*So, basically I'm a pretty evil person. Like Prince Hans + the Duke of Weasel Town evil. And so I wrote this so there would be no doubt as to how evil I am. This is my first Frozen fic, but it definitely won't be my last.
"Anna, it's me. It's Elsa.
I've finally come out of my room.
Winter will be over soon,
But no one will mind another storm or two.
It's so hard to live my life
With my heart encased in ice,
But I know you'd want me to try.
We're surviving day-to-day,
But we can't bear to play,
Not since we lost you.
Do you wanna build a snowman?
I wish that we could build a snowman..."
The wind and snow increased, and the temperature dropped even lower as the notes of the song dissolved into brittle sobs. Kristoff ducked his head against the storm, straining to make out Elsa's form through the blizzard that raged around them.
He watched in silence for a few minutes, then turned to Sven, patting the reindeer on the back. "C'mon, buddy," he whispered, leading him deeper into the swirling snow. "It's time to go home."
Sven reached Elsa first and curled around her like a faithful dog. The storm quieted just enough so that Kristoff could see the intricate ice sculpture that marked Anna's grave, nestled between the long-dead King and Queen.
He rested his gloved hand against the pristine ice for a moment. "We miss you, Anna," he whispered, before turning his attention to the Queen.
She was crumpled in a heap, in the exact spot where she'd collapsed over an hour earlier, sobbing like a child and half covered in snow of her own making.
Kristoff brushed the snow off her back, pulled her into a sitting position, and wrapped his arms around her, muffling her cries in his chest. "We should head back to the castle soon," he murmured. "It's getting dark."
Elsa nodded, and the storm quieted even more as her sobs gradually decreased to occasional hiccups. She pulled out of his embrace, getting to her feet shakily. She stared at her sister's grave for a few minutes more, tears turning to ice on her cheeks.
She finally turned back to Kristoff, her ice-blue eyes swimming with tears. "What are we gonna do?" she asked brokenly.
He got on Sven's back, helped Elsa up, and pressed a kiss to the top of her head as she snuggled into him. "I don't know."