A/N: This is it guys! THE LAST CHAPTER! I am also posting a note after this as a soft of fun bit on this entire fic, such as a break down of why I did certain things and Easter eggs that can be found in this mess of a fic.

WARNING: This contains feels, sadness, more feels, possible raging, vulgar language, gore, and maybe your salty tears of sorrow.

With love,
Korrupted.

Shout outs-

To all those who left reviews for the previous chapter: MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHA! HUWAHAHWAHWHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHA! *continues to cackle evilly for a weird amount of time, taking your tears of anguish for my own need to quench my evil heart's thirst for suffering*

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN FROZEN! Disney does. This is loosely based off of the artwork from atomicredboots on deviant art. LOOK IT UP.

Elsa clutched the unmoving body to herself as she wailed, the blizzard ceasing from her broken heart. "Anna! Anna, please!" She begged, Marshmallow crushing all who tried to take advantage of her current state. "I'm sorry, Anna!"

Apologizing wouldn't bring her lover back, but it was all she could think of. After a moment, her mind started working on overdrive, latching onto her powers in hopes that she could use them to save her beloved knight. She could create life, couldn't she? Wouldn't it stand to reason that she could bring one back from the dead too? "You'll be okay, you'll be okay!" The blonde queen babbled desperately, raising her right hand as it glowed blue with power. This had to work.

Just as she began to lower it to the hole in her sister's chest, someone raced towards her. "NO!" A male bellowed, gripping her wrist to halt her. "Please, Elsa, you mustn't!"

She struggled against Kristoff's hold, trying to break free. "Let me go! I can save her!" She demanded, her ice blue gaze crazed with grief.

"If you do this, she will not be truly alive! You would turn her into something not quite human. Elsa, please. Don't."

The power faded from her hand, the woman sobbing loudly as the chief kept his hold on her wrist. "Elsa, please. Let her go."

The ice wielder shook her head in sorrow. She couldn't let her go, she just couldn't do it. This was all her fault. "Please, let her go. I won't let anything happen to her." He coaxed, gently trying to pull the dead warrior from the woman's arms. "You have to keep fighting."

The words echoed in Elsa's mind like a sharp jab. Keep fighting? What was the point of it now that Anna was gone? She had failed, and nothing else mattered. The queen finally let Anna's form go, the muffled sounds of war all around her as she watched the blonde male gently lay out the dead princess, his brown gaze tender and full of sadness.

"Ice Queen Elsa... Please, don't let Hans win."

Bile churned in her stomach at that sentence, her jaw clenching at the name. Hans... He had killed Anna, her beloved knight's blood was on his hands. Slowly, numbly, the queen rose to her feet, her expression a deadly mix of heartache and murderous rage. She would kill that bastard or die trying. Cold wind whipped up around her trembling form, ice spiking up on her clothes. "He... He will pay for this..." She snarled walking into the fray.

Kristoff watched her go, her power lashing out at all foolish enough to get close to her as she hunted down her sister's killer. The man looked down at the body of Anna, his expression mournful as he took in her features. She looked so small in death, so quiet and calm. So very unlike the woman he knew her to be. He could hear Marshmallow and Olaf destroying the remaining fighters around him, the sounds of battle slowly dwindling at long last, but he didn't have the heart to look up and find out who would be the victor. A faint blue glow flickering from under her shattered chestplate drew the attention of his brown eyes, gently moving aside a braid to spot the crystal he had given her around her neck, the light fading fast.

He knelt beside her on the bloody snow, one hand over each of her wounds as his forehead gently touched hers, closing his eyes. "Na na na heyana, hahiyaha naha." The troll chief chanted, his deep voice soothing. "Naheya heya na yanuwa, Anhahe yunuwana."

He repeated the chant over and over again, tears slowly falling down his grey cheeks. He was mourning her, Oaken, and Sven as well as countless others who had fallen. Mourning, and praying to any deity who may be listening for this to work.

Elsa had no idea if it was grief or rage that caused her to tremble so, but it didn't matter anymore. Anna, her princess knight, was dead and gone, and so too were her reasons for living. Everything she had done was to protect the young woman, all of her cautions and careful concealment had proved to be all for naught in the end. As she cast ice lances into a man's body, her blue orbs searching for Hans, her broken heart didn't even care if she fell in this battle anymore. What point was there in life without her stubborn sister? Tears ran down her cheeks silently, freezing on her flesh from the cold of her body. She didn't care if she won the war, just that Hans didn't make it out alive. In the distance, she saw the auburn haired man fighting his way to an escape, a coward among his men. The blonde queen recalled her halberd to her grasp, bearing down on him with a screech of heartache. "RAAAAAHHHHH!" He stumbled slightly, bringing up his sword to block her strike. "MURDERER!"

Hans' expression turned dark, kicking her back as he scoffed her. "Murderer? This is a war, Elsa! We kill or fall ourselves!" He parried her thrust, hazel eyes cold with hate. "Her blood is on your hands as much as mine!"

"LIAR!" She gracelessly arced her weapon, the prince knocking it aside to cut her arm with the tip of his sword.

"I may be many things, but I am not a liar!" He snapped back, his blade snaking in to nick her side. "You began this war! You are a monster! A demon!"

The queen stabbed at him once more, but a heavy boot stomped downwards to shatter the ice shaft, forcing her to turn it into a shorter spear. "I am NOT a monster! Virdi brought his own death for attacking me!" The ice spearhead grazed his chest as he minced away.

"You murdered him with your witchcraft! Killed him!"

"HE ATTACKED MY ANNA!" She roared back, blocking a slash from the man with the shaft, the ice cracking. "He HURT her!"

"YOU MURDERED MY BROTHER!" Another attack broke the spear in two, Elsa discarding half to form a sword. "You put all this into motion!"

"No!" She shot back, blocking his stab only to be kicked in the chest.

"You ABANDONED her, which lead her to ME!"

"NO!"

Another block, a backhand sending her reeling. "YOU DID THIS TO HER!"

"NO!"

The queen was sobbing openly, her motions sloppy as he disarmed the woman, kicking her to the crimson slush on the battlefield. "Anna's dead, BECAUSE OF YOU!"

At his words, Elsa felt her already broken heart shatter more, sobbing into the snow. She had to get up, she had to face him and kill him, but no matter how much her brain told her body to stand, she just couldn't. Every time she tried, she found herself weeping harder, her fists clutching the gory slurry around her. What was the point? She had tried to protect Anna by leaving her for years with no explanation, then armed her to kill Virdi, closed off her kingdom to outsiders, and even acted aloof to anyone who called upon her all in an effort to keep her safe. Safe from outsiders, from pain. Safe from herself.

Hans raised his sword, a grim look of triumph on his face as he gazed upon the Ice Queen. Years had built up to this moment, to his vengeance, and now the bitch would be dead from his blade. Just like her whore sister. The prince of the Southern Isles took in a sharp inhale through his nose before grasping the hilt in both hands, using all of his force to bring it down. Until a punch to his face forced him to stagger backwards, the sword hitting the stained snow next to a corpse. As he shook his head to clear his vision of stars, the figure planted itself between him and his target.

"Long live the Queen." A decidedly female voice stated coldly before a frigid blade sank into his gut, knocking the breath from him until it was yanked upwards, cutting him in two. "Bitch."

The corpse hit the snow, strawberry blonde braids stained with even more crimson as she gripped her ice sword tightly, slowly turning to lock eyes with a disbelieving Elsa. The queen was staring up at Anna, unable to believe what she was seeing. The warrior woman stood stock still, almost afraid as their blue orbs remained fastened on each other. "Anna...?" The trembling queen breathed, half certain she was either dead or hallucinating.

Shakily, the platinum blonde rose to her feet, taking unsure steps until she was only a scant foot away from the woman standing in broken and blood-stained armor. Her hands reached out to touch her sister as the noise of battle dimmed down even more, but halted herself when she was a few inches away from touching her. Elsa was sure that the moment her fingertips touched that scarred, freckled skin, her sister would fade away into nothingness. This had to be the Gods playing a cruel trick on her, tormenting her broken mind and heart with visions of her dead lover.

Steeling her courage, Elsa finally closed those last precious inches of space between Anna's cheeks and her hands, feeling warm flesh at the contact. Her smaller lover smiled at her through her own tears, nuzzling into the touch before dropping her sword to the ground and kissing her queen passionately. The sounds of victory cheers slowly grew as the terrible battle ceased, but none of that mattered to the duo; they only cared about the fact that they could hold each other again, Elsa wrapping her arms firmly about the princess knight's waist and lifting her up.

After several minutes, the elder woman finally placed the warrior in the snowy field, kissing every inch of her blood flecked face. "Oh, Anna... Oh Gods, I th-thought I lost you!" She half sobbed, holding the woman firmly.

"You... You did, Elsa." She stated sadly, clinging tighter to the blonde. "I died."

The words choked the weeping woman, pulling back to look at Anna again. She looked completely normal, felt alive, sounded just like herself. Had she lost her mind after all? "Then... Is this...?"

Anna silenced her with another kiss. "Yes. I'm real. I'm back. I'm back." When she pulled away once more, her sky blue hues were sad. "But... Kristoff... This cost him greatly."

Silently, she pulled her sister along, not looking at the men around them that cheered in victory. They had defeated the invaders, Arendelle was safe. Finally, Anna motioned towards a great stone that stood amid bodies, moss and toadstools sprouting on the rocky surface. "What happened?" She heard the ice wielder question softly, closing her own eyes sadly.

-Anna was standing at the steps to Valhalla, the Valkyrie who had lead her motioning for her to follow as the structure towered above them. A cool breeze blew from behind her, the young princess turning to see a male walking towards her. "Hello, Anna." Kristoff told her, his smile gentle in his grey toned face.

She looked at him in shock, blinking. "Kristoff...? Did you die too?"

"No. I came of my own choosing." His gaze was firm. "Elsa needs you still. She's lost without you, and I fear that she will fall."

Her heart seized in her chest, which was quite absurd as she was already dead. "Elsa? But, I can't! I died, and it's impossible!" She was terrified for her lover, but what could she do? She was just a ghost.

"Walk back into the light, Anna."

He made it sound so simple. "Did a mushroom start growing inside your ear, Kristoff? I'm. DEAD."

"You were. That crystal you wore? It soaked in part of your powerful love for your sister." His powerful voice stunned her into silence. "You don't have much time if you are to return."

A second chance? She could go back? "Show me the way back, then." She stated bluntly, her expression stern. There wasn't a moment to lose, now.

His smile turned sad, his head shaking. "I'm afraid I can't return with you. The Orlog must remain intact." His hand gently clasped her left shoulder. "A life, for a life. There must be an equal exchange to keep all as it should be."

The truth slowly sank in; one of them would remain dead, the other would return to life. "But... The trolls-"

"Have Gispai to lead them. In time, he will be wiser and stronger than I. Elsa and Arendelle need you."

Tears pricked her blue eyes. This wasn't fair. "But, why? Why would you do this for me?"

He pushed her slowly to stand closer to the light, placing himself at the staircase instead. His skin slowly paled into human flesh, his blond hair smoothing from twig-like to soft strands, his features softer. "Because," his voice was tender, no longer powerful, wise, or slightly echoing. "That is what friends do."

He kissed her forehead and then smiled at her before facing the halls of Valhalla, walking a few steps before turning towards her once more. "Live. Live, and win." He told her, the man under the troll speaking with a gentle strength that she never had known he possessed.

Clenching her jaw, the princess nodded and turned away, racing into the blinding light as she had been instructed. Tears stung more as she felt herself being pulled towards something, the winter chill biting as she returned to life.-

"He collapsed shortly after I woke up." Anna finally finished, her voice thick with sadness. "My wounds were healed, but he turned to stone as I went to find you."

The ruler of Arendelle couldn't help but cry at her friend's sacrifice, her heart heavy. He had given up his own life to save not only Anna's, but her own as well, and it was a debt that she could never repay. Footsteps behind them caused the duo to turn, looking at Ames, Jane, Tarzan, Rapunzel, and Eugene, the French man looking utterly bewildered. "Alejandro... I cannot find him."

Anna knew that the two dignitaries had been close friends for many years, and to think one of them had fallen on the field was preposterous. Jane wiped blood from the bearded man's mouth using her cloak, Rapunzel's purple cloak positively stained with the substance. Her husband nursed a gash on his left arm, taking care to smile at the green eyed woman before facing the Arendelle duo. "Well, looks like we've won this round. I suppose we should treat the wounded and bury the dead?"

"Non, we have won the war. I suppose that the rest still applies, oui?" Ames interjected a bit bitterly.

Elsa nodded solemnly, turning back to look at Anna as she took hold of her hand and laced their fingers together. Ames was right, the war was won, but at what cost? Two friends lay dead, and the Spaniard was missing; at minimum, they had to find Alejandro. They had to know if he too had fallen or if he was merely injured.

And so, they fanned out, looking around the bodies to search for the stocky man, dealing merciful death blows to those dying in slow agony. Ames gasped when he reached near the middle of the field, seeing the powerful form of his friend laying amid the bodies of traitor Frenchmen. "Ale...jan...dro..." He choked out, falling to his knees beside the dead man. His own forces had taken away his dear, dear companion, removed any chances of the young Francisco ever meeting his father.

He cried softly as he hugged the corpse, touching their foreheads together. So much they had been through, but now it would only be him to face the world alone. No more deep, rich laughter echoing through the halls of Château de La Bête on holiday visits. No more gifts of herbed wines on Jacques' birthday. No more stern talks when he felt insecure from how others saw him.

No more them, just him.

Anna didn't know she had any more tears to cry after everything else, but the sight of the small dignitary dead managed to prove that she did. Her grasp on Elsa's hand tightened, hearing her queen struggle to quiet her own sadness at their final loss. Alejandro had stood by them time and time again, respected them as female rulers, and come to fight beside them. His son would never know the brave man his father had been, nor the kindness he could exude in times of peace. How would Maria take the news of her husband dead? Of being a widow? Who would help care for her and the baby? These and so many more questions whirled around her mind, but she had no answers.

However, the biting cold was seeping through her broken armor and chilling her to the bone, and she was still so very tired. The strawberry blonde blinked slowly, stifling a battle-weary yawn while her sister took note of how worn out the knight was. Turning to one of her men, the princess stated, "Help move Alejandro first. Treat his body with care. Bury all of our dead, and..." She frowned before finishing, "And the Duke too. He was a worthy opponent. He deserves a headstone. The other bodies of our enemies can rot in the ocean. Give the fish some supper."

Elsa bid the others a farewell, leaving Rapunzel to tend to her husband as the Norwegian duo made their way back to the castle, slogging through the reddish slurry of death. It had been a violent battle, a war that had spanned years, finally over. Two exhausted sets of blue eyes looked over the fallen they passed, each Arendelle soldier who lay dead was one too many in their minds. How many lives had been claimed by this war? How many orphans, widows, and grieving families had been created? Even Ice Queen Elsa was sick of death, her grip on Anna's hand tightening; she had lost the young warrior princess once, and she would not let it happen again.

They walked through corridors hand in hand silently, the elder sister opening the door to her chambers for them both to enter. Wordlessly, they slowly removed the destroyed blue armor, the rime ice broken almost completely off, and without a care for how much blood was on them, slipped into bed. The blonde intertwined her limbs with her dear knight's, her left hand resting on the red scar that lay on Anna's chest an inch below her sternum, her lips hovering barely two inches from crimson dyed hair, the thick lock of white-blonde hair a dark red. They were together now and forever, and they fell into a deep sleep.

Elsa groaned herself awake, the sharply freezing wind whipping her long hair against her face painfully. She was disoriented, the foggy sounds of fighting dimming around her as her blue eyes opened slowly to take in crimson snow below her. War, that's right. She was at war. But what had happened? When had she passed out? A painful throbbing at her temple told her that Hans must have struck her hard there, and with a gasp she looked around, an ice dagger in her hand as she staggered to her feet. Her entire skull was pounding violently enough to make her want to be ill, trying to find her opponent as the slow cheers of victory started to rise through out the field. Where was that bastard? And where was Anna? They had been in bed together, hadn't they? Or had that been just a dream? Her blue eyes settled upon a form standing motionlessly before the crumpled body of Hans, platinum blond hair blowing with the terrible gusts of wind.

The figure in frost edged blue armor turned to face her, the ice sword clear in her hand as the dagger slipped from the queen's numb one. "Anna...?" She breathed in horrified wonder.

The warrior's skin was pale, deathly pale and covered in hoar frost, blue eyes the color of dull ice, her platinum blonde hair styled in two disheveled braids. The blood stained armor was shattered, broken, and half covered in ice, her expression blank as she looked at her beloved queen. What had happened?

The memory of her pressing her hand to the wound surfaced, pouring her magic into Anna desperately. She could make new life, so she reasoned that she could bring one back to life. However, the ice that cocooned around the princess had collapsed, and the prince had come back to kill her. He had struck her, and she had fallen to the snow, vulnerable, tears of despair frozen on her cheeks.

Stumbling closer, Elsa felt horrified at the truth of what she had done. In pouring magic into her dear sister, she had taken away her humanity, cold fingers touching equally frigid cheeks. "Oh Anna..." She half sobbed, throwing her arms around her shoulders. "I'm so sorry..."

The warrior didn't move, didn't speak, didn't even breath as the queen held her, sobbing. She had lost everything she had cherished, just as Kristoff had warned. And it was all her fault. Anna was dead and now a frost knight, all because of her.

She could hear herself screaming, a vague voice demanding her to calm down when her eyes snapped open. Anna was practically sitting on top of her, the scar Hans had given her glinting in the moonlight, her red hair and white streak mussed from sleep. Elsa knew her body was shaking, but there was nothing she could do about that.

"Elsa, it's okay." Her strong lover soothed while holding her wrists to the sheets. "It was just another nightmare. I'm here. I'm safe. The war is over."

Yes, the war was over. It had ended only a week ago, but the damn final battle still haunted her, taunting the queen with visions of the 'what ifs'. This one was most common, but they were starting to slowly improve.

Soft lips kissing her distracted the morbid thoughts, Elsa grateful as never before that it had been just another dream. Even though the war had given all of them lasting mental and physical scars, they were safe, they were alive. And most importantly, they would be alive and together for years to come.

Or so they hoped.