arm in order to stop the blade- her body turning swiftly into solid ice- but she did not succeed.
Han's sword shattered the living statue of Anna, breaking through the ice and sliding right across Elsa's neck in a fatal blow. The Queen fell over, gasping, clenching her wound, blue eyes wide with horror and pain- but it was not pain for herself, but for her beloved sister. "Anna, Anna, Anna!" her heartbeat seemed to say. But she could not will herself to speak.
"Anna!" cried Kristoff, hurrying over with nothing but his fists as a means of defense. Hans turned and faced the mountain man, his sword gleaming, dripping with red. "You're too late!" He told Kristoff. "They are both gone now."
Somewhere, forgotten, Olaf crumbled, the magic lost as Elsa slowly lost her life.
Screaming, Kristoff ran at Hans, ignoring the sword that was pointed at his chest; he knocked the sword aside with his arm, tackling the corrupted Prince down hard against the ice. As the two men fought wildly against the fyord, the people in the balcony began to hurry down the staircase; men and women, baring clubs and pitchforks, ran out in union to help assist Kristoff in taking down the murderer.
Seeing the crowd approach, Kristoff stood up and put distance between himself and Hans, who got to his feet slowly, breathless, a bruise purpling on his left cheek.
"Put him in chains!" shouted a woman.
"Burn him at the stake!" yelled a man.
"Put him in a cell until he rots!" cried a different, more enthusiastic man.
The guards were the first to lay their hands on Hans; they took away his sword and tied his hands tightly behind his back with a rope. "By law, you are to be put on trial and sentenced accordingy for your crimes." One guard announced, for Hans' sake and for the sake of the eagerly awaiting crowd. "Murderer!" hissed the crowd.
As the guards escorted Hans to the prison- the wall of which was still in repair- Kristoff went over to the body of Elsa. She laid among the shattered remains of her sister, quiet, yet... Breathing?
"Elsa?" Kristoff put his arms around the young Queen, sitting her up against his chest. He placed his cold fingers to her throat, checking her pulse. It was true; she was still alive. "Help! someone- she's alive!" Kristoff shouted. "Queen Elsa is alive!"