Blood. Fire. Shadows were everywhere, running, fighting, or fleeing from burning homes. Boulders rained from the sky, crushing everything in their path. And all of it, without a sound.
"Come on, Elsie, tell me!" Anna whined loudly from the floor. She gasped, tiny hands coming up to cover her mouth. "Is it a fe- fet- festible?"
Elsa didn't respond. She couldn't.
"Elssiiieee! You've been up there forever! I wanna see!"
One of the dark ships swept through the black waters into the docks, letting more figures loose. Shadows on horses rushed toward them, through them. Some fell, but they didn't get up.
"ELSIE! LET! ME! SEE!"
The chair wobbled as Anna tried to climb up. A second later, she was on the ground crying, clutching her hand to her chest. Elsa's throat hurt and her ears were ringing from her own shout. It didn't matter, though, because Anna hadn't seen.
And she never would.
A chill ran down Elsa's body as she looked back at the carnage. The figures from the ship had won their skirmish and were rushing in the direction of the castle.
'They're coming.'
The room had already been cold enough to frost the window Elsa was looking through, but now ice coated the walls.
'They can't get to Anna.'
Spikes slowly protruded from the walls and ceiling. Outside, a clear night turned into a blizzard in a matter of seconds.
The eldest princess's head swam; she barely made it off of the chair before collapsing. It took what felt like ages for her drooping eyes to find her still-crying sister, who was watching the growing icicles in terror.
Elsa dragged herself to Anna, pulling her close. "S' ok," she whispered. "I... got... you..."
The last thing Elsa remembered before passing out was Anna burying her face in Elsa's chest. She really couldn't blame her for wanting the warmth; for the first time in her life, even Elsa felt cold.