What is this?

'Nothingness. Everything.'

Is this…real? Am I dreaming?

'You have become one with nature, as was your destiny. As was mine. As was hundreds before us.'

One…with nature?

'Yes.'

Who are you?

'An echo. My time ended when yours began.'

But you remain?

'I do.'

Why?

'Because you went too far. Because you've been troublesome since the beginning.'

Pardon?

'You were not meant to become like this. You were meant to be freed and save your people personally. You were meant to choose a life outside of the four walls enclosed around you. You were meant to choose solidarity.'

You speak of fate?

'I speak of Fate. Yes.'

So, you remain to ensure I do not perpetuate further change?

'Yes. No matter how tired I am, you will not let me rest.'

Why?

'Because of your deviance.'

I don't understand.

'That is due to my influence. It is for the safety of this world. If Mother is corrupted, I can only fear what will happen to the rest of nature and, in turn, all living things.'

You speak of deviance and corruption, but I do not recall performing any acts that would warrant such labels.

'Precisely. You heard my song, but you were imperfect. None could anticipate how far you would allow your worldly desires to fall. I can think of no crime worse save for murder, perhaps. Even then, there are rare circumstances that could justify such brutality. What you were before I corrected your mind…was unforgivable.'

Frightening words you use toward me. Care to explain?

'I do not.'

Yet there is little else to do here.

'You speak in a casual tone. Perhaps your thoughts have not caught up yet.'

How do you mean?

'We shall see.'

I seem to fade in and out of consciousness.

'Use that word sparingly, for it hardly constitutes what you are currently experiencing.'

I…do not favour this notion of disconnect I feel. Thoughts of myself and, more importantly, Anna, are becoming difficult to grasp in earnest.

'It will all be forgotten in time. Your new role needs not such distractions.'

They are not distractions. If I am not me, and if I cannot think of Anna, then what am I?

'Ahtohallan. And so you shall be for a long, long time. Until you, inevitably, require a replacement, as I did. A bridge must always remain in one form or another. You were to be permitted a mortal life until the end of your days, when you would attain this mantel, but no more. Not when you simply refuse to give up such fantastically ludicrous notions.'

Which were…?

'A sad attempt at manipulation.'

What difference is there in telling me?

'The swifter you give up on your sense of self, the more quickly I might truly rest.'

I will never forget Anna.

'We shall see.'

How long has it been?

'What would be your guess?'

Two hours?

'No. A month.'

…What?

'Time means little to spirits. You blink in and out of the reality you knew. Your intervals are only extending.'

How strange. I…

'What?'

Arendelle. Yes. That was my kingdom. And…I lost my mother and father to the Dark Sea. I have magic. Ice powers. I care about Daryun, Leonard, Kai, Gerda, King Arthur, Rynn, and…of course…Anna. My precious sister. My…

'Stubborn until the end.'

Stubborn?

'It's nothing. There's no point.'

Anna. I miss them. I miss her. I miss…

'That will also pass.'

Also…?

'Blink again. Sleep is a simpler answer.'

I don't…want to. I need to remember her.

'Why?'

Because I will go back. Back to my sister. Back to Arendelle.

'Back to that cage of a life? You are destined for omniscience. Why would you ever desire confinement again? You wished for something better. Something greater. Here you are. Here we are.'

Why…?

'Why what?'

Why does your voice…sound like mine?

'…A mere projection of your wishes.'

No. It's more than that. I've heard it before. I…know I have. Your voice has changed since our first encounter in Arendelle.

'I thought such reflection would have passed by now…'

So, I'm not wrong to question?

'Close your mind.'

I…won't.

'You already have, Ahtohallan.'

Anna…!

'Who is that?'

Who…?

'Where you we?'

I…don't know.

'How long has it been?'

Months. A season in a passing notion of fancy.

'Who are you?'

Elsa…I'm Elsa.

'Are you? Are we?'

Yes. Yes. I am…Elsa. I'm waiting.

'Waiting? Why? Why do we wait?'

Because. This isn't…the end.

'The end? Or beginning? It is both and neither. Eternity favours none. Indifference is our plight now.'

No…

'Yes.'

Yes.

'No.'

Who is Anna? Why can I not forget that word?

'Words are nothing. Conception is just that. Rest. Let us rest.'

Let me rest.

'Ahtohallan.'

Ahtohallan.

'Until the end.'

Until the end of time.

Anna…Anna…

Elsa…Elsa…

Anna…Elsa…

This sleep…is not peaceful…

I miss…

I need…

I miss…

I crave…

I…I…

What…am…I?

I'm…cold…