"Your sister is dead because of you."

All the strength in Elsa's legs left her as she collapsed onto the frozen floor. First her parents, now Anna. How many more lives were her powers going to take? She had already frozen her entire nation.

In her despair, she didn't notice Hans' footsteps approaching her, or Anna's weak scream telling her to move. Not until a searing pain cut across her back and her arm supporting arm gave out beneath her, her face hitting the ice with a painful thud. Elsa felt the blood pooling around her, her ice dress soaking in the fresh liquid. Through the haze slowly filling her mind, her only thoughts were that this was the only ending she deserved, the treacherous Snow Queen that had deceived everyone and taken the lives of her family and her countrymen, dying in a pool of her own blood.

However, just as she was about to give in to the darkness that was threatening to overtake her mind at any moment, she noticed movement beneath her. Movement through the ice that she lay on. It was a boy who could be no older than her. She caught his eyes and at that moment, all Elsa wanted was to reach him. It seemed he wanted the same as well, for he reached up towards her, and she pressed her hands against the ice, trying to break through it. But he was sinking further and further away, and she was too weak. Yet, somehow, she could feel it in her bones, in her very being, that this would not be their last meeting. As her eyes slipped closed, Elsa smiled, the first true smile she had smiled since she was a child.

The cold water numbed all feeling in his arms and legs, the moon bright as Jack sunk lower and lower into the depths of the icy water. He mentally apologised to his mother and sister, praying for them to live well despite his absence. Slowly, Jack closed his eyes, embracing the cold and the dark. Suddenly, he felt a compulsion to open them again, maybe to see the moon one last time.

However, what greeted his eyes was not the white moon, but a girl in a sparkling blue dress. She was collapsed on the ice separating them, one arm barely supporting her weight while the other covered her eyes. Her shoulders shook with sobs. Behind her, Jack saw a man approaching, his arm raised and ready to swing the sword down onto her. Jack opened his mouth to scream a warning, but cold water rushed in instead. He could only watch in horror as the sword cut her back open and she fell, her body flushed with the ice, her blonde hair slowly dyed red with her own blood.

Jack wanted to, needed to, reach her, but the water was heavy on his own clothes and pulling him further down. At that moment, he caught her eyes. Eyes so blue that for a moment, he forgot he was drowning. He stretched up towards her, and she splayed her hands against the ice, as if they were trying to reach each other through the frost, but they were too far apart. Yet, just before the darkness completely consumed him, he saw her smile, and he knew that somehow, they would meet again.

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"Hello"