Anna stared up at the grandfather clock on the wall. Tick, tock, tick, tock. As a girl, she had spent hours lying in front of that clock, moving her feet in time with its hands. But now, it seemed to be ticking her life away. She didn't know if she had hours, or minutes, or even seconds left. All she knew was that she was going to die in this room. Even if she could escape, there was no point. She would never get her act of true love. Because there was no one out there who loved her.

Suddenly she heard a noise behind her. The lock clicked, and the door opened. Anna gasped and turned around. Could it be Hans, come to finish her off? Or could it be a servant, a rescuer?

To her great surprise, it was Olaf. He had picked the lock with his carrot nose, and now he put it back on and rushed towards her.

"Anna!" he said, dismayed at her sorry state. "What happened? Did you find Hans? Did you get your true love's kiss?"

Anna nodded sadly. "I was wrong about him. It wasn't true love."

"Oh," said Olaf, sitting beside her. "I'm sorry." He walked towards the fire and started throwing sticks into it to keep her warm.

"Olaf," Anna said in horror. "You're melting!"

"Some people are worth melting for," Olaf said. His face began to slip, and he held it up with his hand. "Just maybe not right this second." He backed away from the fire and sat down behind Anna.

"Maybe I should just give up," Anna said.

"No," Olaf said firmly. "I am not giving up until I find some other act of true love to save you." He hesitated for a moment, then looked up at her. "Do you have any ideas?"

"I don't even know what love is," Anna said.

"That's okay," Olaf said. "I do. Love is putting someone else's needs before yours. Like how Elsa shut herself away for her entire childhood to protect you."

Anna stared at him in shock. "She did?"

"Yeah," said Olaf. "After the accident, she was so afraid of hurting you again that she gave up her relationship with you."

"How do you know that?" Anna asked.

"I think I have her memories, because she created me," Olaf said. "You know what they say - water has memory."

"Elsa did love me," Anna whispered.

"She never stopped," Olaf said. "So really, you've known true love all your life."

Anna smiled, but then her sadness returned. "Well, that doesn't help me now," she said darkly.

"There's also Kristoff," Olaf offered. "He brought you back here to Hans and left you forever."

Anna's eyes widened. "Kristoff... loves me?"

"Wow, you really don't know anything about love, do you?" Olaf asked.

"I guess not," Anna said.

Anna and Olaf heard the faint sound of a rider running towards Arendelle. Olaf went to the window, broke off an icicle, and used it as a telescope. He suddenly gasped when he saw Kristoff and Sven racing down the mountain as fast as they could go. This could only mean that they had seen the storm gathering over Arendelle and realized that Anna was in trouble, and had come to save her.

"Oh look, he's coming back!" he shouted in glee. "I guess I was wrong. I guess Kristoff doesn't love you enough to leave you behind." He turned to Anna. "That's your act of true love right there! Come on!"

Anna grinned with relief. Olaf led Anna out of the room, through the hallway that was rapidly filling with ice, and into another room, where he opened the window. He and Anna climbed out the window and slid down the snowy roof onto the icy cobblestone courtyard below. There, across the fjord, riding to her atop a reindeer, was her true love, her only hope.