"Anna! Anna!" Kristoff shouted half way with glee and the other half with confusion. He bounded through the burning castle's halls to return to Peter's room. He left to see why all the noise had stopped so suddenly after over an hour of mass destruction and chaos had ensued.

He was running out of breath and most of his energy trying to get back to his frantic wife, and he was grateful to see her opening the door, hearing him from quite some distance away.

"Are they gone?!" She asked halfway crouching behind to door to protect herself from what ever imminent threat she thought was around.

"Yeah!" They just left! Like really... They just all left, all at once." His voice was still excited even though he was gasping and panting. He was leaning over, with his hands on his knees trying to regain his breath, and Anna made him come back inside and sit at the foot of the bed so he could calm down.

"So, is that a good thing or a bad thing though?" Anna asked quietly, her voice drenched with the fear of uncertainty. She went to pour Kristoff a glass of water from the pitcher sitting on the night stand next to the bed. She handed him the glass and he gulped the whole thing in a couple of swigs.

"I would think good! How could it be bad?" Peter inquired blindsided.

Anna looked at him with a face that look like he just kicked Sven or Olaf, like he betrayed her.

"Maybe they're coming back? Maybe Viktor called them back to defeat Elsa because she's beating him? What if they overpower her now?!" Anna grew more and more loud and furious with each passing word.

Peter just tried to shrink as far into the pillows and blankets he could as Anna stared at him with steaming eyes.

"Or, maybe she's won, and they've recognized the death of Viktor, so they're going home to mourn him." Kristoff suggested timidly.

"You don't think a bunch of mournful dragons are gonna wanna kill the person responsible for the death of their king?" Anna raged on, and she started to pace around the room.

"Anna!" Kristoff jumped off from where he sat and went over to the pacing Anna, stopping her and pulling her close to him. "I'm sure she's doing just fine. She does have ice powers after all! How do you beat someone with ice powers?"

"Fire. Lots and lots of fire. Like dragons have. Dumbass."

"Hey!" He cried out a little hurt.

Anna tore herself away from him. "I can't calm down Kristoff! That's my sister over there! And I can't help her! I can't see her, I can't do anything for her!"

"Well, there is one thing you could do."

"Oh?! And what would that be?" She hollered, finally looking at him again.

"Start preparations to rebuild the west corridor..."

"What? W-" Her pupils overtook her irises and she bolted out the door and Kristoff followed after her to stop her from doing anything stupid.

"Anna! Anna come back!"

She pushed herself even harder to get further away from him. What was wrong with the west corridor? She could smell burnt wood and charred stone. Her heart pounded against her ribs violently. Then she saw the sky, gray and black from soot and smoke. She shouldn't have been able to see the sky yet. The whole west side of the castle was gone. By being crashed and burnt down, it was nothing but rubble and embers.

"Where is everybody?! Are they okay?! Did they make it out?! Why didn't we hear this?!" Anna bawled out as her body shook uncontrollably. She stopped in her tracks and surveyed the damage for a moment, literally trying to hold herself together.

"I don't know if everyone made it out. It looks like the fire went out by itself though." Kristoff was too busy looking out at the destruction to notice Anna had already gone. "Wait, where'd you-" He snapped his head around in every direction and saw her red hair going down a crumbing hallway, about ready to cave in on itself. "ANNA, NO!" He went after her in a dead sprint. She was going down the hallway that led to her parents room. It was so close to ground zero... She had to see if it was still there. It had to be, it just had to be. For the love of everything holy, it had to still be there.

Kristoff chased after her, screaming for her to stop and that was his mistake. The waves coming from him disturbed the tiniest of cracks in the ceiling which vibrated against bigger ones, until big chunks were rattling and then finally giving out and with all of Kristoff's strength he leapt over the distance to Anna and tried to push her out of the way, but he was a split second too late.

One chunk got her on her leg stretched behind her, and she spun out until another tumbling chunk fell and crashed upon her head and she fell like a bag of bricks, her gasping breath lost within her lungs.

"ANNA!" Kristoff bellowed, lying on his stomach, just behind Anna, also lying on her stomach, the only difference being that she wasn't choking on the dust in the air, which was a very bad sign. He scrambled onto his hands and knees and crawled over to her as more pieces of the ceiling came crashing down. He pulled her limp body onto his lap and then searched for a safer place and his eyes landed on two giant oak doors. He scooped her up into his arms and fled to the doors and rammed his shoulder against them make them budge only a little. He grunted at the smarting pain in his now bruised shoulder, but backed up and tried again and this time made it through.

He quickly threw her onto the abandoned bed as carefully as he could, but still very dangerously. He just wanted to get the doors closed as soon possible. He strained his sore arms and finally got the heavy doors closed in perfect time. The rumbling stopped outside, and his idea worked. The doorway was strong enough to stay upright and keep the energy from flowing through it, and the ceiling didn't crack anymore. They were safe.