1: Epilogue
The door was ajar. Not a good sign, Anna thought, and knocked anyway. No answer. "Elsa?" Anna swallowed a note of panic and pushed open the door.
Elsa was sitting on the hearth, hugging her knees to her chest. A farce was playing out at her feet. A crystal woman six inches tall with Anna's dress was sitting at an ice table and sipping from an ice goblet, her tiny hands trembling slightly and her eyes wide. A skinny man in a sash pointed his finger at a glass doll with Elsa's hair. The doll chopped the air with her hand, and the diplomat fell down.
"Elsa?" Anna stepped over to the woman on the floor. "Elsa."
Flesh-and-blood Elsa untangled one of her hands and flicked her wrist. The statuettes disappeared in a puff of snow. "I shouldn't have insulted him back," she said. "I should have nodded and smiled when he called me a monster. I should have—should have made him laugh, should have opened the borders."
Anna knelt down on the hearth next to her sister. The fire was out. "We won the war, Elsa."
Her older sister leaned into the hug. "Yes," she murmured into Anna's shoulder, "we won the war."
"No casualties, Elsa."
"On our side, Anna. No casualties on our side."
A/N: I'm writing a multichaptered fic and the world is ending.