"Elsa!"
The blade fell through the air, before colliding with an ice structure that had manifested itself between the pair. The dagger bounced out of his hands, spinning to the ground and across the ice, far out of reach. Hans stepped back, out of shock, and lost his footing, crashing down onto the fjord.
He sat in stunned silence at the sight before him; Anna had somehow managed to escape the room she had been locked in and fought her way across the ice to stop Hans' attack on her sister. Now, though, the ice had taken over, freezing her solid into a perfect statue, a single arm still raised against Hans.
Hans slammed a fist into the ice, sublimating a small crater into steam. Forcing himself to his feet, his hands and forearms began to burn, small flickers of fire flashing across them, beyond his control.
Olaf had watched as the scene unfolded. Anna had warned him of Hans' powers, but he wasted no time in running towards the villainous man and leaping into his arms. The impact spun Hans around, and Olaf rolled along the ice. His head had come off in the collision and stopped a few metres away from his body. A burst of fire had escaped Hans' arms, carving a curve of ice out of the surrounding area behind him.
Elsa had been staring at the statue since she heard her name and she completely ignored the scene beyond as she scrambled towards her sister and embraced her.
"Anna!" she wailed, tears cascading down her face. Those that made it onto Anna's frozen form traced lines of shimmering blue light down her.
Hans turned back, enraged.
"Over here! No, to your left!" Olaf was trying to command his body towards his head, but to little avail. "You just can't get the staff these days."
Hans glanced angrily in his direction and sent a stream of fire at the body, melting the upper half of it.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa! What did I ever do to you? I don't go around melting your stuff!"
Hans ignored the snowman's babbling and returned his focus to the sisters. Elsa had realised his betrayal and she scowled at him with pure malice in her eyes. The two raised their arms, Elsa with one still wrapped around her sister between them. Ice and fire collided, fighting to control the ground separating the two parties.
Light began to spread across Anna's body, and the sight of it made Elsa smile. She had no idea what it meant, nor if she would ever see her sister again, but she knew that somehow, Anna was helping.
Ice flowed more freely from Elsa's hand and with increased vigour. A wall of ice was built up, stopping Hans' fire from reaching any further, and it was restoring itself faster than he could tear it down. Elsa stopped building it and instead clenched her fist, willing cracks to form in the wall.
When she next flung her arm forward, the barrier shattered, expelling shards of ice in Hans' direction. She didn't care what she hit: his head, his heart, or any other part of him. Hans had seen it coming just in time, though, and slammed his arms together, fire flaring outwards from him.
Only tiny specks of ice landed on him, but the heat he was generating melted the ice beneath him. He slipped in the puddle that was forming, his still-blazing hands burning through the ice and into the waters below. His anger had overpowered his normally calm façade and fire continued to pour out of him, and he ended up in the water, flailing wildly.
Elsa's thought suddenly caught up to her and, realising what she had been about to do, sent ice towards him. She was now trying, despite his actions, to save his life. The flames surrounding him, however, burned through whatever stable ground he could latch onto.
Anna's statue suddenly went limp, the young girl flopping into her sister's arms. The loss of a stable purchase distracted Elsa and the pair collapsed, Elsa's stream of ice abruptly cutting off. Without her help, Hans began to sink; his panic had overwhelmed him, and slowly, he drifted to the bottom of the docks.
Elsa sat up, and embraced her sister, cradling her head in her arms and crying into her face. The lower half of Olaf's body was dragging most of his head towards them. He had largely survived the residual fire that had come his way, but still couldn't quite fit his head comfortably back on his body.
"I thing sheesh gong to be o-gay!" he proclaimed happily, half a smile spreading across the remainder of his mouth.
Elsa rolled her face across Anna's to look at him and laughed through her tears. "I think so. I can hear her breathing."
She lifted an arm to nudge Olaf's nose back into its normal position, then expelled more snow from her hand to return the rest of him back to the way he had always been.
Anna's eyes began to flicker open and as soon as she could see again, her arms wrapped around Elsa, causing both sisters to laugh.
"Arma!" Olaf shouted gleefully, though the noise came out slightly muffled. He looked down at himself and saw a branch sticking out of his mouth. "Oh, dash not goot." He plucked it out with his other arm and jabbed it back into his shoulder. "Anna!" he repeated, spreading his arms wide.
The two girls giggled at his antics before Anna's curiosity took over. "What happened?" she asked, hitting her head as if to force a memory out of it.
Elsa looked sorrowfully at the large hole in the ice, small waves lapping at the edges.
"I don't think he can swim." Olaf chattered, peering over it into the depths.
"I… couldn't do anything t save him." Elsa looked back to her sister. "I'm sorry… for what he was."
Anna looked unimpressed at the pit. "It's fine, really. I'm pretty sure I found a better offer, thanks to Olaf, here." She reached out and ruffled the small twigs on the top of his head.
"Me? What did I... oh, right! I thought we only needed our reindeer king for that one thing. My bad."
Elsa moved her head back to look at Anna properly. "You've… known this one for more than an hour, right?"
Anna sighed and let her head drop in mock exasperation. "Yes! It's Kristoff! You saw him at your ice… palace-thing." She frowned. "Do you still have that thing? I didn't imagine it, did I?"
Elsa sighed, resting her head on her hand temporarily. "It doesn't matter. Can we just focus on getting rid of this winter for now?"
Anna pursed her lips in ignorance. "Yeah, how do we do that?"
Elsa laughed and hugged her sister, letting the relief and adoration she felt flow out of her. Anna returned the hug, but still seemed confused and Olaf simply shrugged.
"Maybe she got hit on the head by something." he whispered to Anna, but Elsa giggled when she heard it.
The ice around them began to dissolve back into the water, and a gentle spring breeze wafted across the docks. Snow and ice disappeared, spiralling outwards from the sisters. Soon after it had begun, the three people were plunged into the sea, but Elsa summoned a small ice sheet to bring them back to the surface.
"Oh, that's cold…" Anna whimpered.
Splashing could be heard further out from the castle and the trio turned to see Kristoff and Sven barely managing to stay afloat. Elsa summoned another platform for them and sent a stretch of ice to connect the pair of islets. Anna temporarily forgot how cold she was and waved excitedly at the sodden pair, Kristoff returning the action and Sven hopping in circles animatedly.
For the first time in what felt like forever, Elsa merely watched her sister. She saw how happy she was at everything and contentedly wrapped an arm around Olaf, who squished up against her, already beginning to melt.
"You're going to need your own cloud, aren't you?"
Once Hans' ambitions were revealed, alongside Anna's survival, Elsa returned take the throne back as her own, abolishing all trade with Weselton for the near future, and opening the gates for all. The Southern Isles were informed of their prince's designs for Arendelle and his unfortunate demise. The king was understandably distressed, but despite his mourning, still managed to send an apology.
Several months later, Anna and Kristoff were wed, Sven taking the place of Best Man, and Olaf, complete with his own small snow-cloud, as ring-bearer.
Elsa's powers never surfaced as uncontrollably again, and she used them primarily for winter decoration and festivals. If ever she felt about to lose control again, she needed only look to her loving sister for support.
FIN
And there we have it! My first shorter piece that I'm actually happy with! Please let me know what you thought; I'd love to get your opinions on this. Myseybee, I hope you were satisfied by my interpretation of the inspiration you showed me. Thank you for reading. Hopefully, I'll find a nice neat way to get my "sad" ending on here without breaking any rules soon.
ADDENDUM: If you wish also to read the unhappy ending, PM me for the link to the Google Document
Have a nice day,
TRN