Frozen Heart
Summary: True love's kiss can't thaw a frozen heart.
Pairings: Kristanna
A.N: This is a pile of angst. Just a pile of kissing and angst and me trying to be poetic with a "what if scenario". You can probably guess what the "what if". Also if you're big on morals this one's probably is "saving oneself when one could save another is sure to damn both."
In the distance, Kristoff can see Anna. He can see her. She's still alive. Her hair is snow white. She looks so cold, but also relieved-no ecstatic to see him. He rushes towards her, and she towards him. It was almost as if the world had slowed down and sped up at the same time. The universe resides inside this moment. He wraps his arms around her in a warm, all-engulfing embrace and she presses her lips to his. It is in no way timid. She seizes them, pushing against him with all her strength, and in the blurred pleasure of the moment, he hears a woman's screams. She lets go of his back and looks up at him in something seems like relief and joy. But then, her body begins to crystalize. Ice forms, not as an extra layer, but as part of her. Anna becomes ice before his very eyes, he helpless to stop it.
Staring back at Anna's frozen form, the realization sets in. A flurry of emotions flush through him, devastation, frustration, and confusion. The cries catch in his throat and he can feel the tears welling up in his eyes, threatening to burst his flood gates in any moment. Her face has frozen in a look of such relief, such unadulterated love and he can't stand it anymore. His screams breach his lips and the tears flood down his cheeks as the blizzard rages around him. A terrible sense of irony settles over him. Here is the most beautiful girl that he has ever known, and she's been turned to ice, his greatest passion. And he doesn't find it the tiniest bit beautiful.