A/N: Hello all! Once again, kind of a short chapter! I promise the next one is longer! This chapter and the next one are the last two chapters, and they're kind of like two parts of an epilogue. There's the sad part, and then there's the happy part. This is the sad part, so brace yourselves!

But before we get to that, I mentioned yesterday that while this story is almost over, my writing is not done yet. Now, I know what some of you are probably thinking..

Your thoughts: Sequel? :-D

Me: :-* ... No. Look, I've got a few vague ideas for a sequel to this, but I don't really see them coming to light, at least not anytime soon. Now, I say this because I am currently working on a new fic for Frozen that is unrelated to this one. It's an Elsa/OC fic (Not with Liam! sorry!) but I will be posting it (hopefully!) sometime next month. I'll post something about it on my profile when it gets closer to being done.

But for now, read and review!

Disclaimer: We should all know by now that I don't own Frozen.

Would Elsa ever forget about Isabella? No.

The queen kept her promise to Agatha, and she routinely send them money to keep up with their finances. Agatha would often send her back letters of thanks, and she would often include details on Isabella's condition as her health slowly deteriorated.

Elsa thought about Isabella every day. She would hear plenty of other people's sad stories in her life, but this girl would always hold a special place in her heart. She had recounted Isabella's story to Anna, Kristoff, and Liam, and they all sympathized with her as well. How could you not?

Elsa thought over all of this one day while sitting in her study, having just finished her paperwork for the day. It had been several months since she met Isabella, and the queen was now heavily pregnant with her child.

The last letter that she had gotten from Agatha told her of how Isabella's condition was progressively getting worse. They all knew the day would be soon, and Agatha promised to notify her when it did. Agatha had also tried to assert that Elsa did not have to continue sending them money after Isabella was gone, but Elsa fully intended to give the whole family support as long as they needed it, so long as it was in her power.

As if on cue, there was a knock on the door of the study. At the queen's command, the royal messenger entered with a letter for Elsa. He handed it to her and bowed as she dismissed him.

Examining the letter, Elsa recognized the handwriting on the envelope. It was smooth and perfect, like a work of art. But her heart sank when she saw the marks on the paper that could only have been left by drops of water.

Taking a deep breath, Elsa reached for the letter opener and tore the envelope open. She pulled out the wrinkled note and unfolded it with care. She read it slowly, afraid to miss a word:

Queen Elsa,

I am greatly saddened to inform you that on the evening of January 9, 1786, my daughter, Isabella Holst, passed away to her illness at the age of nine years and eight months. It is a relief to know that she is not suffering anymore, but the pain of losing my firstborn child is unbearable.

Your majesty, I'd like to thank you again for all of your support through this difficult time. I don't think we could have gotten by this long without it. However, it will no longer be needed, for we are leaving our home to be with some of Mathias's family in a nearby kingdom. With all of the memories that our house holds, we can't bear to stay there any longer. So I guess this is my farewell, and I suppose the only thing left to do is wish you luck with your family and with Arendelle.

Thank you for understanding,

Agatha Ljungman

Elsa sat back in her chair as she tried to take it all in. It was all over. Isabella was gone. Elsa knew it was coming, but that didn't make it much easier. She had only met Isabella that one time, but the girl's story had melted her heart in an instant.

At least her suffering was over. Agatha had mentioned in her last letter that Isabella was in a lot of pain. Now her pain was over, and Elsa had no doubt that the little girl had found her father in heaven.

There was a knock at the door, and Liam poked his head in.

"Elsa, aren't you done everything-"

He cut himself off when he saw tears rolling down the queen's face. Walking in and kneeling down next to her chair, he looked at her with concern.

"What is it?" he said.

Elsa sniffed as she turned her head toward him and looked into his eyes.

"Her angel has appeared," she said.

Liam understood what that meant. Isabella's story had hit him a bit harder than it hit Anna and Kristoff, since he had actually seen the child.

He sighed as he eyed the letter on the desk. Elsa leaned over and buried her face in his shirt, and he stroked her hair as she wept into his shoulder. Neither said another word on the topic. There was nothing to say.

I have come to the decision that I am going to post the last chapter tomorrow rather than waiting till Tuesday, for two reasons. First: come on, do you really think I'm going to leave you on that note for two whole days? I'm not quite that mean! And second, this week is tech week for my school play (which I am in) so I figured it was best to get this out of the way as soon as possible so I can focus on what I need to do! So... you're welcome! you get one less day to wait, although I should warn you that it'll be a little later tomorrow cause I have dress rehearsal right after school. So you'll get to enjoy the last chapter... and I'll get to have "Annie" haunting my nightmares! Pray I don't die!

Read on, write on, dream on. -bandgeek63