"Just take care of my sister!" I yelled, desperate, through the overwhelming sheets of snow, swirling through the cold air. I stepped back, carefully. I moved my hands, ready to defend myself, if necessary. I looked at Anna's fiance, stalking forth carefully, with pleading eyes.
He stepped forward, the snow not fazing him. "Your sister," He started. "She returned from the mountain, weak and cold, and said that you froze her heart!" He yelled through the swirling blizzard.
"No…"
"Elsa," my tiny sister murmured, energetic and fully awake, though it was late at night and I was trying to sleep. I ignored her, tired. But that had never stopped her before.
She tried raising her leg over the bed, and stumbled. Trying again, she pushed herself onto the mattress, next to me. She crawled onto my half-awake body, and shook my shoulders.
"Elsa!" She called, louder. She shook my shoulders violently. "Wake up, wake up, wake up!" She ordered.
"Anna," I began. "Go to sleep." I exclaimed, opening my eyes, exasperated. She sighed, dramatically, and rolled over onto her back, her head crashing into mine, startling me. "I can't!" She cried, raising a hand over her head. "The sky's awake, so I'm awake, so we have to play!"
Annoyed, I sat up, and pushed her. She rolled over the bed. "Go play by yourself!" I teased, smiling. A moment later, she climbed back up the bed, looking smug. She pulled my eyelid open.
"Do you wanna build a snowman?" She asked, haughtily. I opened an eye, intrigued. Now she had my attention.
"I tried to save her, but it was too late!" He continued, apologetically. I stared back, a surprised gasp escaping from my lips. A numbing sensation crawled up my chest and seeped through my heart. It was colder than the blizzard outside.
"Her skin was ice; her hair turned white." I looked away, disbelieving. I wanted him to stop. I didn't want to know. I turned my hands. Oh god, don't say it.
"Hang on!" I called, beams of ice shooting through the air and creating piles of snow. "Catch me!" She answered, delighted. I fluttered my hand, and another snow pile rose from the ice-covered floors.
"Again!" She ordered, hopping from the piles, increasing her speed. My eyes widened, worried. "Wait!" I called, flinging my hands through the air, fingers frigid. "Slow down!" I yelled, as the snow piles heightened.
I stared up in fear, and my shoe caught on a dip in the ice. I slipped and fell, my head crashing against the hard, cold, floor. I ignored the pain, and my head shot upward in horror. Anna jumped from the final snow pile, and fell through the air.
"Anna!" I cried, throwing my hand forward. The ice beam shot through the air, and crashed into the side of Anna's head as she fell through the air.
"Your sister is dead," He yelled, through the snow. My eyes widened further than I thought they could. I flinched and stepped backward. I inhaled, slowly, not understanding what I had heard. "Because of you." He finished.
And I broke. "No," I gasped. I looked around at the storm that would last forever because of me. I rose a hand to my chest, and looked at my long, pale fingers. And I collapsed onto my knees, sobbing. The raging clouds of ice fled, and the storm ceased. Every snowflake hung in the air.
I ignored the sound of heavy, wooden boots trudging forward. I ignored the sound of a sword being pulled from the sheath. All I could focus on was the sound of my heart beating, and I tried to imagine Anna's heart beating next to mine.
The sound of my breathing faded, as well as that of my sobs, and the boots thumping forward. The only thing left was my heart pumping, and the blood roaring in my ears.
Anna was dead.
And it was my fault.