A/N: Hello, everyone! Anyone missed me? I bet you did. Okay, first of all, it feels amazing to be back after such a long time being out! Can't say I haven't missed you guys dearly. I'm terribly sorry for my long, sudden absence. We had, uh, some… family issues – yeah, I guess it could be put that way. And, secondly, I know that some – well, many of you are giving me the I-want-to-kill-you look, but let us sort this out, alright? Think of it, if you killed me, who would be writing this story you have all loved and waited for so long to return? Yeah, that's what I thought.

Unfortunately, about a month ago, apparently my laptop suddenly decided to have an early retirement without my consent and brought all of my stories and notes and projects along with it – that traitorous thief! So now I'm here, starting everything over again. But while I began rewriting this story, I came up with some new ideas and made a few changes to it to make it even better. I think that if you enjoyed the original version, you would love this!

I haven't read or written anything in English for months, so my writing can be a little bit… rusty. But I'll try my best. I feel strange, though. It's like I'm the new girl once again. Take it easy on me?

Well, I think many of you are very eager for me to shut my big mouth now, so *sigh* enjoy the trip into the tides of time.

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Prologue

Pain… Unbearable pain… It was the only think she could think of.

Blood… there was so much blood. Her body felt like it was being ripped apart. A blood-curdling scream tore through her and pierced the air around her, echoing across the silent woods.

She couldn't see anything, couldn't think. Pain blurred her vision and clouded her mind. Everything seemed to be covered in a veil of mist. People were moving frantically around her, but all she saw was a mess of colours she couldn't even recognise. Her lips moved but her tongue couldn't form any word. Her throat was raw and burning, but she continued to scream as the pain continued to rip through every fibre of her entire being.

"–stuck… have to get the baby out… going to die!" she vaguely heard someone saying. Elsa blinked. Her visions were becoming less blurry and everything was clearing; the mist was being lifted.

Her mind was working furiously for her to remember where she was. She was in a cave, she recalled that; they'd brought her here and laid her down on a large, flat rock. The first pain that hit her, it was agonising, but bearable. Then came the next, which was even stronger. Then they became more frequent, more excruriating, more torturing.

"But she could die! I can't and won't let that happen, she's my sister!" another voice shouting.

Anna?

She immediately shook that absurd idea off. No. Anna wasn't here, she couldn't have been here. She was in–

Her thoughts were cut short as another wave of pain shot through her, ripping a shrill cry from her throat, her back arching completely off the flat rock she'd been lying on. This pain… it was unlike the other pains she'd felt earlier. Whilst the other ones made her feel like they were tearing her into pieces, this one felt like it was burning her to the core. Blasts of ice and snow shot out from her body; the temperature in the cave dropped dangerously low and the storm that had been raging constantly for the past long, agonising hours like a wild beast continued to whip and thrash the air.

Please, make it stop. Make it stop!

"Majesty… Milady…" the first voice said again, gentler this time, but no less frantic and urgent. It was the voice of a woman, a warm, familiar voice she had heard before.

"Queen Elsa, you need to push for me one more time…" the voice trailed off as Elsa felt another pain hit her abruptly and hard. Pulling all of the rest of her strength, the young queen let out a cry and contracted her muscles. She fell back onto the rock as she felt the baby leaving her body, a sigh of relief rolled past her. She waited. Waited for the cry of a newborn infant ringing in the air. She held her hands out, waiting for them to put her baby into her arms. But nothing came.

"W-where is my child? Bulda… where is it?" she asked, her voice coming out in barely a whisper. She waited for a reply, adrendaline surging through her veins. Seconds past by, and there was only silence.

"Where is my child?! Give me my child!" she demanded, her voice still hoarse and weak, but her tone was adamant. No one dared to speak a single word, to tell her the truth. But she didn't need them to anymore. She already knew the truth, and it hit her like a knife shattering her heart. The young queen felt her entire world crumbling into pieces, her heartbroken scream tore through the whole woods.

Then she suddenly felt something… change. It was as if every ounce of strength and energy in her had been drained. She couldn't even make the slightest move, couldn't even twitch her fingers or open her mouth. Her visions became hazy and she could no longer think.

"What's happening? Pabbie, what's happening to her?" she could faintly hear a male voice – the voice that had spoken before – yelled angrily.

"We're losing her," a voice, old, senile and shaken with fear, said.

"No, we can't! Do something! Save her!" Kristoff – she recognised it now – growled.

"… nothing else we can do, Kristoff, except… but it's forbidden-"

"Do it! Just save her!" she heard her brother-in-law say through gritted teeth; after that she couldn't hear anything else. She felt herself slipping away from the world; everything was fading away, all her senses slowly disappearing. Something was pulling her away. But then she saw light, a faint light shining before her eyes and enveloping her; it seemed to prevent the darkness from touching her, holding her back…

Then, all she knew was eternal darkness.