Elsa squeezed her eyes shut, tensing her shoulders. She knew Hans had a sword. She knew he was about to kill her. So where was the sword? The cold metal biting harshly through her warm flesh? She didn't dare look up though, hearing a ripple through the air. There was a crash- Hans and flown backwards, taken by surprise.

Breathing heavily, Elsa lifted her head, looking from side to side cautiously. There was definitely no sword. The wind had died down, making t easier for her to see. There were a few gasps from overhead. Casting her eyes upward, she noticed some of the merchants and guests from the coronation, murmuring among themselves, pointing and shielding their eyes, only to look again.

"What…?" Elsa mumbled, letting her blue eyes dart around. She noticed Hans, who was unconscious on the ground. The sword lay a few feet away, cracked and broken into pieces- What could have done that? Elsa thought.

She noticed Sven, who was wide-eyed, hooves clopping uncomfortably on the ice. Next to him was the ice cutting mountain man- Kristoff, she remembered. But there was something wrong with his expression. Where there was nonchalant boredom, there was now pain, and shock. Tears began to dot the corners of his eyes and elsa watched as he wiped them away furiously. Footsteps began to echo on the ice, and the Guardians suddenly appeared, red faced as panting for breath. They looked abut to say something but stopped, tooth letting a loud gasp escape her. She clapped a hand to her mouth immediately. That's when Elsa looked up at the one thing capturing everyone's attention.

And immediately regretted it.

"ANNA!" she screeched, her voice getting scratchy as she jumped up, cape coiling around her feet. Shaking her head, she went out to touch her, then pulled back.

"Oh, Anna…" Elsa whispered, tears streaming down her face, "Anna…." Breaking into sobs, she threw her arms around her sister, waiting hopefully to feel her warm arms wrap around her as well, to return her hug.

But all she felt was coldness. There was no warm return.

Anna was completely frozen.

And it was all her fault. The merchants and guests bowed their heads with grief- Arendelle now had no ruler, Elsa having run away from her duties, and now Anna…. Anna being turned into a human ice pop.

"How sentimental," came the voice, sounding as if it were coming from behind her. Elsa snapped her eyes open, and she could hear gasps coming from the merchants and guests, running back inside the castle for safety. Spinning on her heel, Elsa narrowed her eyes at him, black sand swirling around her feet.

"Pitch Black," she hissed, sending a trail of spit at the ground. Kristoff widened his eyes- he never thought he would see Elsa do something so… manly, if that was the correct word for it. The saliva turned into an icicle and Elsa grinned as it pierced Pitch's foot, making him cringe.

"Cute," he commented, "but you'll have to do better than that."

Shadows crept along the ground, slithering over Elsa from behind. Turning, she gasped as a giant tidal wave of black sand roared overhead. Kristoff and the Guardians all huddled, watching to see what she would do- although they really should have been helping her get away, keep her safe.

"That isn't scary anymore, Pitch Black," Elsa said his name with such hatred- he had caused so many problems, convinced her to keep Anna at a distance, to push the Guardians away…. push Jack away…. Elsa cast her eyes sideways to glance at the Guardians. They were all there, but where was Jack? He's on his way, she told herself, he'll get here.

Pitch peered over Elsa's shoulder at the now frozen solid Anna, saying, "She'll make a lovely lawn ornament-"

"Shut up," elsa ordered.

"- of course," Pitch ignore her command, "until she melts." Face red with anger, Elsa screamed, voice warbling as she sent a splash of ice at Pitch, who sidestepped it quickly. The ice clattered against the ground, sliding to a stop at the Guardians feet.

"We have to do something!" she could hear Kristoff tell them, but she didn't care if they decided to help or if they decided to run away.

"Again, you'll have to do better than that," Pitch snarled, "with powers like yours-"

"I said shut up, you idiot!" Elsa cut him off, sending blast after blast at him, some falling short, others slicing through his robes. Pitch curled his fingers around absentmindedly, playing with a piece of sand that hovered and materialized over his palm.

"If you want to survive, Your Highness," Pitch advised, "I suggest you grab your little friends and run."

"No," she declared, "I will fight. I will fight you and I will fight anyone who ever tries….. who ever tries to trick me again!" Collective gasps emanated from the guests, Kristoff and the Guardians, but she ignored them. Elsa decided right there she would fight for her sister, and all the years she pushed her away. She decided she would fight for Arendelle, the kingdom she swore to protect. She decided she would fight for the Guardians and Kristoff, for helping bring her home. She decided she would fight for Jack Frost, the one person who helped her get past her self-hatred, who believed in her.

But most of all, Elsa decided she would fight for herself. Because so much was at stake.

Because she couldn't run away from her problems and fears anymore.

It was time to star up for herself.

"Well, well, well," Pitch chuckled, crossing his arms, "this will is definitely a surprise!" Elsa cracked her knuckles, raising her hands. Ice crystals hovered around her fingers, growing in size as each second passed until they became daggers, sharpened to a point.

"Oh, it;s definitely a surprise alright," she sad under her breath. With a flick of her wrist, the shards flew for Pitch Black, whistling through the air as they cut away at the blackened sand, at his robes. The Guardians watched as pitch tried blocking the attacks, but to no avail. Elsa was to fast, breaking down every single one of his defense mechanisms until he found himself cowering on the ground, merely shielding himself with his arms. Elsa approached him, keeping a few ice daggers at the ready.

Leaning down, she made sure they were face to face, and she saw his golden eyes wide with shock, awe and…. fear.

"You said you live off fear, Pitch," she whispered harshly. The bogey man tried piteously to slap her, but only succeeded in getting his arm pinned down to the ice, the dagger cutting through the sleeve of his robe, anchoring him in place.

Elsa could tell from Pitch's eyes, wide, pupils dilated until it looked like a sun swallowing the last of the dark night sky.

Pitch was scared, terrified at the prospect of someone defeating him. There was a sharp intake of breath as she grabbed the bogey man by the collar, pulling him close. Whether the gasp came from Kristoff, the Guardians or Pitch himself, Elsa wasn't sure, nor did she care.

"How does it feel to live off your own?" she asked him, her voice cold, full of disgust, "because I'm not letting you live off of mine any longer."

Raising an arm, a dagger of ice formed in her hand, the tip gleaming off whatever sun decided to shine through the mist and clouds. Pitch shook his head. He wasn't supposed to go out like this, to have the woman he tormented do him in-

There was a loud squelch as she drove it through his neck. But where she thought there would be blood, there was the black sand he always had, and a horrified shriek echoing on the wind. Chest heaving, Elsa dropped the dagger, half relieved that he was gone for good, half horrified that she had just succeeded in killing someone.

Sure, he was a menace, trying to manipulate her, into leaving everything behind, but someone nonetheless. She looked at Kristoff, at the Guardians. All of them stood in complete astonishment. After a few seconds, Kristoff nudged them, "We should probably go see if she's okay!" After a few sounds of agreement, they all approached her, but she held up a hand, making them stop in their tracks.

"I… I, uh, need some time alone, if you don't mind…" Elsa trailed off. Almost immediately, she trend back into her old self, the woman who kept everything in, bottled it up until it gnawed away at her being, making her confused and lost. And scared. Gulping, she turned back to Anna- or what was Anna, now (as Pitch had dubbed her) a lawn ornament. Sighing, Elsa then ran at her, arms open and leapt upon her sister, the ice freezing against her skin as she dug her face into her shoulder.

"I'm so sorry…. Anna, what have I d-done?!" she cried, moans trembling throughout her body as she weeped.

In that moment, Elsa realized something. She went from being the only one unable to touch her sister, to the only person who could. And that made her weep even more. She didn't care at this point if she looked undignified to the guests standing in the balcony. She didn't care if the Guardians tried to console her, or Kristoff mourning a girl that he lost before he could even love her. She just wanted to cry, and cry, and cry, until she could cry no more.

Everyone else watched forlornly, some bowing their heads, others wiping tears from their eyes. Let them, Elsa thought, it doesn't matter….