Savitar fell to the ground as the bullet's impact pierced through his body. Barry Allen walked towards the shooter, looking at her with a kind of love like nothing else. Iris West stood in shock of what she did. Meanwhile, Killer Frost knelt beside the man with a half-scarred face.
"Hey…"Savitar muttered through an overwhelming physical pain.
"Shh. You're gonna be okay," Frost reassured him, but mostly trying to reassure herself.
"No...I'm...not…"the speedster stuttered.
"I am so sorry. Caitlin took over. Please don't go. I need you." It was as if the emotionless Killer Frost was about to cry.
Savitar reaches his hand up and caressed the frosty girl's cheek with his thumb. "Hey, Hey. You take care of our little girl, okay?"
Trying to speak through the sadness that was trying to choke her, she asked, "Wait? How'd you know I was…"
"Already lived this life remember," he smirked. As he did so, his legs started to disappear for the paradox was almost complete.
Killer Frost stammered as she blurted, "I love you."
Savitar responded by pulling her head to his and pressing his warm lips against her icey ones. The kiss was passionate, but short for the speedster had disappeared into the air. Frost, now, was sitting alone in the grass. All the while, Cisco watched the interaction in silence.
After a few minutes of space for Killer Frost to collect herself, he spoke up, "so what you gonna do now?" Killer Frost was still unresponsive. Her face was turned away from her alter-ego's friend. All he saw was platinum blonde hair. "You gonna go off on your own, doing whatever, or are you gonna come back to your friends?"
After a few minutes of silence, the question wafting in the air, Killer Frost stood up. "You were never my friends." Spinning around to face her enemies, she shot ice straight at Vibe, sticking him to the ground. She did the same to his 'girlfriend' about to open a breach.
Barry, being totally oblivious to the situation, turned around at the sound of the skirmish. He looked straight at Frost with a concerned look. "Look, Caitlin, you don't want to do this. We can help you. I can help you," he tried to persuade with his usual hopeful reasoning.
The ice woman didn't give in, "are sure you want to help somebody already 'too far gone'?" She retorted. "You said it yourself, Flash." She stated once she stood right in front of him. "And you never cared about me, or Caity. We are just disposable lives to you." She flicked her hand to show emphasis. "At least Savitar cared about those he allied with. He was a way better version of you. Not oblivious to things that are so clearly shown to him." There was a deeper depth to those words. For a moment, brown eyes flickered with sadness before cold, white pools blazed. "She doesn't deserve this." Killer Frost said to herself aloud. Being close to Barry, he heard it.
Before Barry could react, Frost shot ice that molded around Iris. It was at an absolute zero temperature and slowly rose from her feet. "Now you can either follow me or save her. Your choice." With that, she left, standing on a sheet of ice as it flew her away.