So, the end of the road. And it came sooner than she originally believed.

There were few times Elizabeth had ever envisioned or given at least a glimmer of thought about her own demise. The doors had her witness a great number of events to come depending on her choice and her choice alone. Not once, until moments ago, had the many possibilities offered the dying Elizabeth even a glimpse of her own end, not this way anyway.

But even the doors themselves, it seems, have their own bitter sense of humour.

Beside her lying state was the child - Sally, Elizabeth reminded herself firmly of that; her name was Sally – watching in close proximity… no, Sally didn't deserve to even be near the one who plotted the successful murder of her adopted father; which in turn ensured Elizabeth's own perishing from life, as she can already feel the ragged breathing clumping her throat.

In Elizabeth's tiring mind, considerably damaged by the blow to her head - twice – from the merciless cruel Atlus, it wasn't suppose to end like this… yet everything else showed her otherwise. This was the fate Elizabeth had walked into the moment she set foot again in Rapture, foolishly without a sense of rationality seeking out vengeance on the last Comstock in all of reality, not realizing that anyone can walk up the steps of redemption. And was what Comstock was trying to do.

Despite going about it the wrong way.

But she became too blind, too focused of exacting revenge for the decapitated infant of her, which was clearly an accident. No, Elizabeth believed all Comstocks deserved to be wiped away from the face of the universe entirely, and now she was paying the price for her recklessness.

And you know what? She deserved nothing less; this was crude justified punishment.

But still, a smile graced her lips, a gentle dying smile as she grasped the hand of the child who stood by her lying side. A sweet melody, feeling rather fitting right now in her eyes, came from the mouth of the innocent child who went through a personal hell… just as Elizabeth did.

I'm sorry, She wanted to tell Sally, I'm sorry for delaying the freedom you deserve… more than I ever did.

But there was still hope, as the last door showed her of the man who will save not only Sally, but every girl trapped in this forsaken city. And that future event would give Elizabeth the strength to die happily, as well as the images of those she cherished most; the one who gave her friendship as a child, and the one who helped her escape from her prison.

Booker... Elsa... Thank you.

The final thoughts before her vision became inexplicably black.

Light… and then multiple voices.

Those were the first things to assault her tiring sight and ears, waking her up from the realm of permanent sleep. By instinct the young woman brought her hand up to block the light, giving her vision relief as her eyes blinked rapidly-

Wait…

Tired? Breathing? Less pain to her head than she ever felt earlier?

What was happening?

Slowly the confused slowly-processing Elizabeth removed her hand, and was greeting to the sight of a marble posh-looking ceiling. But that's not the most surprising thing; what was shocking being the small head of the little girl she went to great lengths saving in Rapture.

Rapture…

Elizabeth couldn't comprehend it; was she still dying? It would explain why Sally was kneeling down beside her, but the young woman never recalled a clean white ceiling over where she was dying.

The multiple voices grew louder, and that was then Elizabeth realized she wasn't hearing things; neither of them was alone in this place.

True enough, her blinking eyes widened a little as multiple people swam into view looking down at her with genuine concern; people she didn't recognize at first. A brunette wearing a fancy dress, a blonde man with the clothing of a hiker, a reindeer that seemed impossibly sentient-

Wait, she's seen these people before… a long time ago when she first looked through the many doors.

Which means this was…

And a smile, a relieved smile despite her tiring damaged state, emerged from her red lips at the sight of her best friend, joining the group who knelt around her, raising a brow curiously. But Elizabeth could see the gears working in her mind; a sense of familiarity glinting the Queen's eyes.

Putting all her remaining strength into her voice, Elizabeth mustered out with two simple hoarse words. "Hello Elsa."

A gasp of shock and recognition widened her smile, and the exhausted woman heard a number of words - "Elizabeth? Elizabeth! Hold on! Guards help us carry her to-!" – before submitting herself to the realm of sleep once more, this time a wave of peace and happiness washing over her.

Sally… you're safe now…

AN: I apologize if this chapter is short to you, but I hope you enjoyed this one regardless. You know, with the special Frozen Fever now out, a humourous thought occurred to me: should I add that special in as an extra chapter, since the eighth chapter was suppose to be the last one? What do you think? Also I've heard Disney intends of making an official sequel to Frozen... yeah I don't think that's a good idea; considering how successful other sequels to their classic fairytale films have gone. Anyway, please review, all criticism welcome. The next, and perhaps final, chapter will be published next month. Until then my friends!