Anna tried her best to run through the halls of the castle, feeling herself stiffen with each step she took. The lights were all out- the circuits had been blown when Elsa had cast her spell, leaving everyone to use candles as much as they could. Turning a corner, she peered through the glass of multiple doors. Olaf scurried after her, leaving soft snow mounds in his wake.

"What room is he in?" Olaf asked, panting like a dog.

"That's what I'm trying to find out!" Anna hissed at the snowman, adding, "sorry for snapping, it's just-"

"Don't worry about it," Olaf said happily, "we'll find Hans- by the way, who is Hans?" They were nearing the end of the hallway.

"He's my true love," Anna said with gusto, her voice turning on a girlish charm as she said so. Olaf nodded as if he understood, although Anna could tell he didn't But it didn't matter. What mattered was getting hans to kiss her. And stopping the eternal winter that plagued her- no, Elsa's- kingdom.

"Hans, please be here…" she said hopefully as they were finally at the end of the hall. Two doors- one on either side of her- were her only two options. Leaning down, she coughed, legs acing as she kneeled on the floor.

"I don't think you should be doing that, Anna," Olaf warned as he tried pushing her up, but of course, his stick arms were no match. The white in her hair had spread, the beautiful red color completely gone.

"But Hans…" Anna began, letting out a loud sneeze. Olaf flinched as he felt mucus stick to his snowy body.

"Hans will find you, don't worry!" Olaf said, looking side to side. He had to be in one of the rooms. They were the only options left. Let's see now…. Olaf thought, squinting at the white wood of the doors, looking determined to count every grain of wood used to make it.

"Olaf….?" Anna choked out, watching as the snowman waddled over to the door on the left, waving his little stick arms as he struggled to reach the knob.

"I….I got it!" Olaf assured her as he jumped, his stick fingers curling around the smooth brass. He turned the knob, but there was a click. He jiggled it, then let go with a sigh.

"Olaf?" Anna asked as the snowman shook its head, ambling over to the one on the right,brows furrowed with determination. This one has to be it! he thought. Anna watched curiously, her breath a slow wheeze. Hopping, Olaf's stick hand slid on the knob, unable to get a firm grip. Anna giggled.

"Anna!" Olaf chastised her, "this isn't funny!" With a strained smile, Anna crawled over to him, her arm shaking as she reached up, hesitant.

"What is it, Anna?" the snowman asked, his voice a hushed whisper, kind and patient.

"Do you wan to know what Hans said to me?" she asked, "the day we met?" Olaf frowned as her blue eyes took on a look of sorrow, yet there was a reminiscent smile on her face.

"What?"

Anna sighed, letting out a soft chuckle, followed by a gasp. Olaf placed a hand on her arm. She didn't have much time, he realized, she was probably freezing as they wasted time talking.

"He said….." she let out a wet hacking cough, "he said that his love for me was open…."

"Open?" Anna nodded as her shoulders jerked- she was trying o hold in another coughing fit.

"…Like….like a door," she finished with a small nod. Tears dotted the corners of her eyes as she let out a heavy sigh, "Our love is an open door…."

Open door… Olaf thought, sneaking a quick glance at the door in front of them, if their love is an open door, then surely….! Their reflections were warped in the doorknob as Olaf suddenly jumped on Anna's lap, lunging for the knob.

"Olaf, what are you doing?!" Anna hissed, her brow creasing with worry, panic flashing in her eyes. Olaf ignored her, trying to get a decent grip on the handle.

"Why couldn't Elsa give me opposable thumbs?!" he muttered under his breath, followed by, "Yes!" Swaying as he did so (he was hanging a few inches from Anna's lap in order to hod the knob properly), he twisted the handle, a soft click answering them. Olaf peered inside- he could see a faint orange glow, thinking, Good. He has the fire going!

"Love is an open door, right?" Olaf said, trying to push her inside the room. After a few seconds, Anna had not moved from her spot, and Olaf was panting as if he had just run a marathon.

"Are you okay?" Anna asked him. Olaf shook his head, wiping his brow as he answered, "Us snowmen are not known for our strength." Peering inside the room as best she could- it was difficult, since her joints were slightly rigid, and she could feel the ice slither through her veins still- she squinted into the darkness, but couldn't see anything.

"Please, Hans….." she pleaded quietly.

"Try going inside?" Olaf suggested. Nodding, she dug her fingers into the carpet, tying to pull herself forward. Olaf's heart sunk. To see such an ambitious girl reduced to such a state was absolutely heartbreaking. It hurt even further when Anna opened her mouth.

"H-Hans….?" she croaked pitifully, barely able to be heard. Whoever this Hans is, Olaf thought as he watched Anna struggle to move even a few centimeters, he'd better be the one.