Inspired by Cassandra's line from the Freebird episode: "Please, don't leave me"
Warning: this is perhaps my darkest one-shot yet. This was a submission to the Frozen Angst Challenge on Tumblr; there seems to be a competition over who can put Elsa through as much emotional agony as possible.
It shouldn't have been like this.
Elsa blamed herself. She always blamed herself. Even though the voice in her head tried to protest, her gut was saying she was responsible for what happened.
You hired her, the voice said. You gave her a job, a dangerous one.
Still, she had not expected this to actually happen.
She was your guard. What did you expect?
Anything but this.
Elsa never thought it would be possible for her to love another person as much as she loved Anna. Her sister would always be first in her heart; that was undeniable. And the love she had for her people was evident. It was the reason she had been willing to put herself in harm's way.
But then, she had done her job. All too well.
She had fought like a demon. It was beautiful, in a way. She had made Elsa proud. She had given everything.
That was the problem.
Elsa couldn't take it. She just couldn't stand to lose another person she had loved so much. The deaths of her parents had been agony. Losing Anna had destroyed her. True, she had not lost Anna for good, but the memory was seared into her brain and stung like a knife each time she remembered.
Why did love have to hurt so badly?
Her body racked with sobs, tears coursing down her cheeks. This could not be happening. It just couldn't. Blood was everywhere. It covered her armor, her hands. It pooled around her. But it was not her blood.
"Please…don't leave me…"
It was no use. She held Cassandra's lifeless body in her hands, the hazel eyes staring blankly into space. Elsa raised a shaking, bloodstained hand to close them. She brought the hand to rest over Cassandra's heart, as if wishing she could restore it to its previous rhythm.
And with that, Elsa broke. She cried like she was back on the fjord. Clinging desperately to Cassandra, she resigned to the truth, in all its ugly form.
Her girlfriend was dead. And she would never see another sunny day.
