The howling wind drowned out her piercing cries as Anna, princess of Arendelle, wrapped her coat tighter around herself.

Her throat burned from her previous cry but she tried again regardless.

"Kristoff!" she shouted against the storm shutting her eyes against the snowflakes the cold wind lashed in her face, blinding her.

She could feel frosty spikes pumping through her body spreading further and further, starting from her heart as if thousands of tiny daggers stabbed her from the inside. Looking at her hands she could see that it started to affect her skin as well, since they began to turn ice blue where flowers of frost started spreading.

The more often her heart made an agonizing beat, the more she wanted it to just stop and give up as her body was almost utterly drained of strength. Her mouth felt dry and her body colder inside than out.

Anna literally forced her lips to open and the air she inhaled felt as if she breathed in glass shards. She was gasping and gagging hard, tears welling up in her eyes that felt as if becoming ice as they kissed the less than chilly air.

Despite her agony she managed a strangled, "Kristoff."

Without giving it too much of a thought, she tried again, her voice as meek and choked as before, little more than a whisper.

Anna seriously doubted that anyone had heard that. She couldn't shout against the blizzard. Her vocal chords gave out every time she made an attempt.

Her body seemed to move forwards on their own accord even though she was literally freezing from the inside and her bones ached and groaned as if her limbs have gone to sleep and even though she stumbled against the strong wind.

After what felt like an eternity, there was an answering call.

"Anna!"

If she could have, Anna would have bawled her eyes out. She moved towards where she assumed the voice to come from and continued clutching her chest against the blizzard as she went.

She could do this. She would do this. She could merely be a few metres away from him. She would do this.

Despite a bit of her determination had returned, the storm did not give in to her but this time she pushed against it with the little power she had left inside of her.

And then, the storm suddenly stopped, as if somebody had sucked the force out of it. As if had given in to her determination.

The snowfall was gone alongside the wind.

Trembling, Anna paused, looking up and standing face to face with Kristoff. She attempted at a smile but even her facial muscles felt limb. Walking slowly towards the running figure that was Kristoff, she suddenly heard the scratching of metal against metal from behind.

Anna turned and whimpered at the sight meeting her. Hans stood tall weighing his sword in his hands while Elsa was on her knees, a hand against her forehead as she creased her face, devastated by whatever Hans had done to her.

"Elsa."

She faced Kristoff again―and then turned to the other direction, running towards her sister and Hans, who was about to do the killing blow as she jumped between them, a scream tore from her throat as she lifted her right hand to stop the blade.

As Hans sliced through the air, Anna's body gave out entirely. The tiny icicles ran through her blood and she couldn't feel anything, which was even worse than the pain from before. More and more ice enclosed her the further it spread until it reached her limbs and neck.

And there was nothing she could do as Hans tore his sword away from her, aghast. He caught himself then and chuckled, "Oh, Anna, why don't you ever listen?"

He then stepped around Anna, towards where Elsa lay on the frozen fjord. She couldn't see what was happening but she knew. She knew that she couldn't save her sister as the frost seized her head, toes and fingertips.

It was her last thought before exhaling for the last time.

It's done! I've published my very first chapter in my very first fanfiction in English. Since my mother tongue isn't English, I'd look forward to criticism and improvement suggestions.The next chapter will be coming soon.Thank you in advance. :)