Elsa awoke the next morning bright and early as usual. She leaned up and elegantly yawned, running her fingers through her hair. As she looked around, she finally noticed that Hans was absent. Figuring he was just making breakfast elsewhere, she got up and made her way out of the cave, slowly braiding her hair. This was the day, the day she could put a seal on Hans, the day she could finally open up to a new kind of love with him. A love which she knew she could no longer deny, a love she was desperate to explore and embrace. She longed for Hans, for his body, his heart, his touch. It was early days, but if Anna and Kristoff could forgive, forget and find love, so could she.

"Hans?" She called out, a smile gracing her lips as she said his name.

Her smile quickly faded when she saw a burning trail leading to the sea and a large cloud of black smoke in the distance headed straight for Arendelle.

"Hans!" She cried, running down to the sea quickly, her feet burning against the sand.

"Anna, hold tight, I'm coming home, I'll save you little sister!"