Anna was making her way slowly, trying to search for Kristoff. Of course, in the winds, she couldn't see anything. The ice on her skin burned as slid farther across her body, leaving small snowflake designs in its wake. I need to find him quickly! her thoughts were panicking.
Olaf had tried helping, but as the winds became stronger the snowman was blown to pieces, scattered across the ice. Every breath hurt, like swallowing a dagger. Squinting she tee dyer best to see the few feet in front of her.
"Kr-Kristoff…" she tried, yelping as she spoke. Pain sot through her veins leaving her wincing and shivering. Then she heard it: the cracking of ice. She glanced down.
Her hands were turning blue. Snowflakes decorated her palms and fingers as it spread.
She didn't have much time left. She opened her mouth to try again, but was surprised to hear a huskier voice come out instead of her own.
"Anna!"
Her blue eyes winded with shock- That sounded like Kristoff! she thought happily, waddling her way to the sound as she heard it again, carried on the wind.
"Anna!" She felt herself suppress a light laugh as his voice was followed by Sven, making his usual reindeer noises and grunts. As she moved forward, inch by inch, she saw him.
Kristoff, running in the misty air, his face etched with worry. He does love me! she thought, heart full of ecstasy. From the looks of it, he and been sprinting, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. Anna opened her mouth, summoning up the last of her strength.
"Kristoff!" she cried, feeling a tear struggle to fall down her face. Once he kissed her, it would be over. Once he kissed her, Hans would go back to the Southern Isles.
Pitch Back would disappear into his hole- wherever said 'hole' resided.
Elsa would regain her position as Queen of Arendelle.
The Guardians would go back to being, well, Guardians, protecting the children of the world in secret.
And she and Kristoff would live happily ever after….
She saw him running toward her, his face full of relief, and hope, and the one thing she strived for, the one thing that had caused all this.
Love.
Kristoff was a few feet away, and Anna could see he was huffing and puffing just to make it to her. As h yelled her name over and over again, the winds suddenly died down.
That's when she saw it.
Elsa, lying on the ground, shoulders shaking, wracked with sobs.
"Elsa….?" Anna mumbled, curiosity and confusion mingled in her eyes. She glanced at Kristoff- he was so close, ready to save her. Looking back at Elsa, she gasped as she watched the fog surrounding her. A figure- A man, most likely- approached her sister.
But it wasn't just any man, she realized.
It was Prince Hans of the Southern Isles.
And clutched tightly in his hand was a sword.