Kristoff stared up at the sky, his last memory of Anna being of her braids swinging away from him. All he could do was imagine her in a wedding dress - he didn't even know which dress she'd chosen; it's bad luck for a groom to see his bride in her gown before the wedding. But what did that matter anymore? He gently laughed to himself, blood spouting out of his mouth.
All this time he'd known Anna he'd treated her like the princess she was, but he'd wanted to treat her like his Queen. That's what Anna deserved. No one could deny that Elsa was fair and just, but Anna was the truly beautiful and compassionate sister. Fiery and elegant when necessary, Anna should be Queen. Anna should have everything she want.
But that damned Elsa, always taking up Anna's time. Why did she love her so much when she had left her alone for so long? She had hurt her so bad? Why did the two of them act as though nothing had happened between them, that all their suffering had not been brought up by Elsa? Had their parents not been tormented enough by their daughter's frightening, weird powers? Had they not died in a storm while out on a voyage to try to find a cure for their beloved eldest? Had they not been attacked because of Elsa's powers?
What kept them together, he could not understand. All his life he had been alone. How was he supposed to understand human companionship? The only person he'd ever loved was Anna, and that was the only person he ever wanted to love.
Well, that wasn't entirely true.
He supposed he'd loved his parents when he was young, before they'd left him. He still didn't understand why one day they'd left him there to die. They had taken a small knife to him and slit his wrists, leaving him in the middle of a clearing filled with rocks. When the rocks had stumbled to life, at first he thought he had been dreaming, a last vision before his death, but the next day, when he woke up being tended to by one of them, he knew that somehow it had all been real.
He had a feeling that the rocks knew why his parents had done it, but they'd never told him. And he hadn't let himself think about it too much, for fear of what he might discover.
And now as he lay there on the deck of the ship, bleeding uncontrollably out of his gut and his mouth, he couldn't help but smile, remembering Anna's beautiful face. The only girl she'd ever loved had stabbed him without the slightest bit of regret because he had killed her sister in an effort to protect her. A tear slid down the side of his head. He only wanted to love her. She was his number one.
Clearly, he had never been.
That damned Elsa.
Damned to hell she was now, for that monster was surely going to die. He regretted being so close to her still in his final moments. How he hated her so much and then pretended to love her for Anna's sake was a mystery to Kristoff himself. He'd done everything for Anna, changed his whole life for Anna, and now he was dying because of Anna. Maybe he'd been mistaken. Maybe Anna had been the true poison.
No matter. There was nothing left to do now besides picture her smile as he died.
Suddenly he heard a loud crash. The ship seemed to shake, but he could barely feel anything anymore. Saltwater flooded onto the ship and then into his cuts and innards and he bitterly grinned. That bitch was sinking the ship, with him and his sister still on it. Knowing Elsa's resourcefulness and stubborn attitude, she was probably on her way up out of her room as the water was flooding in, trying to reach Anna and "protect" her.
Well, both of them can die, Kristoff thought to himself, and we can settle this all in Hell. After all we've done now. After all we've been through.
He groaned as water lapped at his chin, spilling into his mouth and his nose. He kept his eyes open as it flooded into him, drowning him. But still, he could see the sun through the haze of the ocean's water. Still he could see the sun. Still he could feel her smiling down on him.
