Warmth

MAJOR SPOILERS BELOW.

Anna was crawling on the floor. She had to find a way to relight the fireplace, she had to. She needed the heat. With each inch she pulled herself closer she imagined the heat and warmth and the colder she got. Her body was cold in a way she could not describe and as each minute past it refused to move without pain.

Is this what Elsa felt like? Cold within and cold without and nothing but sadness? Anna pitied her sister with each new wave of chill in her body. This was Elsa's soul and it hurt and it was cold and Anna wanted to cry. Could she feel the warmth? Would the sliver of ice in her heart allow for it?

And then saving grace.

Olaf appeared.

"Anna, no!" he gasped and ran as fast as his little legs could carry him over to the fireplace. He struck a match hanging on the wall and suddenly the embers were ablaze again. And as lovely as the warmth felt on her skin there was one thought in her head.

"Olaf, get away from there!"

But the snowman wasn't listening.

"Whoa, so this is fire, gotta say I still like it!" he said.

He got near the fire and Anna watched as his head and body and legs began to turn to water before her eyes. Then he asked about Hans and her kiss of true love. And Anna told him the truth.

"I was wrong about him, it wasn't true love," she said.

She curled against the heat of the fire and watched Olaf trying to resemble his quickly fall body parts.

"Please Olaf, you can't stay here, you'll melt."

But he refused to leave and promised to find her an act of true love to melt the ice strangling the life from her heart. And then he what Anna now realized she knew all along: Kristoff loved her.

"Love is putting someone else's needs before yours," he said through his quickly liquidating mouth.

"Olaf, you're melting!"

"Some people are worth melting for."

And that's what Anna remembered when she turned and saw Elsa on the fjord. A queen on her knees in tears and Hans ready to strike her down, remove her head to remove her crown and take it himself. She was going to die right now, right here.

Elsa was going to die.

Anna put all the effort her freezing body could muster into her legs and into her heart and she ran. She screamed and shouted and cried and did everything in her power to get Elsa's attention. Turn around! Move Elsa! She was desperate, she was running. Time stopped all around her, no one else existed but Elsa. Danger, danger, danger, danger. Elsa please!

Anna thought of warmth. She thought of Olaf melting to keep her safe. That was love. She thought of Elsa locking herself away in her room for years and years alone to protect Anna. That was love.

Love was putting someone else's needs before yours. Love was a closed door.

And Anna was between Elsa and Hans and sword blow to end her sister's life hit her instead. Some people are worth melting for. Some people are worth freezing for. Elsa was alive. Anna was dead.

I'm sorry and I love you.