Kristoff and Elsa rushed to meet the Nokk in the water as soon as they saw who was draped over it's back. Kristoff pulled her off and carried her as delicately as he could back to the shore. She was soaked to the bone, cold and completely unresponsive.
The Nokk lingered in the shallow water. Elsa stepped close and noticed what it held in its mouth.
"Anna," Kristoff whispered, he held her in a way too familiar to bare, "my Anna."
Elsa took the ring from her companion's mouth. It felt heavier than a ring should and yet it looked as if the water had no effect on it. She pocketed it for now. The Nokk bowed and washed away with the tide.
Kristoff's fingers brushed over her neck again and again, searching for a pulse, a beat of life. He couldn't find anything. Kristoff took a moment to gaze over her face, he hadn't seen it in so long but he was sure it never looked like this. Her lips were purple, her skin was shrivelled and her body had started to take on this waxy substance. He choked on his breath as he looked at her. Once frozen and now drowned. It was all too much to stand at once that he almost dropped her.
Luckily, Elsa's hand on his arm pulled him out of these painful thoughts. "I have an idea."
Her hands were up and already starting to produce little specks of glittering snow.