Holy shit, guys, it's finally here. The last chapter of Sucker Punch! Got a long author note this time, but I'm putting it here so you can truly just bask in the final chapter and not have me cut in at the end.

So, many people to thank here. First and foremost: all of you. Readers since the beginning, new readers now that it's finished, guests, users, lurkers, everyone. The fact that I knew someone was reading this and enjoying every chapter really gave me the incentive to write, and the fact that none of you begged and pleaded or got on my case when updates took a while means even more. I know I've mentioned before how a bunch of us authors get crap for when we aren't updating constantly, yet now I can proudly say even in my longest story to date, which took nearly two years to complete, I have never one been pestered by these annoying "fans." So, thank you all, for truly understanding the life of a writer and not giving me any grief.

Next, a special thanks to jungie14295 for three pieces of fan art for this story. Sucker Punch marks the first story of mine to have ever received fan art, and the fact that one artist spent enough time to make not one, not two, but three pieces of art for this fic is truly flattering. Seriously, you rock. (And also a big thanks to any and all of you that have made art for this fic. Don't think any of it goes un-appreciated!)

Last, a big thanks and shout out to NicPie and the-effin-mitchell. You guys have been around since the beginning and truly been considered a friend to me on this wild journey. You've let me bounce ideas off you, you've let me gripe about my lack of updates, and you've helped shape this story to what it is today. If I could, I'd hunt you guys down and give you a big ol' hug; so thank you.

Last thing before I release you all to read: many of you have been asking about a possible sequel. Let me just say this: it is not completely outside the realm of possibility. However! It will not come to fruition any time soon. Like I mentioned before, I would like to get this story published as an original work, and that will take time. Also, should it happen, I'd like to see how successful this fic will be before putting more thought into a sequel. I have an idea for one, but I have other fics here I want to work on first.

That being said, this will be my last story in the Frozen fandom for a while. Lately I've been getting into RWBY, and while I've written many oneshots there, I want to try my hand at some multi-chaptered fics. I shall still be reading Frozen fics as I still live and breathe Elsanna, but I will be taking a hiatus myself. So, if you want to stick with me and are a RWBY fan (particularly White Rose), I look forward to seeing you all there!

So, without further ado, please enjoy the final chapter of Sucker Punch! You all are awesome!

Chapter Thirty-Three: And That's The Match

I can't even begin to describe the way Olaf's face lights up when he first sees Elsa's new arm. The fact that he was so enamored with it strictly from only having seen it from a video I had on my phone amuses me to no end, even if I had found myself slightly baffled as well. If this kid doesn't end up doing something with robotics later down the line, I'll know the universe really got off balance somewhere.

"Can I watch it again?!" he asks for literally the seventh time.

Elsa and I just look at each other and giggle before indulging the child and playing it once more, his eyes becoming the size of dinner plates just as they had the last six times. Luckily the rest of the kids were busy entertaining themselves during playtime, and while several others had watched the first airing of "Elsa's New Arm Spectacular," all but Olaf had grown bored halfway through the second playback.

Not that I necessarily can blame them.

Don't get me wrong; I'm probably the second happiest person in the world about the success shown in the video—after all, it's essentially my mom recording Elsa being able to grasp my hand for only the second time before we all dissolve in another fresh wave of tears—but even I'm getting a bit tired.

"That's so cool!" Olaf squeals once more as the video finishes its run-through again. I quickly act to put my phone away before he can make seven times eight. "Why isn't it actually on you though?"

"Well, they wanted to make sure it actually worked before going through all the work to give it to me," Elsa explains. "Next time I go in, I get to finally wear it."

"Can you record that too?!"

Chuckling, I ruffle the kid's hair. "Slow down there, kiddo," I tell him. "You'll still be the first to see the real thing. Until then, let's keep the rest a surprise, okay?"

Olaf nods vigorously, his eyes lighting up again with a different kind of mirth. "I love surprises!" Looking back to Elsa, though, he asks another question: "So will the robot part always be showing? 'Cause I think that's awesome, and I'd show it off all the time!"

"Well, they do have a big glove I can cover it with," Elsa does her best to explain. "They can get one to match my skin color and everything. If you didn't know any better, no one would be able to tell I'm any different than them while wearing it."

"But different is cool!" Olaf exclaims. "My mom always says not to be afraid to be different!"

"Your mom is not wrong, Olaf," Elsa assures him with a smile, "though I've had enough of being different for a while."

Smiling sympathetically, I grab her hand under the table. Glancing to me, her smile warms before she squeezes back.

Damn being around kids so I can't kiss her in this moment.

"Will you come back by and show us it once you get it? Please?"

"Olaf," I admonish gently.

His smile falters as he looks at the table guiltily, but Elsa just leans across the table closer to him.

"Once I get it and assure it's working as it should be, I'll come back," she says.

Had we not already made the kid's year, I'm sure hearing that just did it.

XxXxX

It's nearly another month before the arm is actually ready to be put on Elsa, yet it comes in a flash. Everyone who had played a part in Elsa's trial thus far shows up for the big day, yet it doesn't seem to unnerve Elsa in the slightest; not that it should after that big display weeks ago. Nevertheless, it's still somewhat startling to be reminded how many people were involved in getting Elsa to where she is today. Tarzan and Jane stand by Dr Porter on one end of the computer desk in our usual lab, Dr Callaghan and Tadashi on the other. Hiro stands before Elsa, the final prosthetic held proudly in his grasp, finally ready to meet its other half.

Then, of course, there's me; at Elsa's side as always.

Right where I belong.

"Big moment, huh, Elsa?" Hiro asks, shifting the arm slightly in his grasp.

If Elsa's throat is anywhere near as choked up as mine, it's understandable why her eyes are shimmering and she can only manage a nod in answer. Smile widening, Hiro glances to me.

"Would you like Anna to do the honors?"

My heart rate increases dramatically at the question. Me? Me putting Elsa's arm on for the first time? Me giving her what she's worked and fought so hard for? Me giving her back what she so tragically lost?

Fuck yeah, I'll do it; but not without Elsa's consent.

Looking directly in my eyes, Elsa nods, a smile lighting up her face as a most powerful, "Yes," comes from between parted lips.

A shiver quickly travels down my spine before I focus back on this milestone now being handed to me. The arm is, as explained initially by Hiro and Tadashi, very light because of the materials it's made of. If I had any inclination as to how much a human arm weighed on its own, I'm sure this would come pretty damn close, if not right on the money—that's a pretty gruesome thought, huh? Anyway, the arm itself is black, while the hand and fingers are a shiny silver metal.

"Are you going to actually do the honors, Anna, or you going to just continue to ogle it?" Elsa questions, an amused grin on her face.

Blushing as our spectators all chuckle, I dip my head slightly. "Sorry," I mumble. "It's just… I can't get over the fact that this moment is finally here."

"Well, imagine how I feel," Elsa lightly quips next.

My blush darkens ever so slightly. "R-Right."

The new prosthetic if affixed to Elsa's arm in a similar fashion to her old one, the biggest difference being the new sensors that rest within the small cup her stump slides into. Now, all Elsa has to do is think and behave like she has always had her right arm, and her brain will send signals to the sensors, thus moving the arm. If you ask me, it's all pretty amazing.

"Ready?" I ask, having slid her stump into its spot and waiting to fasten her in.

"More than I've ever been for anything," she replies breathily, her eyes alight as she takes in her right arm in its entirety for the first time in forever.

Beaming, I do the three Velcro straps before carefully letting go and stepping away.

Tears immediately line my eyes as I take in Elsa, truly complete; whole once again.

"You look great, babe," I whisper.

She grins back at me before Hiro steps back forward, Tadashi one step behind.

"Well?" Hiro prompts with a smile of his own. "Give it a whirl!"

Releasing a breath, Elsa nods before looking at her arm. Furrowing her eyebrows slightly, she and the rest of us all train our eyes to her hand, waiting for the first movement. I watch with baited breath as her hand curls back into a fist—the tightest fist yet, I notice with a flip of my stomach—before her right thumb slowly rises up. I can't help the strangled sob that escapes as I soak in the classic thumb's up, both us never believing Elsa would ever be able to do again.

The room breaks into applause then, Tadashi and Hiro hugging each other at their latest success, Doctors Porter and Callaghan exchanging a proud look with each other, and Jane and Tarzan sharing a blissful kiss.

Elsa catches me off guard then as she stands and pulls me forward with her right hand and into a powerful hug. A fit of pleasurable shivers course through my entire being then as I feel her right hand grasp at my shirt, keeping me close.

This is it. This is the end of our beginning.

XxXxX

While Elsa had been able to wear the prosthetic for the first time that day, she isn't able to take it home with her for a few more weeks. The final step in the trial is to perfect her fine motor skills, picking objects up, holding a pencil, typing on a keyboard, and the like. We're back at Mt Sinai the day after for her first session of this new kind of therapy, and I'm truly able to relax knowing we have completed the biggest hurdle when Elsa breezes through all the exercises like a champ. Sure, she has a few missteps here and there—and who wouldn't after not using one of their hands entirely for nearly two years?—but she never lets it get to her.

My heart also cannot keep still when she only continues to write my name over and over during any writing exercise. Sure, the penmanship might match Olaf's, but we don't let it get us down, as Hiro and Tadashi assure us it'll only better itself the more she practices.

Typing on a computer was a bit awkward at first, as her timing had slowed considerably due to her movements being more robotic, but again, it would all become more fluid over time. Still, the Hamada brothers are sure to let Elsa know that she is performing at a level far above average, and after the scare weeks ago at her only registering movement at a two, that comes as a big relief for all of us.

The only thing Elsa has yet to be able to do at all is the most difficult of tasks for new prosthetic users: threading a needle. Of course, neither Elsa nor I are big on sewing, yet I know we can't really be done with this whole trial until she's able to do so. Still, Tadashi and Hiro pass her with flying colors and allow her to take the prosthetic home with her finally, with the assurance that she will come back once a week to perfect her fine motor skills even more. She readily agrees, and we leave Mt Sinai that day with our spirits at their peaks, my left hand held tightly in her right.

Of course, we're stopped by little Reilly before we get too far out the doors, yet it's a pleasant surprise as the young girl is on her feet for the first time in her life.

Elsa instantly pulls away from me and runs up to Reilly and her own physical therapist as they slowly make their way down the hall.

"Look at you!" she exclaims.

"Yeah!" Reilly chirps back. "I just started walking yesterday!"

"That's amazing, Reilly," Elsa affirms, beaming down at her.

"Congrats," I add with my own smile, knowing how close she and Elsa had become throughout this ordeal.

While she may not fully be supporting herself yet, the fact that she's able to walk at all, even with the assistance of crutches, is nothing short of a miracle. Reilly's therapist and I allow the two to brag about their new prosthetics for a bit as Elsa takes over helping Reilly down the hallway. The doctor and I look on at our patients with silent pride the entire time.

When we're on the subway home—that word now meaning whichever of our places we end up at—Elsa turns to me with another huge smile.

"Anna," she starts, "your birthday is coming up, right?"

"Yeah?" I reply, a bit confused at where the question came from. My birthday hadn't been mentioned since my parents had been up, and that was weeks ago.

"Will you let me plan the day? We have to celebrate the birthday of my hero, right?"

My cheeks warm as I glance away. "Elsa… Stop that…" I mumble abashedly.

"But it's true!" she exclaims. "You'll never be able to convince me otherwise."

Sighing dramatically, I lean in to kiss her. "You can plan the day," I tell her. "Just…don't go overboard, okay?" I wink. "You should know by now I'm easy to satisfy."

Seeming pleased with the permission, we share another quick kiss before I can see Elsa go deep in thought with how to celebrate and I can't help but be filled with tickling anxiety.

Four days later, on the first weekend in April, my birthday finally arrives. Elsa wakes me up in the morning with breakfast in bed, and I'm already grinning like an idiot at the plate of pancakes placed before me.

Perfect shaped pancakes; not an Africa-shaped one on the plate.

We spend a prolonged hour in bed that morning, feeding each other and painting the other's face in whipped cream before we finally arise to start the day.

However, before we start any celebrations, Elsa wants to make one detour.

"I know you're not scheduled to work today, but we did promise Olaf we'd show him my arm as soon as I got it, right?" she asks. "I know we're a couple days late, but his joy would make for a good birthday present, don't you think?"

Pecking her on the nose, I smile back. "That would be a great gift indeed."

So, we end up at the library not an hour later, all the kids flocking to me in glee at my surprise visit, Elsa trailing in silently behind me, her hands behind her back.

"Miss Anna!" the kids all cry. "What are you doing here? It's your day off!"

"Isn't it your birthday too?"

"Happy Birthday!"

"Miss Elsa's here too!"

Calming them all slightly, I seek out Olaf in the small crowd and grin.

"Olaf," I ask, "you ready for your surprise, bud?"

Once again, his eyes light up and I'm surprised he doesn't squeal out in glee before pushing aside any and all kids in his way.

"She has it?" he asks. "She finally has it?!"

"See for yourself."

Flourishing to Elsa, she takes center stage, kneeling down before him with a grin before slowly revealing her right arm. Olaf squeaks in glee as the other kids 'ooh' and 'ahh' behind him, moving to get a better look.

"Look!"

"That's awesome!"

"Congrats, Miss Elsa!"

"That's so cool!" Olaf cries. "Can I touch it?"

Elsa chuckles. "I can do you one better, kiddo. How about a high five?"

He nods so enthusiastically he could pass for a bobble-head as he sticks his hand out eagerly. All eyes are trained on Elsa as she brings her right hand forward to touch Olaf's, just enough speed behind it to make that delightful smack.

Needless to say, Elsa has to give everyone a high five then, and we don't get out of there until much later. Still, it was a great sight to see, and truly a great gift.

"So, where are we headed to now?" I ask casually as we stroll down the street hand-in-hand again. I have a feeling we'll be holding hands a lot more excessively here in the near future and my stomach twists pleasantly at the thought.

"Well, you told me to keep it simple, so how about a movie?" she offers. "Then we can go home, get dressed up real nice, and you'll let me treat you to dinner?"

I laugh a bit and roll my eyes, yet truly flattered she's more excited about this day than I am and has put so much thought into it. "You know I'm only turning nineteen, right? Not twenty-one."

"So?" she shrugs with a smile. "My whole world is turning nineteen, and that's something to celebrate."

Nudging her playfully, I mumble, "Stop it you," my blush betraying me.

Of course, we end up not really watching the movie; more like making out in the top row, Elsa not able to keep her hands—gods, I love being able to say that using plurals now—off me as I just laugh and smile so hard my cheeks hurt. Luckily we were in a fairly empty theater.

I'm on cloud nine when we return home, yet I know the night is far from over.

"You gonna tell me where we're going, or is it another surprise?" I ask as I put on the last of my makeup in the bathroom mirror as Elsa changes out in my bedroom.

"A surprise, of course!" I hear her exclaim from the other room. "Seriously, Anna, have you never celebrated your birthday before?"

"Plenty of times, thank you very much," I reply with a grin. "It's just usually the birthday girl gets to choose where to go for dinner."

Elsa comes up behind me and hugs me from behind, nuzzling her face into my neck. My cheeks begin to hurt again from my smile as I take us both in from the mirror.

"Are you seriously complaining?" she mumbles.

"Are you seriously not going to tell me?" I parrot.

"No!" she shouts with a laugh and smack to my shoulder. "Now come on, we have reservations for seven."

When we wind up back outside of BASSO56, I can't contain another grin—who knew it was possible to smile this much in one day?

"Fitting right?" Elsa questions with a sly grin of her own.

Seeing as this is the restaurant we had out first real date in, it honestly couldn't be more fitting.

"You really are something, Elsa."

Kissing my cheek, she whispers, "I try," before taking my hand again as we walk in.

All of this birthday celebration today, I totally forgot to mention Elsa isn't even wearing the sleeve over her arm, letting the robotic limb show with pride. Back when she had first agreed to the trial, the sleeve had been a must as she "refused to walk around looking like the Terminator," if I recall correctly.

We truly have come a long way.

I'm a bit surprised when we aren't led to the same table as before, yet I know I can't hold it against her; she's done so much for me today already, am I really going to mention she didn't go the whole nine yards by reserving the same table? That'd be a pretty ass move on my part.

"I know this day is supposed to be all about me," I bring up after our drinks and appetizer have been ordered, "but I'm so proud of you, Elsa, for coming out in public like this without a second thought."

She cocks her head at me, that adorable confused expression on her face. "What do you mean?"

She doesn't even realize? She really has changed. My stomach clenches.

"You didn't have any qualms about your arm showing," I nod to said appendage. "You've become so carefree about all this. It's amazing."

I finally get a blush out of her today with that as she looks down at her right arm, clenching her hand into a fist before letting it relax.

"You're right," she replies. "I hadn't even thought about it, really."

"Remember when you tried so hard to hide who you were?" I reach for both of her hands from across the table. "Can you believe you've come this far?"

"You're right," she breathes. "It's amazing. But…" she looks to me and smiles. "You've changed too, Anna."

I scoff, yet smile. "Please. How? Going from pushy to extremely pushy?"

She smiles back. "You've grown. And in more ways than just age."

Now it's my turn to look confused.

"When I first met you, you were this wild spitfire. And while you always had the purest intentions at heart, you made them known in a brash way. You wanted to help me, but maybe you hadn't quite absorbed how truly difficult that was for me. Yet, you took a step back, and came back at it with renewed vigor, but you had changed your ways. Perhaps you did so unknowingly, but I was able to pick up on it.

"After our…fight was when I first noticed. You gave me that push still, but you did it with a changed heart. No longer was it so insistent, but rather it was done so with the upmost care. You truly saw things from my perspective, I feel, and you continued to give that push accordingly." Smiling at me briefly once more, she asks, "Be honest with me, when you first moved here, what were your intentions?"

"Well…" I pause to think. "To make a name for myself by boxing and fighting my way to the top."

Her smile flickers wider. "Exactly. You were brawler, and you treated every situation as a fight. Now what are your intentions?"

My heart beats faster as I reply confidently, "To be with you. To be there for you no matter what and for however long."

"And that's the greatest kind of change," she explains. "While boxing's always been in your blood, Anna, it's matured. You came here a brawler, jumping headfirst into everything no matter how rash it made you. Now, you're a fighter. You take time to analyze your situation before you react. While you still don't back down, you do so with heart."

Damn, I think. I never really thought I had been changing alongside Elsa. I had been so focused on her, my evolution kind of just took a backseat, I suppose. Yet, now that I sit here listening to Elsa's words, truly letting all of this sink it, I realize she's right. I was just a kid when I first got to New York. Aside from boxing, I didn't really know who I was. Now, I know I've found who I am, all thanks to being by Elsa's side.

"Wow," I mumble, trying to reorganize my thoughts. "You didn't tell me you had a doctorate in philosophy, Els."

Elsa tries to keep a straight face before she's bursting out in laughter, with me quickly following suit.

Sure, I may have grown, but that doesn't mean my roots don't still reside within me.

XxXxX

Later that night, Elsa and I retire back to her place. After an amazing dinner, we had come back, changed in to comfortable clothes, and curled up on her couch to watch Netflix, a glass of champagne in her hand, and a beer in mine.

"So," Elsa breathes as she plants a trail of kisses down my neck, "you haven't mentioned the fact that I didn't give you anything for your birthday."

I look to her with a raised brow. "Was everything else today not it?"

A shiver runs through me as she licks the shell of my ear. "Maybe. Maybe not."

She tends to my ear and neck some more, leaving me incapable of speech before she speaks again.

"Ask where you present is."

"O-Okay…" I gulp. "W-Where's my present, Elsa?"

Her eyes glimmer in a predatory way as she takes me by the hand. "I'm glad you asked. It's in here."

Pulling me off the couch, she leads me down the hallway and my heart rate picks up drastically with each step that brings us closer to her bedroom. Upon entering, Elsa leaves the room dark, the only lighting being the natural rays of moonlight that filter through her blinds.

Pushing me so I fall gently on her bed, she sensually crawls on top of me.

"This is your present, Anna," she tells me with hooded eyes, lust and love filling her voice

"T-The b-bed?" I try to joke, though my entire body lurches pleasantly as Elsa presses her entire form against mine gently.

She chuckles as she leans down to kiss me, her tongue prodding between my lips momentarily as her right hand trails past my stomach, slipping under the pair of leggings I had changed into.

"No," she whispers huskily, hand now trailing the band of my panties, "me finally being able to love you the right way."

A full body shiver runs back through me then, yet I can't keep the laugh from bubbling out of my throat, nor the classic roll of my eyes.

This girl would never learn.