"Your sister? She came back from the mountains; weak and cold. She said you froze her heart. I tried to save her, but it was too late."

Elsa shook her head at the russet haired man in front of her. Tried? Too late? Anna is ok. She has to be.

"Your sister is dead. Because of you."

Elsa stared, her icy blue eyes searching for any hint of a lie in his green eyes. She couldn't hear the raging storm around her. She couldn't hear the man in front of her. She could only hear silence and the beating of her own cold heart. The ice queen dropped to the ground, her white-blonde locks falling in front of her face. She didn't feel the storm stop. She didn't see the snowflakes stay suspended in the air. She did not see nor hear the last born prince of the Southern Isles draw his sword. The only thing she could see was her sister. Her smile contagious. Her freckles standing out like stars on a cloudless night. Her green eyes holding nothing but innocence.

She killed her. She killed her own baby sister.

She didn't hear the sound of the young man's footsteps walking closer, unaware the sword he held in his hand.

She let out one sob. The first one she had let out since she was eight-years-old, 48 hours after she was forced to never see her little sister until she controlled herself. She almost laughed.

She could never be controlled.

She knew it; she knew no one, including her own baby sister, could ever keep her on a human level of control. She could never be normal. She was a freak; a monster. Elsa looked through her frosty fingers to see her reflection. Her platinum blonde hair was whipped across her face as if she had taken sap and rubbed it into her hair and then went into a windstorm. Her icy blue eyes were like clouds; glazed over by tears. Her usually pasty face complexion was blotched with rosy patches. She looked nothing like a queen. Nothing like royalty.

She wasn't, as far as Elsa was concerned.

Monsters aren't royalty.

Royalty don't kill their baby sisters.

Elsa noticed a faint man-shaped shadow behind her own reflection on her element's surface. She noticed the sword, long and shining; waiting to sink into the queen's back.

Elsa did not try to run. She continued to look at her reflection, and almost cried out when her mind seemed to wash away her own face, and replace it with Anna's. Her face in its usual cheery state; full of hope, potential, love. Full of so much love.

Elsa closed her eyes, and smiled.

We will be reunited baby sister; you and I'll be safe and sound.

She waited for the strike.

She waited for the strike that would never scratch her body.

"No!" A weak, yet firm voice sounded from behind the broken queen. A voice so familiar. A voice Elsa had heard from the other side of her door so often, she almost could predict when the voice would come back. A voice that belonged to a certain strawberry-blonde princess whom roamed the halls with no friends, not even a soul, to play with. A voice that overpowered it's radiant pain, with just as much love.

A voice belonging to her baby sister.

Elsa was not prepared to feel a force push her sweaty locks away from her face, and also was not prepared to hear the sound of iron clattering and booming. The sound of iron hitting ice.

She almost didn't want to look up. She didn't want to know. She didn't want to know that her 13 years of hiding from her little sister to keep her safe ultimately failed. Yet, she looked up.

She should not have looked up.

There, in cased within solid ice, was her 18-year-old sister. The sound that came out of Elsa was by no means intelligible. It sounded like a cross between a starving wolf that spotted a hare, and a cat being scratched on the stomach. She sounded like an animal.

"Anna!" She finally found the word. She finally found air in her lungs to spill out the first thing that came to her mind.

"Anna please no Anna please God no I'm so sorry." Elsa found herself lifting her hands to caress the frozen face that was stopped in a terrified look. She hated that look, yet she could not unfreeze it. She could not unwind it. She could not restart. This was her fault.

"Anna please." She heard her broken voice crack and cackle under the emotional weigh, and she finally let her hands touch her sisters face for the first time in over 13 years. She finally came into contact with her sister's skin.

In all her misery, Elsa did not notice Kristoff and Sven join, at a safe distance away, the duo. They did not talk, they did not intrude. They simply stared in shock and grief at the frozen princess and her guilt-struck sister.

Elsa was slowly losing her sanity. Slowly losing herself. She was murmuring to herself, she was crying. She was singing. She was singing a song only Anna herself could every pull off. A song so greif-stricken, yet so beautiful. A song never to be sung by her little sister ever again.

"I'll love you forever,

I'll like you for always…"

Elsa did not notice her sister's chest and stomach area thawing. She did not notice the heat returning to her body. She only remembered that she killed her sister. She only noticed the guilt and grief piling in her stomach.

"As long as I'm living,

My sister you'll be"

Elsa finished the last line on a high note, the one Anna could hit so easily, yet Elsa had to focus on hitting it. She needed it to be perfect. She needed it to be perfect for her sister's dying soul.

Elsa looked down, not being able to face her sister any longer, only to have her chin being held back up. She almost screamed in terror. Who's hand was that?

Then she saw them.

The very much alive green eyes of her baby sister. The same eyes that never lost their hope. The same eyes that searched for her big sister every night and day for the last 13 years.

"Elsa?"

The queen was shocked, then she cried. She cried out in happiness. She cried out with guilt. She cried out with everything she had in her, and she hugged her sister so violently she almost crushed her.

"What-What happened?" Anna said, fully trusting her sister and giving in to the hug. Anna always trusted. She didn't have a mean bone in her body.

"Shhhh… It's ok…" Elsa didn't answer her sister. She just squeezed tighter.

She was convinced right then and there.

She would never let go.

All Rights Of Characters And Anything Movie Related Go To: Disney/Frozen.

Book/Song Belongs Solely To: Robert Munsch's 'Love You Forever'.

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