I WALKED DOWN THE LONG HALLWAY. I felt like the large wooden doors grew further and further away with each step. My heart was beating so fast, I was so sure that it was going to explode. Finally I made it to the door. I reached for the doorknob, but I hesitated. This might be the last time I ever touched this doorknob, this might've been the last time I walked down that hallway. I was now happy I left those notes in my study. The letter to Anna explaining everything that I had transpired between Wilhelm and I, and Christian…I told her about him in the letter, and that if she was discover that he was dead she was to visit the Southern Isles and place a white rose on his grave. I also told her how much I loved her, and what a great queen she would make. I hoped though that she'd never have to read that letter, I hoped that this meeting with Wilhelm would not end in my death, but the hope was little.

I reached for the knob and turned it. I opened the door, and saw him standing by the window. He was looking up at the sky; he seemed unaware of my presence. I closed the door behind me,

"Hello, Wilhelm," I whispered. He turned his head slightly.

"Come here," he ordered. I walked over to where he stood, and looked up at the sky as he did.

"Do you remember that night, Elsa?" He asked.

"What night?" I asked confused. He closed his eyes; he took three deep breaths, and then looked at me.

"That night twenty years ago, the night you made that pinky promise, the one about you keeping my secret about me having powers!" He looked back up at the sky. "We stood right here in this very spot. We were looking up at this same sky, although it wasn't quite as bright. We were watching the northern lights; you said it was like fire in the sky."

I couldn't be quite sure, but for a moment, a very brief moment I thought I saw a slight smile. He caught me looking at him and snarled. I looked down at the ground.

"I do remember," I said, not looking up to see his face.

"What else do you remember of that night?" he asked. I shook my head,

"Not much more," I said truthfully. He chuckled.

"I'm not surprised," he said in a discussed tone, "either what happened next was too insignificant in your precious little privileged life to remember, or the guilt of what you did was too great for even the might Elsa to hold on her shoulders and you suppressed it!" He was now glaring at me, his glowing green eyes burned into mine. I stepped back in fear, thinking for sure that the end was coming. He was breathing heavily. "Why don't I remind you?" he asked smiling slightly.

He walked towards the wooden doors, and stopped about halfway from them. He pointed his white finger towards them. "Through those very doors our mothers entered the room. They had been looking for us. Your mother," he said now pointing at me, "hugged you; cradled you in her arms. My mother slapped me across the face and told me what a pathetic piece of swine I was."

I tried so hard to remember, but I couldn't. "Your mother tried to intervene, after she sent you off to your room, but my mother would have none of it! She was going to slap your mother across the face when a snowball hit her in the head."

I stared at him dumbfounded, not remembering ever doing that. "It all came out then Elsa, you told her everything." He stormed over to me, stopping inches away from my face. I could feel his warm breath on my skin; I could see the rage in his eyes, and the pain of the memory. "And do you know what happened next?" he asked slowly. I shook my head. He grabbed my cheeks with his hand and forced my face even closer to his. "She burned me, Elsa." He said loudly even though I could've heard him clearly had he barely whispered. "She and my wretched father burned me; their own son." He let go of my face and stormed away, pacing back in fourth. It appeared that he was trying to think of something to say, something to do, but he couldn't decide.

I myself was thinking as well. And though I couldn't remember anything other than promising a young Prince Wilhelm that we would be friends, I knew what he said had to be true. Why else would he hate me so? It was I who destroyed his happiness, who ruined his life, and so that was the reason he wanted to hurt me. My heart broke; I couldn't believe what I had done. Even though at the time I had been so young, I knew better than to break a promise.

He stopped pacing and turned back at me.

"Well," he yelled at me. I looked at him with pity and sorrow instead of fear. This man wasn't a monster, but someone who had been broken beyond repair, and because of me.

"I'm sorry," I told him. He looked at me bewildered, blinking a few times. His face changed from anger to confusion.

"Sorry," he repeated. I nodded my head.

"Yes, Wilhelm. I'm sorry, I'm sorry that I broke my promise, and I'm sorry that your parents hurt you because of me." The anger returned to his face, this time greater than I had ever seen. He rushed over to me and slapped me across the face. I yelped and fell to the floor.

"SORRY!" he yelled at the top of his lungs. I tried to get up, but he kicked me in the gut. The breath was knocked out of me. I fell to the floor face first, trying to breath. I felt him grab a handful of my hair; he yanked my head up so that I was looking at him. "Sorry," he repeated. His eyes seemed like they were glowing brighter, his body shaking with rage. "That's all you have to say for ruining my life?" he asked slowly, trying to compose himself as best as he could. He slapped me again, and then let go of my hair. He stormed over to the window. I lied on the floor for a minute, too afraid to get up. Using my powers would be useless, he was stronger than me. But I was the queen, and so I stood up, proud and tall. He didn't look at me.

"You killed Kai," I said in a booming voice. "You killed that little boy in the stable, and his parents. You almost ruined my sister's wedding, and you took away someone I loved very much. Haven't we both suffered enough?" I asked. He turned to me,

"NO!" he shouted. I didn't flinch this time. If he was going to kill me, than he'd kill me while I stood, not cowering on the ground. I expected him to form a fireball in his hand, but he didn't. Instead he reached into he turned his hand clockwise creating a cloud of purple smoke. He held out his other hand and caught a tiny glowing red vial. He held the vial up so that I could see it.

"What's that?" I asked him. He smiled, staring intensely at the vial.

"It's a potion," he said, "made out of a very rare and special apple." He cackled. "Did you know that apples represent knowledge and health?"

"Then why do I get the feeling that the potion is going to kill me?"

He shook his head. "It won't kill you. No, what it will do is far worse."

"What could be worse than death" I thought to myself.

"This potion will put you into an everlasting sleep. And in that sleep you will be trapped in a world full of your own regrets and sorrows. You will appear dead, but you'll have immortality. And as you're lying in that crypt for forever, everyone you know will die, and will be joined together in the afterlife, and you will never join them. Forever alone in a dark crypt. Forever alone in your own mind, forever frozen!" He smiled at me.

"And you're going to make me drink that," I said pointing at the glowing red potion. He shook his head briefly.

"No, the magic won't work that way. It had to be taken willingly," he said extending his hand closer to me. I shoved his hand away.

"And why would I choose that?" I asked. He smiled wickedly, victoriously.

"Because if you don't you're little sister, and her unborn child will be killed." My heart dropped, my mind cease to work. All I could comprehend is that Anna would be killed, and so would her baby…my sister was pregnant, and Wilhelm was going to kill her and the baby, if I choose to be selfish.

I looked at him, tears welling up in my eyes. "No," I said shaking my head. No Anna and her baby couldn't die. Wilhelm held out his arm again, the potion right in my face.

"As I said the choice is yours," he said smiling at me.

"I take that potion and Anna and her baby live, and you never harm my kingdom again. That's the deal you want to make?"

Wilhelm leaned into face, only an inch apart.

"With all my heart!"

I took the potion from his hand. "Then congratulations, Wilhelm," I said as I pulled the cork free of the vial. "You finally won." I poured the glowing red potion down my throat. It tasted of acid. The potion burned my mouth, and my throat as it ran down. It felt like my insides were on fire. I looked up and saw Wilhelm smiling, not a wicked smile, but a smile of pure and utter glee. He began to laugh as I fell to my knees clutching my throat.

He lied, had must have lied. This was killing me. I couldn't breathe; no matter how hard I tried to gasp for air none would fill my lungs. My vision grew hazy, but I could still see Wilhelm laughing. And then I heard the doors open. I fell to the floor face first, my body stiffing. I heard a scream, it was Anna. I tried to look up at her, wanting her to be the last thing I'd ever see, not Wilhelm. But I couldn't move me head or my eyes. My eyes became very heavy, and I felt them close. The last thing I heard, other than Wilhelm's laughter, before the potion took complete control of me was Anna yelling.

"What've you done to her! Elsa!" And then blackness.