No, it isn't based on Frozen. It's based on a dream I had. Though it certainly contributed to the name.
During his unconsciousness, Icepaw could hear some cat calling him. I really must be dead if I'm hearing spirits. He thought despairingly, having giving up on all hope for survival long ago. For a second, he thought he recognized the voice, and focused all of his remaining energy on it. He turned in the direction of the voice and saw a she-kit, just younger than him, the same one that he had killed trying to help. "What are you doing here? To humiliate me?"
She smiled, shaking her head. "No. That's not why I'm here."
"Why then? Are you here to take me to Starclan? I'm dead aren't I?" He asked her, convinced of his death.
She looked away, and Icepaw wasn't sure if that was guilt he saw in her eyes. "No, well, yes. You died when you blacked-out. But, I didn't think it was your time to die, so I…Kind of…Brought you back, you know. Back to life."
Icepaw was shocked, his mouth hanging open. Why did she do that? More importantly, how? "How did you…?" He began.
"I don't really know myself. All that's important is that you're still alive. Look down there." She gestured beneath them with her nose.
He looked down and saw the earth he had stood on, now shattered. In between the massive gap in the ice where the hawk had crashed, he saw four shapes, none of which moved. "Can we go down there? I mean, get a closer look." He asked her.
She nodded, "Of course." And when she said that, the ground beneath them flew up to them until they were standing at the edge of the broken ice, looking down on four bodies. One was the eagle, dead. Another was that of the mouse, still alive but badly stunned. The other two were cats. It felt somewhat strange and surreal to stare at his body. He didn't recognize the other cat, though it was definitely a she-cat. She was alive and breathing, though unconscious. Icepaw, however, was undoubtedly dead.
"I thought you said you brought me back to life." He said, looking at her.
She looked back, with a 'are you mouse-brained?' look on her face. "What, you think your body can live without its spirit?"
Icepaw thought a moment, and then said, "You're right. Sorry."
She smiled, "Don't be. And by the way, my name's Moonkit."
"Oh, sorry I never asked." He apologized.
Moonkit turned around, saying, "Well, you could be pretty mouse-brained sometimes. Anyway, it's time for you to get back to your body. Just try not to die this time, all right?"
Icepaw nodded, smiling. "Yep, I got it! Thanks a lot Moonkit. I'm very, very sorry I couldn't save you in time."
Moonkit replied without turning to look at him. "It's alright. I don't hold grudges. It's time for you to go now. Bye." She said as Icepaw's vision gave way to darkness.
Oh, and please don't ask me how Moonkit revived him or escaped Starclan's domain right now, I'll figure it out later. I just hope she doesn't turn Mary-Sue on me, how 'bout you guys? I mean, a LIVING Mary-Sue is bad enough, but a dead one? Can't kill them off 'cause they're already dead. Just an opinion.