"Snowflake…"
The words were a whisper on her skin, a mere numbness in her mind. She counted every heartbeat, every breath, and wondered if they were hers or someone else's. She guessed they were hers since they were so loud.
"Will she be okay?" This voice was different from the one that had spoken before.
"I think so," the other voice replied.
The voices were either somewhere nearby or coming from her head. She had the same questions, but she didn't remember opening her mouth in order to actually ask them. But the voices sounded familiar. They were voices she loved.
"How did she survive?"
There was a pause. Her ears strained to hear what they were saying.
"I don't know," the other voice finally said.
She longed to move. She didn't get why she was frozen like this. She wanted to see who was talking, or if it was truly no one at all and she had finally gone over the deep end. Even being able to move a finger would have appeased her, but she remained a perfect statue. She would have given anything to open her eyes and see if she was alone or surrounded by those she loved.
"Is Pitch gone?"
"Yes."
"For good this time?"
"Yeah, I think so."
Pitch…the name registered vaguely in the back of her mind. She knew that name, and she hated that name. If she could have moved she would have frowned. The voices stopped and she was able to revel in how quiet it was for a few moments more before restlessness consumed her once more.
"What is it?" the other voice asked softly. They sounded tired.
She knew the voices weren't addressing her, but she strained to listen all the same. There wasn't anything to do other than think and listen to them. Her mind was blank, completely useless, so she simply listened to the voices. She couldn't remember anything, or even remember if there was anything to remember.
"I just wanted to thank you for everything."
"I'm the reason all of this happened. I was the one who cursed her," the other voice responded sadly.
"You love her," the first voice acknowledged.
"Yeah."
The second voice hadn't even hesitated and for some reason, she felt her heart beat faster at this. She felt warm and not numb and this allowed her to feel comfort as well.
"Thank you, Jack."
Jack. It was like a trigger word. Every cell in her body suddenly came alive, and she jerked upright. She gasped in a breath like she had been drowning that whole time. Her eyes flew wide and she blinked quickly as the light assaulted her eyes. She whipped her head around, looking for the source of the voices.
Her eyes met blue ones and her heart melted again like it had before. She threw herself from her sitting position into his lap. "Jack!" she cried, laughing. Relief washed through her as she threw her hands around his neck. "Oh my god, what happened?!"
Elsa had never felt more alive. She could hear her sister's relieved chatter behind her, but she didn't move from her position on Jack's lap. She smiled down at him. He returned her sentiment, but she could see sadness in his eyes as well. Instead of dwelling on it, she kissed him fiercely. She kissed him the way she would have before she'd jumped in front of the ice shard Pitch had tried to kill her with.
But he hadn't! She was alive and she couldn't have been more overjoyed!
"Snowflake. Snowflake," he kept murmuring under her lips. His fingertips brushed across her cheek and he grinned boyishly up at her. That was more like it.
"Hey, let me have a turn!" Anna protested from behind them. Elsa leapt off of Jack's lap and turned to attack her sister. They laughed as they hugged each other tightly. "I'm so glad you're okay, Elsa," Anna breathed. Elsa just laughed breathlessly, too happy for words.
She felt Jack squeeze her hand, leaning down to whisper something to her. "We need to talk later."
Elsa turned to face him. "And for now?" she challenged.
He grinned again, raking his white hair back with on hand before reaching down to pull her into his arms and twirl her around.
"For now, we celebrate!"