I of course don't own Frozen. I just like to pretend I do.
Elsa's heart clenched. No. No, Anna couldn't be dead. Yet, here was Hans telling her it was so. It felt like her chest was being squeezed by hot metal bands. She collapsed in upon herself unable to stand. Complete and total grief simply enveloped her. She was never going to breath again. Never be happy. She almost wished she could die from the cold. What was the point of living? Anna, was gone.
She'd closed her heart to the world, gave up her life, her love, her happiness just to protect her little sister. Every time Anna had asked her to come out, to play, to build a snowman, it had hurt Elsa more than she could say. Every knock was a dagger through her heart. She wanted more than anything to throw open the door, to hold Anna, and be the big sister she wanted. But she couldn't. What if she hurt Anna again? She couldn't live without her little sister. But now she had to. The one person in her life whom she would die for, was dead. There was no purpose left for Elsa. So Elsa cried.
When she heard a noise, and turned around just in time to see her sister jump in front of a swinging blade, it was too much. "NO!" But Anna didn't fall to the ground in pieces, instead the blade shattered, and Anna was left standing there still as stone. And once again, Anna was gone. But this time it was ten times worse, being able to see that she was ice, and knowing that she had become so, for her older sister, whom she had all right to hate. So once again in the last minute, Elsa cried.