A/N - Hello! It's Tayla. This is essentially a one-shot series, so by all means comment suggestions!

Funfact, I cried to Idina's treehouse today. The episode was on optimism and damn, it got me. That shit may be aimed for kids but truly, it brings a smile to my face.

Thank you to JGR for this prompt. Anna doesn't make her jump on the dam.

Anna had just lost everything, it was all falling apart. She was using every last ounce of strength she had to run, to free the forest, for her sister - who's death she was determined to not let be in vain.

She had nothing left to lose. So; truthfully as rocks came hurling towards her like meteors - she was not afraid. Anna continued to antagonize the giants, so boldly standing in place. It was like a scene from David and Goliath - yet despite her size she felt as big as Goliath. Shouting into the wind, Anna dared them to take it all down, perhaps even her with it. Destroy the damn. Throw your boulders! Grown men armed with weapons scrambled in fear, and yet she did not. She had got to know death well, a little too well. An unwelcome companion that had so cruelly robbed her best friend and sister in a matter of minutes. It was following her now, she was sure of it. If she was hit, she most definitely wouldn't make it. Crashing in front of her, Anna was thrown backwards as the stones that lined her path back to the only person she had left - Kristoff - fired off the ground in the aftershock. Like bullets, sharp remnants of rock rained down on her. It was loud, so very loud. The sound of everything so harshly crumbling around her.

With a sharp intake of breath, Anna inhaled a mouthful of metallic mist before looking down in front of her. It had worked. The dam could break. Adrenaline racing through her body, along with achievement, she began running the opposite direction of where the dam had been previously struck, the path ahead was clear. She could actually do this, she just had to make it.

She almost did.

The sound hit her first, the sound waves punching every nerve simultaneously, it shook her, literally. All too quickly Anna found herself hurtling into the crash site. Stop, stop stop! She willed her body to catch up with her brain, for friction to take control. Balancing on the edge of death, the top half of her body had been thrown forward in the sudden halt. Forced to meet her match, her heart dropped at the sight of how high she was. The water was crashing violently below, the waves encompassing any and all debris. With seemingly no way back, she was in the eye of the storm.

Death was still chasing her. Relentlessly so. She barely had time to process it, it was a blur. She saw grey, and she ran. She ran as fast she could.

It was sinking, with every step she felt herself falling, just a little. All she could do was land the next leap. Make that next step. Keep one foot in front of the other. Don't look back. Eyes forward. She didn't want to look back, she couldn't afford to. She was acutely aware that she would find nothing behind her, that the drop she had stared down moments before was now hunting her.

Just ahead of her she could see Arendellian guards, she could see him. Kristoff, her love. The one who had so valiantly got her there. A fog of debris clouded her view, her ears were burning, and everything was muffled. She couldn't see him anymore. Beneath Anna the ground was shattering under her black boots, a pattern mirroring the Arendelle crest threaded in light brown. She had to make it home. With every landing she seemed to only fall further. The bridge had been struck ahead of her. Death had cornered her. Death was taunting her. After everything she had lost already, she would have to use the last bit of energy she had left to jump. One final shot of living and it would take everything in her to make it.

She had succeeded, the dam had been broken. And she was breaking with it. Gliding through the air, she outreached her hand, hoping somebody would catch her. Somebody would save her, just as she saved everybody else. Fear hadn't inundated her entirely, not yet.

She had always outrun death, and she was certain this would be no different.

A sword is drawn to take the life of her sister, yet she traded places. She should have been executed. That was the first time she escaped death.

It was ice, that saved her. It stings, the sharp bitterly cold temperature crystallising and spreading over her body, she can't move. Immobilised, the only thing she can do is take one final breath and hope it was enough to save her sister.

It should have been fatal. Somehow, she defies the odds stacked against her again. Only this time, her sister saves her. She escapes death, twice within moments of each other.

Flames were engulfing the forest, her sisters light blue outfit shines brightly through the thick smoke that is beginning to suffocate her. Elsa seemed determined to follow their parents, she had run straight into risking her life. She had done it once before, so Anna followed her into fire. She would save her, again. It is enough to get Elsa to muster the strength to stop it, ice cascades across the forest, and Anna is saved by him. He ran into fire for her, just as she did Elsa. She escapes a third time.

She would be saved, in those final few seconds she always was. She had dodged death as a child and long since her parents succumbed to it. She never failed to rise from what was thrown at her. She had survived years alone. She had survived closed doors. She had survived the grief of her parents untimely death, and the funeral to follow. She had made it out of the cave. Olaf did not. She had a shot of the future. Elsa did not. She was standing, as an only sister. She was the only person left that could make this right.

No, death didn't get to take another person. Not tonight.

She can't make it. The ledge isn't in reach. There's nobody there.

No,

No.

She is falling, coming down from her leap of faith. Faith that was amounting to nothing. Pleading, begging, She is willing her fingertips to reach further, to make it.

The cold air is suffocating her, she can't breathe. All she knows is that she's still in the air and nobody has caught her outreached hand. She saw Kristoff, where was he now?

The sinking feeling is violently taking her now, she feels sick. Gravity is snatching her away, she is getting farther and farther from the bridge.

Her mind is empty, the seconds feel like minutes, in all her twists and turns she still tries to reach what she believes is up, where he is. It is cold. It feels solid.

Anna had collided with the water at great speed.

Death had won.

For one last time, Anna ran to Elsa. For a brief moment, she had found Elsa. As quickly as the damn broke, Elsa vanished. She was alone. Stuck behind a door she would never be able to open.