It is over.
Ganondorf is finally defeated. There will be no more evil in Hyrule. Zelda is safe.
But Midna is dead.
Link stands staring at Ganondorf's body, the Master Sword buried in his stomach. He should feel relief. But how can he be relieved now? She may have teased him endlessly, but she was the one who kept him going, supported him, never let him down. A thousand memories fly past him: their meeting in the dungeon of Hyrule Castle, Midna lying limp and helpless on his back, their conversation before the Mirror of Twilight. She sacrificed herself to keep him and Zelda safe, and in the end he couldn't defend her.
It is only now that he realizes how much he cares about her. No, it goes far beyond that. Why does it take her death for him to realize he is in love with her? He wants to scream, or cry, but all he does is stare at Ganondorf, still standing even in death.
As he is thinking these thoughts, a great light appears above the hill, and he whips around, hope kindling in heart. The light spirits are there, illuminating a small figure.
It's Midna. She's alive. In her true form.
He is so overjoyed that for a moment his legs won't move. He takes a step, then another, then two more. And then he's running up the hill as fast as he can, because she is there, the little Twili imp that has been his companion for the past six months. Midna. The only one he loves.
But when Link reaches her hunched figure, his feet stop, because he is suddenly afraid that this new Midna will not be his Midna. She stands and turns, her crimson eyes meeting his blue ones, and his breath is taken away.
Because she is the most beautiful creature he has ever seen.
"What? Say something! Am I so beautiful that you have no words left?"
And then he smiles, because he knows that no matter how much she has changed on the outside, she is still herself on the inside.