DISCLAIMER: I do not own Frozen or ROTG. Or TFIOS.

Chapter 1

I sat beside her in the bland, sterile hospital room, holding her limp, cold hand and fighting back tears. The only sounds interrupting the stifling silence were the monitors beeping and the occasional rasping breath that fought its way out of her chest.

I gazed at the face of the girl I loved. Her face was ashen, her lips parted slightly and colorless, and her head lolled lifelessly on the spotless sheets of the hospital bed. Above all, her eyes were concealed from me. Those beautiful blue eyes that I had lost myself in countless times were gone. I would never see them again.

The sight tore at my heart.

I struggled to keep my expression impassive, but a war of emotions was raging on inside of me. I thought of what she had told me her counselors had said to her: "Conceal. Don't feel."

I remembered her rolling her eyes as she left that particular session. Complete and utter nonsense, she had told me. Then she had grabbed both my hands, laughed that vibrant laugh of hers, and ran down the hill, pulling me along. She had tripped halfway down and we tumbled the rest of the way, landing in an unruly heap at the bottom. We were covered in autumn leaves and scratched by the stiff grass, but couldn't stop laughing.

It amazed me that even when she knew she was dying, she continued to smile. She continued to laugh. She continued to punch me and call me an idiot at least once a day.

I tore my eyes away from her face for a moment to gaze affectionately at the bruise on my right shoulder that had been present from the moment we clicked.

I was jerked back to the present when she shifted ever so slightly and gave a sigh. Realizing that my reminiscing had caused me to tighten my grip on her hand, I relaxed it a bit and whispered her name.

A few seconds later, I just about fell out of my chair, for she had opened her eyes. The doctors said she would be in an impermeable coma until she…passed.

Thought her face was sallow and emaciated, her piercing blue eyes as fiery and vivacious as ever. My heartbeat sped up as her gaze raked me. She looked amused as I hastened to regain my composure.

"You look terrible." Her voice was no more than a hoarse whisper, but I had never heard anything more beautiful.

Overwhelmed, I could only gape dumbly.

She narrowed her eyes. "Don't tell me you've been crying. You know I can't stand it when people cry."

I knew. She had always hated the stares of sympathy that followed us when we walked hand-in-hand in public. She hated the sickeningly sweet voices of the nurses who cared for her. She hated how everyone treated her as if she was a fragile glass figurine because of the cannula that was wound through her nose.

I hastily scrubbed at my face and felt her hand tighten on mine just a little bit.

"Look at me," she whispered, her voice softening. "I'm not going anywhere."

When I opened my mouth to diagnose her with denial, she added fiercely, "And don't you dare tell me otherwise or I'll drag my cancer-riddled, dying body off this bed and punch you."

I could not repress a small chuckle. I glanced ruefully at my right shoulder again. "I'm going to miss this bruise."

She cracked an impish half-smile. I could see some light returning to her face. She didn't look as deathly pale as she did a few minutes ago. I felt like I had been gored in the chest by a unicorn.

With great effort, she turned her head an inch towards me. Her grip on my hand tightened so powerfully and suddenly that I winced. "You feel how hard I'm holding your hand? I'm staying with you. I won't ever leave you. Nothing will ever take me away from you, understand?" her eyes bored intensely into mine.

"But you're…" I trailed off weakly.

She rolled her eyes. "Yeah. I'm dying. I know that, you idiot. That's not the point." She paused and took a deep breath. "I'm glad to leave this goddamned world. I'm glad to leave all this pain. I'm glad to leave everything behind. But I'm never leaving you. Never."

She lifted a trembling hand, gritting her teeth, and stroked my cheek ever so gently. "No matter what, I'm staying. I'm staying." Her voice was trembling with emotion and she choked on the last word.

Her eyes filled with tears. She never cried. Never. She was the strongest person I knew. I felt tears burning at my own eyes.

Her hand went limp. The color drained from her face. She leaned back onto her bed, exhausted. Before her eyes closed again, she gazed at me with so much passion that my insides burned. Her voice barely an audible, she whispered, "I love you, Jack Frost."

Overwhelmed, I leaned over and kissed her cheek. "I love you too, Elsa. Always."

I'm not done yet :). Next chapters will be the events leading up to this point in the story.