Summary: After the revelation of Elsa's powers, Anna decides not to go after Elsa in fear of putting the whole kingdom in a bigger risk. Instead, she commands an immediate evacuation to the outskirts of the kingdom in hopes of escaping the eternal winter. Now the fate of Arendelle lies in the hands of the unsteady queen herself as she spirals out of control.

"THE GLOVE!" Someone shouted.

Anna raced down to the fjord, Hans at her heels. the Duke of Weselton followed a bit grudgingly. She stared in shock at her sister's discarded turquoise glove lying on the ice. The glove had seemingly not moved, but the ice underneath it had cracked deeply to create rift a foot across and a foot deep.

"There must be magic still inside of it," Astrid said tightly. "No one touch it."

Anna bit her lip nervously and looked at Hans.

"How thick is the ice?" Astrid asked the ice cutter, a short, heavyset man named Fran.

"Four inches and thickening," he replied, laying down the saw.

Crrrrrrrrack

Everyone stared at the rift as it grew, crackling along loudly until it stretched to the other end of the fjord as far as they could see.

"Oh no," Fran mumbled.

"What in the world?" Hans breathed.

"Get it off!" Anna suddenly cried. She grabbed the ice saw and scooped up the glove, dumping it on the ground. "We can't let the glove make any more cracks."

"Good idea," Astrid eyed the glove suspiciously. "So what's your plan?"

Anna licked her lips and glanced at Hans before responding. "We have to cross the fjord on foot. I just hope it holds."

"Well, there's a lot of people here in Arendelle," Fran said, "I predict at least several hundred altogether. We'll have to travel in small groups to cross safely without risk of the ice cracking under weight."

"How small do the groups have to be?" Hans asked.

"Five to ten, perhaps," Fran replied, tapping the ice with a gloved hand. "And then we could reside in some nearby kingdom until this whole storm thing blows over."

Anna gulped. If there were hundreds, and they could only cross five to ten at a time, and the fjord was pretty huge, that would take a looooong time.

"We could send groups far apart from each other to make it faster," Hans suggested.

"Hold on, we don't even know if it's safe out there," Astrid said. She turned to Anna. "Anna, has this happened before? Any idea where this curse ends? Is it in a certain perimeter?" Astrid demanded. "I'm sure it must thaw at some point, maybe sunrise?"

"I-I don't know," Anna mumbled.

Weselton wrinkled his nose. "How do you not even know the abilities of you own sister?" He asked acidly.

Anna bit her lip and stared at the snow.

"That's quite enough," Hans said firmly. "Astrid, you and the stablehands gather the people and explain the situation. Tell them to pack warm but light and start traveling as fast as possible. It's getting even colder. We have no choice."

"Funny how a last in line prince from a different kingdom is giving us instructions when the princess of Arendelle is right there," Weselton snickered.

"I said, that's enough!" Hans shouted. He grabbed the sniffling Anna and pulled her up the hill back to the castle.

When they arrived, a small group was already headed across the fjord, led by Fran. Astrid and the other stablehands were spread out amongst the villagers and royals alike, talking.

"Welselton was right," Anna mumbled bitterly, shivering. "I never knew Elsa. I can't even lead my own people. Even the stablehands are doing more work than me. I'm a horrible princess." She stared at the snowflakes falling from the sky. She could've sword they were falling much gentler a few minutes ago.

"Don't say that, Anna," Hans chided. "Everyone is just so caught up-"

"YOUR MAJESTIES!" A young girl about eight or nine with two red pigtails ran up to Hans and Anna. "My father just told me to let you know that the ice got even thicker. He stuck a big knife inside the ice and it couldn't even pierce the whole thing!" She spread her arms in explanation.

"Thank you for letting us know," Hans replied with a grin. "I guess we can send more people over at once." He hurried to tell the others, leaving Anna alone in her misery. She kicked a pile of snow lightly, sending it spraying. She turned and looked in the direction Elsa had left, praying for a glimpse of the magenta cape. But all she saw was the fjord and mountains in the distance.

"I SEE SUNLIGHT!" A voice cried.

Anna snapped up. She had been quietly slippping across ice for at least twenty minutes, grasping for Hans to keep from slipping, but it had felt so much longer because of the blizzard they had to pull through. Anna had been one of the last to leave Arendelle, several hours after they had commenced the evacuation plan. Anna stepped through a thick wall of snowflakes and gasped to see clear sky and green grass on the other side. Nowhere else had been affected. A giant dome of white covered Arendelle. The Arendellians milled around the prairie, all safe.

"Thank the gods," Hans mumbled. "We're free."

"But my home..." Anna's eyes filled with tears.

Hans put an arm around her. "I'm so sorry. But unless you want to brave that storm again."

"Doesn't matter," Anna shrugged him off. "I was the spare anyways."

Meanwhile...

Elsa hummed to herself and waved her hand to add more sparkle to her already glamorous ice dress. It felt amazing to have freelance to her powers like this. Escaped from Arendelle, she was free to use her powers without harming anyone. She was about to add more gilt to the ice palace walls she had made when she heard a distant boom. Running to the balcony, she threw open the doors and looked outside. A dome shaped cloud of white was fully enclosing Arendelle. Even worse, the cloud was growing straight for her.

"What?" She gasped in horror. "No, no, no!"

She willed the ice and snow to disappear, but that only agitated the storm worse. It grew closer and closer even faster. Giant spikes of ice poked down at her from her castle walls, now tinged a deep red.

"What do I do?" Elsa cried, holding her head in her hands. Yet there was nothing the scared queen could do as the work of her own hands consumed her completely, leaving her wondering if things could have turned out differently.

It's pretty clear of how Anna's bravery and rescue were so important. She literally saved the whole kingdom and their lives. The choice she made in this shot to avoid her sister was more or less fatal for the both of them. Going after Elsa also helped Anna realize her self worth and the fact she was more than just a spare princess, and without that all would have been for nothing. The blizzard in the end consumed Elsa and basically killed her, leading to the restoration of normal seasons and life to Arendelle. (The only other alternative to Elsa realizing love could fix things was her death). As for Anna, the loss of her sister's companionship and the 'shut her out' method through her childhood left Anna rather remorseless and angry about the whole situation. I hope you guys understood and liked this shot! Please r&r.

Next chapter: (suggested by the awesome CharlieMcGeeFan!)

Similar to the events of 'The Ice Queen's Reluctant Return'- Elsa decides to return to Arendelle- but this time after she freezes Anna's heart.