The image of the ring floating down to the fjord kept replaying in his mind. The string trailed behind it; a shooting star. The snowflakes danced in the air, the people's singing reverberated off the cliff edge and echoed across the landscape. It was truly a moment where it felt like she was with them. The cutting winds stole his breath like she did. If only the water could bring the ring to Anna.
The water
Kristoff sat up, his heart pounding against his chest. He leapt out of bed, the movement disturbing Elsa's ever present figure beside him. "Kristoff, what is it?" She asked.
He threw on his robe in one swift motion and grabbed Elsa's coat. "We need to try something, now."
The urgency in his voice was all Elsa needed to hear for her to don her coat and rush out the room behind him.
He lead her down and out the castle, by the fjords edge. The same place Elsa had fled Arendelle, the same place she heard her mother's voice. The morning air was fresh and promising, the sun was only beginning to peek over the mountains' tips.
Kristoff turned to Elsa, desperation and hope written across his features. "The Nokk."
Elsa caught on to what he was thinking. Maybe, just maybe. She sang out to the Nokk and sure enough, it came bounding out of the water to meet Elsa. She rested her head against the Nokk's to connect their thoughts and to turn the water spirit to ghosty ice. In another moment the Nokk was leaping back into the water.
Kristoff reached for Elsa's hand, seeking comfort. She gave it to him gladly. For once, for the first time in a long time, Elsa's skin felt like it was burning, but not of coldness. It was as if the faith that had filled Kristoff's body was now surging through Elsa's.
It was said that death rode a pale horse.
And evidently it did; the Nokk returned with a body.