Elsa struggles through her own storm, but the fear was consuming her. A dark shadow approached. It was Hans.

"Elsa. You can't run from this!" Hans cried.

Elsa backed away from him.

"…Just take care of my sister." Elsa begged. "And take care of Jack."

"Jack? He returned from the mountain weak and cold. He said you froze his heart." Hans said.

"What? No." Elsa said.

"I tried to save him, but it was too late. His skin was ice. His hair turned white…" Hans said.

Elsa's face sinks as she realized what she has done.

"Your guardian is dead… because of you." Hans accused.

Elsa dropped to her knees, emotionally broken. And with that, the swirling storm suddenly stopped. The snow froze mid-air, hung suspended, trapped in grief.

Citizens and dignitaries rushEd to the wall's edge and looked out to see…

Jack, barely able to move but now able to see across the fjords to...

"Elsa." Jack said in barely a whisper.

He raised his staff to defend Elsa—

"Elsa!" Anna cried, as she and Kristoff struggled forward.

Anna ran top speed towards her. There was still a lot of fjord to cross, but Anna was going strong. She was going to make it.

But then, Anna heard the sound of a urn being drawn out. She turned and saw Hans, behind Elsa, as he reached out to use the capture magic.

Anna's shadow magic—which she was unaware she had—rose up and flew into the air—

"A monster...shouldn't rule Arendelle!" Hans went to use the urn—

The ice magic from the staff; the shadow magic from Anna; Elsa's power rose up in defense—and STRUCK the urn.

It shattered, and blue silver liquid smoke ran out of it and took the form of a woman; Ingrid.

Pitch's dark laughter could be heard across the fjords.