There was a time when the name Robert Hansen was exclaimed in wonder. From a young age, he was perhaps the most natural blacksmith anyone had ever seen. In fact, when he was only almost 20 years old, he was commissioned for a project by the King of Arendelle himself.

He was tasked with building the strongest, most durable, state of the art shackles Arendelle had ever seen. They would fit over a prisoner's entire hands, and he was instructed to make it withstand the most devastating, destructive power possible. He wasn't told what kind of power this was supposed to contain, but the King insisted that it could very well save Arendelle one day.

Regardless of the cryptic explanations and motives, Robert made these unshakable shackles to the letter. Although he couldn't tell anyone what he had made either, he was young and honored enough to do whatever the King said. As a result, he was assured that more royal business would come his way before long.

Several months later, the King and Queen were no longer around to give assurances.

With the King dead and a lack of royalty in charge for the next three years, Robert merely went about his regular work. It thrived as he officially entered adulthood and went into business for himself, as his hands kept crafting things better than men twice his age.

There wasn't much he could make to protect people from the Great Freeze, though. He nearly froze to death like everyone else, then tried to get back to normal like everyone else after the Great Thaw. Like everyone else, he heard the various rumors about the Snow Queen, and the various stories of those fateful days that became legend.

It was one story that Robert heard louder and clearer than most, however. The one where the Queen was captured and shackled in her own castle. Shackles that seemed designed to withstand her harsh winter powers – but didn't.

The assumption was that Prince Hans had them made, back when he made himself look like the savior of Arendelle. But Robert knew better – and almost wished he didn't.

He requested the metal from the broken shackles, saying he wanted to reuse it for his own business. After a few days of bureaucratic red tape, and an extra day off when the Queen made her ice rink, Robert received the remains.

Then he truly wished he hadn't.

Despite their broken condition, Robert knew his own design anywhere. A design that the King of Arendelle asked him to build, and one which Prince Hans later used.

Robert had been an unknowing accomplice after the fact of Hans' attempted coup on Arendelle.

Strike that. He had been an accomplice in the King of Arendelle's precautions to lock up his own daughter – the current Queen.

Considering what the Great Freeze had brought about, it sounded smart at first. There were still a lot of people in Arendelle who sounded like they would have approved.

Leaving aside the King making these for his daughter. And how he delegated the job to a young, unsuspecting kid who wouldn't ask questions. Then again, how could he have asked those questions?

There was no way he could have known. It was probably for the best to protect Arendelle. And they didn't even work in the end anyway. Robert told himself that more than he should have, which should have been a sign right there.

He had to keep on saying it when he heard more stories about the royal family – and how the Queen had really locked herself up to protect her sister, and her people. He kept saying it when he saw the Queen and the Princess walk around town – and how the Queen looked and acted nothing like someone who should have been shackled.

It was one thing to make those shackles against a future grave threat to Arendelle. It was even something for them to be used against an ice sorceress queen. It might have even been something else to be ordered to do it by the queen's father.

It was certainly something else when that ice sorceress queen was a tragically locked up young girl. A girl who locked herself away out of fear, and was left to fear herself and fear hurting others for 13 years. A girl whose own father could have shackled her up if she didn't get better – even though the way she was taught to get better was impossible.

Conceal, don't feel, the rumors said she had lived by. Right.

If only that was so easy. Then every story about the Queen's wise decisions, her generosity with her magic, the family she adored, her just leadership and her compassion for all wouldn't hurt so much.

If Robert had built stronger shackles, that kindness and generosity never would have gotten out. She never would have gotten out. This poor girl whose own father was afraid of her, and kept her from the love and confidence that would have saved her before the Great Freeze, would have been locked up. By creations from Robert's own hands.

From that day on, he was no longer confident of anything he built with his hands anymore. He built fewer and fewer creations for other people, knowing they could be used to hurt others without his knowledge too.

As a blacksmith, he had to make a share of deadly things, of course. But they were for the service of Arendelle – not for things like locking up scared magical girls. Certainly not Queens. Not innocent Queens, anyway.

It was silly, since that innocent Queen probably got over it a lot faster. Then again, how could she find it so easy?

How could anyone go through an upbringing like that so easily? One that would have ended in imprisonment if things went differently? Unfair imprisonment that Robert would have been responsible for – especially if he had done a better job?

How could he let himself get better at his job after that?

After a few more years, Robert didn't have the energy or the desire to try. The former prodigy of Arendelle became just another obscure blacksmith – a lazy, uninspired one at that.

Too lazy to realize he wasn't good at anything else until it was too late.

When he couldn't make himself keep working at it anyway, he bounced around from job to failed job for some time. He toiled in anonymity, making just enough at odd jobs and manual labor – albeit nothing that involved creating anything – to keep his home.

After a while, he had just enough to buy a boat. He figured the little he knew about the sea could be useful for a year or two. Plus sea work was the furthest thing removed from blacksmiths, royals and creating stuff to hurt or trap people.

Until two men came on his boat and trapped him.

Then they trapped a royal figure with him.

Not just any royal figure – the beloved niece of Queen Elsa herself.

Once again, he was an unwitting and unknowing accomplice in causing pain to the Queen. Granted, this time he was feeling a lot of pain himself. And it wasn't like he was helping the kidnappers.

The more he did nothing, the more he probably was helping them, though. Helping them by doing nothing, staying out of the way and not rocking the boat, so to speak.

Even when he was more aware of what was going on, and the wrongs being committed right in front of him, he wasn't strong enough to get in the way. And once again, it was the same woman who would pay for it in the future.

To say nothing of the poor girl who was actually kidnapped.

This entire recap of the last 20 years had run through Robert's head, for what felt like the last 20 hours. The more he couldn't stop thinking about it, the more he couldn't stand it. He'd never been able to stand it before, but this was too much.

It was all too much.

But it didn't truly become too much until right now.

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"They're back," Robert's attacker said when he got back into quarters. "The guards are back. And her family's with them."

"What?" Joan's kidnapper reacted, temporarily loosening his grip on Joan, as Robert watched helplessly under orders.

"Mom? Dad? Aunt – " Joan started before her kidnapper clamped down on her mouth.

"I'll get her tied back up and back in that closet. If they get here, you tell them the captain will be out any minute. And he'll cooperate fully," the kidnapper said directly to Robert at the end.

"Please, I don't wanna go back in there," Joan pleaded, before the blindfold was tied back over her mouth and her kidnapper's partner left.

Robert flinched as Joan tried and failed to kick her way free. Once her kidnapper got her in the chair, he told Robert, "Hold her down. Do it, or she'll go into the closet with your corpse. He can always tell them you're too sick to come out, if he has to. You won't stink fast enough for them to question him."

Robert groaned, looking at Joan's scared face and briefly not caring about her captor's threat. But he wound up doing what he always did anyway. Following orders, regardless of what it could lead to.

Once Joan was secured, Robert was forced to step back and wait for the other kidnapper. Soon enough, he returned, but in far less secure straits.

"They're searching from boat to boat. But that's not the worst part," he said. "I peeked out….and the suitors are there. They must have just arrived."

"That might actually be good," his partner said.

"No, it isn't. Our friend isn't with them," Robert's attacker revealed. "Every one of them is there except for him. How can you explain that?"

Joan went from being scared to surprised. If she understood it the way Robert was starting to….

However, that was nothing compared to how the kidnappers were seeing it. "Maybe he's running late. If those suitors just showed up with them, maybe they were never supposed to be there," Joan's abductor reasoned.

"Right! Because once we saw that he was missing, we'd know! They came anyway, and now we know!" Robert's attacker ruled. "He's not there because he got caught. And now they know everything. That's why her family's there! They're coming for us! There's not gonna be any auction now!"

"No….no, he doesn't know our names. He doesn't know the boat," his partner tried to cling to.

"It doesn't matter! They know she's here! They'll search everywhere now, including closets!" the kidnapper realized. "We've only got a few minutes at best!"

"We can take this boat out of here! No….no, she'll just freeze the fjord," Robert's attacker ruled out.

"Why did we come up with this? Why did we let him talk us into doing it?" Joan's kidnapper asked. "Now we're gonna freeze up and die."

"No!" Robert's attacker decided. "No….they'll back off. They'll back off if they know what'll happen if they don't. They're gonna have to see it." After a pause, he decided, "We're gonna have to give them a finger. Maybe two. Tell them they'll get a hand if they follow us."

When everyone saw that his knife was pointed at Joan's hand, his words really sunk in. "Come on, there's no time to put this to a vote! It's this or icy death!" he added.

"Yes….yes it is," his partner agreed. With that, they both went over to Joan and took her hand, preparing to disfigure it.

But they were utterly unprepared for Robert Hansen. So was Robert Hansen, really.

Yet of all the things he stood by and let happen when it came to the royal family – to the Queen – this was the last one.

He proved it when he screamed at the top of his lungs, seized his old attacker from behind, and threw him to the ground. When Joan's kidnapper managed to respond, Robert grabbed him just as his partner got up, and managed to bang both of their heads together.

After they collapsed, Robert searched them until he found the keys to his boat, and his quarters. With that secured, he picked up his captors' knife and cut Joan loose from the chair, then got the blindfold off her mouth. "They're over here! We're over here!" Robert called out, then actually went to unlock the door.

"Mom! Dad! Aunt Elsa!" Joan cried, in case they were close by. But they'd have to get a lot closer than this. Yet by the time they unlocked the door, their abductors had woken up.

Robert picked Joan up into his arms and rushed out, with their tormenters getting up and quickly getting hot on their trail. "They're over here!" Robert yelled, hoping they were close to being heard.

Yet the only response he got was the kidnappers diving for his legs. They connected and made him fall to the ground, right on Joan. However, Robert rolled off her as much as he could. "Go!" he pleaded to her.

However, her old kidnapper grabbed her hair before she got far. Yet Robert punched him in the mouth before he held her for too long – only to get hit himself by the other kidnapper. "Go!" Robert repeated to Joan, through the blood in his mouth.

"Mom! Dad!" Joan called again as she took off, yet her initial kidnapper got back up to give chase again. His partner wrestled Robert so he couldn't follow, but Robert didn't use wrestling moves.

Not unless there was a wrestling league where biting an opponent's nose was legal.

Robert had never been a wrestling or biting man before. However, he was on too much adrenaline, repressed emotion, and other feelings to be held back by the past anymore.

Nevertheless, it wasn't enough to make him catch up to Joan's kidnapper and chaser yet. Joan was still barely ahead in this race, calling out, "Mom! Dad! Aunt Elsa!" with her kidnapper in second, Robert in third and the other abductor bringing up the rear.

In a matter of moments, the runners would approach the staircase that led to the front deck. To the royal family, and to freedom. "Mom!" Joan screamed as she saw the stairs – then screamed when her kidnapper grabbed her left leg.

When Joan fell on her face, her captor raised his right hand, as it to smack her into silence. However, that hand was caught in midair by Robert, who struggled to keep it from moving further.

"He's over – " Robert started, but didn't finish when his attacker let go of Joan and punched him in the mouth. Two more blows to the mouth knocked him down, with Joan's captor turning and adding a kick to the head as well.

But all of this left Joan free to save her savior.

"Leave him alone!" she yelled before jumping at her kidnapper. She got high enough to raise her hand and start scratching his face – and actually draw a bit of blood. Yet it wasn't enough to stop the man from shoving her back onto the floor.

Before he could do anything else, Robert remembered he still had his knife. Taking it back out before anyone could stop him, he moved to stab the back of the kidnapper's leg – and missed.

When he noticed, he hopped away as his partner jumped back onto Robert, wrestling him until he got back control of the knife. Nevertheless, they lost track of their primary target because of it.

"Mom! Dad!" Joan screamed on her way to the stairs.

"Joan?!" Everyone heard from outside. And it wasn't from her mom or dad. It was from someone even more powerful.

In a panic, Joan's kidnapper took the knife from his partner and ran for his life. Which he literally was. By the time he caught up, Joan was halfway up the stairs and would be on the deck – and visible – any moment. "Aunt Elsa!" she called out.

But that was the last thing she could say, before her abductor grabbed her by the hair again.

This time, he added a knife against her throat for good measure.

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Elsa, Anna and Kristoff had been walking down the docks until they heard a scream. A very familiar scream. A scream they hadn't heard in over a day, but one they would know from anywhere. A scream that sounded all too close by. "Mom! Dad!"

"Joan?!" Elsa answered instead. When she realized it had to be coming from a boat close by, she resorted to running – even faster than Anna and Kristoff.

"Aunt Elsa!" she heard next. Now it was clear it was coming from that small boat at the edge of the docks. Once that she could make an ice bridge to from here and run up to the deck. Which is just what she did.

"Joan!" Elsa called out, with a tiny bit of hope tinged in at the very end.

A hope that was dashed when she got to the deck and saw who was meeting her.

A man was coming up from the stairs below deck, with his left arm wrapped around Joan….and his right hand holding a knife to her throat. As for his face, Elsa knew it all too well, from the description that Christian gave of it a day ago.

This was the man who took Joan and tried to take Christian in the first place. The man her prospective suitor hired to take her niece. The man who was ready to cut her niece's throat.

"We're gonna negotiate! We're gonna negotiate right now!" he barked to Elsa. He then had to push the knife harder against Joan for good measure.

That was the last thing Elsa saw. At least the last thing she saw in normal colors for a while.

Everything she saw for the next few seconds was red.

Including the icicle she shot right at the kidnapper.

The icicle that missed Joan's head – and landed right into the man's chest instead.

It didn't go through his heart, but it was right next to it – and was still close enough to be fatal.

The kidnapper merely got an extra few seconds to stand around and draw a strangled breath, before he collapsed and breathed no more.

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When he did, Elsa stopped seeing red. And when she realized what else she'd just seen…..she knew she would never stop seeing it again.

She would never stop seeing the very thing she had feared she would do for almost 30 years.

But after all that time….she had finally killed with her powers.

She killed the man who kidnapped Joan and would have cut her throat. So it shouldn't have counted. And yet, it did to her.

Especially when she realized there were witnesses.

Witnesses like the little girl who just saw her aunt murder someone in cold blood. The little girl who would have been murdered herself if Elsa's aim was three inches to the left.

The little girl who was in such danger, Elsa lost all sense of herself to save her. Lost her restraint. Lost her sense of right and wrong. Lost her vow to never hurt anyone with her magic again.

This wasn't Anna, though. She killed a monster.

And yet Elsa had now killed one more person than this monster had. Killed her in front of Joan. In front of Anna, Kristoff, the guards, the suitors and everyone else, most likely.

But most of all, she killed him in front of….the closest thing she would ever have to her own little girl. A girl who knew her aunt was a killer.

A girl who wasn't moving right now – surely because it was all hitting her. What her aunt was had finally hit her.

Hit her enough, and hit everyone else enough, not to notice the surviving kidnapper coming this way.

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Like everyone else, the last kidnapper was stunned still and silent by the sight of his dead partner. But only for a moment.

In the next few, he took the knife that his dead partner had dropped, and grabbed Joan all over again. This finally made everyone else snap out of it.

"All right! You let us go and don't freeze the sea, and you won't have to do that again!" he told a still stunned Elsa, Anna and Kristoff.

Yet someone else heard him too.

Someone else also saw the dead body and the trauma on the royal family – including the captive one.

Now it was someone else's turn to go red.

"I'll do it," he answered, before charging out into the docks.

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Elsa was still barely conscious of what was going on. The nearest she could tell was that Joan's….surviving kidnapper was being attacked by another man.

Was it another kidnapper who turned on him? Another kidnapper who just wanted Joan for himself? Another man she'd have to….

"Joan!" the voice of Anna brought her back to reality. Yet it was Anna who was running into the fray now. All while the two men seemed to be in a tug of war for Joan.

However, when the kidnapper got his knife back and cut Robert's cheek, Anna and Joan stopped moving just long enough. Grabbing Joan in that split second, her remaining captor yelled, "You want her? Then go catch her!"

Instead of throwing her overboard, the man's aim merely made her land on the edge of the deck. But he still threw her away hard enough to knock her out on the impact.

At that point, the red came back into Elsa's vision. It was burning into Anna and Kristoff's as well.

And yet it was Robert who realized the man put down the knife first.

Before any icicles, right hooks or bone breaking moves could occur, Robert spared the royal family the trouble and plunged the knife right below their enemy's neck.

But unlike Elsa, his act of rage wasn't fatal.

"Okay then…." the man still had the ability to croak out, as he stumbled to the rails. Robert went over to finish tossing him overboard anyway.

Only to find the man wrapping his arms around him, before he took them both into the water.

At that point, all the red was gone from Elsa's vision. When she rushed to the rails, he could only see Joan's kidnapper sinking into the ocean, and taking…..the man who saved her with him.

"Get Joan out of here!" she remembered to order, returning to some semblance of a leadership mode.

One that made her dive into the ocean for an encore.

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By the time Elsa swam down deep enough, she saw that Joan's rescuer had the knife in his shoulder now, and appeared to be unconscious. As for his attacker, even with his wounds, he was trying to swim away.

At least he was before Elsa zapped him – not with an icicle, but with a blast that trapped him in a giant ice cube. One that would soon float up to the surface.

Just like the one that Elsa magically put the rescuer in next.

When the giant cubes of ice came above the water, Elsa followed them. After catching her breath, she ignored the ice cube with the attacker in it, and focused on trying to get the other one to shore. She swam over and tried to push it forward, then had to melt it a little bit to make it easier.

Eventually, Elsa got near the docks, where the guards all rushed over and pulled her onto the surface. Right afterwards, she melted the rest of the ice, getting her arms around the man inside before he sunk again.

The guards managed to grab her anew and pull them both in – although Elsa was the only conscious one. She realized this after she caught her breath and was somewhat aware of her surroundings.

"No….no, not another one!" she exclaimed. She rushed over, took the knife out and examined the man, trying to figure out if there was anything she could do. Or if freezing him had pushed him past the point of no return.

Elsa put her hands on his chest, leaning on it as she got more desperate and guilty. But he began coughing up water at the right moment.

This made Elsa breathe her first sigh of relief in over a day. What's more, her wild, decidedly un Queen like smile was the first thing the man saw when his eyes opened.

"Your….Your Majesty…." he said with surprise, obviously.

Not even bothering to put on a regel face, she expressed, "You're going to be fine. We're going to take you back to the castle and you'll be fine. We're going to be fine…."

She was at least confident enough to mean that about one of them.

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Joan had no idea where she was. She was only aware of a nagging pain in her head. When her eyes opened slightly, she took her hands off her head – and felt something soft when she laid them down.

She wasn't sleeping on a chair.

Memories began to flood back. Being tied to a chair. Being cut out of the chair. Running to the deck. Being held hostage at the deck. Seeing a man get….

At that memory, Joan involuntarily jerked backwards. She tried to shake her head clear of her vision, but only aggravated her headache. It even made her think she heard, "Joan! Joan, honey, just stay calm…."

Her head even made that voice sound like….hold on.

At that, Joan made herself look around. The sheets she was on looked like the ones from her room, because it was her room. And she heard her mother talking because….

"Mom?" She looked at the woman standing next to the bed. And for one overwhelming moment, it was like the last 30+ hours never happened.

"Mom!" Joan cried out, all but jumping into her arms. Anna caught her and didn't expect to ever let go again.

"Mommy's here, Mommy's here….Mommy's not going away ever again," Anna promised through her gathering storm of tears. "Oh, don't you ever scare me like that again…."

"I didn't mean it…." Joan vowed.

"I know, I know, it's not your fault….you didn't deserve any of it," Anna choked out. "You'll only get what you deserve from now on….I swear you will…."

"I hope I can still make the cut," Joan heard. If she didn't imagine that either, then that meant….

"Dad!" Joan called out. Anna willed herself to let go, since she was only going a few feet away into Kristoff's arms. Still, she put a hand on the back of her head, just in case.

"You're safe now, you're safe," Kristoff assured. "You're not getting away from us that easily…."

"I don't wanna…." Joan promised. Before he crushed her, Kristoff sat her onto the edge of the bed, right as she remembered more things. "What happened? Where's Robert?"

"So that's the other one Elsa should have killed," Anna practically growled.

"No, that's not him! Robert saved me! Is he okay?" Joan asked in a panic.

"Oh, oh him! Okay, no, he's fine! They're taking care of him right now!" Anna promised. "The other one's still in an ice cube, don't worry! We should just slide him into the dungeons to melt with Devin!"

"Devin?" Joan asked.

"Oh yeah, that part," Kristoff said. "We….kind of found out Devin hired those guys to take you."

"Devin?" Joan asked again. "It was him? No, I….I was hoping it was Lanford. Not him…."

"Well, ask Christian if you don't believe us," Anna offered. "He figured it out and everything."

Joan now realized who else was in the room – and he finally let himself come to the bed. "That's right. He fought him, threw ink at him, made it possible to find you, the works," Kristoff added his praise.

Joan was already stunned just by seeing her little brother again. Hearing what he'd been up to since she was gone gobsmacked her.

"You….you did that? For me?" she tried to comprehend. It shouldn't have been that hard, she knew. But Christian had never been a fighter or an ink thrower before. Not while she was around.

"I love you," he explained. That was all he had to say.

Joan tried to search for more to say herself. Some joke to lighten the mood, some way of saying thank you, anything. Nothing fit, except a phrase she immediately knew she had to say more from now on. At least to him. "I love you, too."

"Good. Cause….I don't wanna do scary stuff without my big sister again," Christian admitted, sounding embarrassed and scared.

Now it was Joan's turn to hug someone and never want to let go. "That was the last time. I promise.…" Joan vowed.

Although Joan had been forced to stop being a big sister for just over a day, it still hurt. Now more than ever. But when she ultimately let go of Christian, she realized that the room was missing….someone who once hadn't been a big sister for 13 years.

Yet she wasn't missing. She was just standing over by the door. Only now everyone was able to see her.

Anna, Kristoff and Christian moved aside so Joan could see even clearer.

Soon, Joan was all Elsa could see. She walked forward to get an even better look, unconsciously reaching her hands towards her.

But when she saw those hands again, she saw once again what they'd just done. The violence they committed, right in front of Joan. The violence that they could cause to anyone – could always cause to anyone.

Maybe even to her. Next time, if not this time. After all, Anna died the second time around too. Why wouldn't her daughter?

Elsa fell to her knees in front of the bed, and in front of Joan. Her hands were still held up in front of her face, and were just beginning to shake. Soon, they'd begin to do other things. "I need….I need the…." Elsa wished she wouldn't have to say the g-word out loud. But she had no choice.

She had a choice back there. She was too dangerous to be given another one. She knew it all along.

Before she went further, something indeed covered her hands. But it wasn't gloves.

Elsa's voice caught in her throat once she saw Joan holding her hands. She wanted to yell and beg for her to get away and be safe. She wanted Anna and Kristoff to hold her and protect her from the world – including herself – and make sure Christian wasn't next. She wanted her locked away from her and….

No. That would be the act of a monster.

In any case, when Elsa finally looked up at Joan, there was only one thing she really wanted.

"Please don't be scared of me…." she whispered, as if she was 29 years younger. Joan was clearly scared now, so it was too little, too late.

And yet she wasn't letting go of Elsa's hands. She was rubbing them and squeezing them even harder, actually. Hard enough that it was harder to think about the cold.

"Never," Joan answered out loud. "I….I need you too much. All of you."

That one admission gave Elsa much needed perspective. She panicked over killing a kidnapper in one instant. Joan was held hostage by that man and his frozen friend for over a day. She was terrified long before Elsa and her icicle ever showed up.

She needed them to get over that. She specifically asked for it. She asked for her Aunt Elsa.

She didn't need a killer. She needed her aunt.

The hands that had brought death hours ago were now holding her niece's hands right back. These hands that could kill and main were now cradling and giving comfort. These hands were capable of such destruction, and yet they were being used for such tenderness and care now.

How could all of that blend together? How could something so cold and deadly provide such warmth?

Elsa thought she knew the answer 16 years ago – almost to the day now – when Anna thawed. When she first knew love could thaw fear. When she realized how she wasted 13 years, and nearly ruined the greatest person in the world before she ever froze, because she couldn't see it much earlier.

That couldn't happen to the second greatest person in the world too. Not when Elsa just got her back.

Was Elsa just going to get someone back from the dead, only to let fear drive them apart? Again?

If Joan wasn't going to….

What Joan did instead was rest face first onto Elsa's shoulder, as Elsa just kept holding and rubbing her hands.

"I started thinking I'd never…." Joan started. But she finished with a sob, not words.

Before more came out, Anna knelt down and hugged them on their right, while Kristoff and Christian settled on their left. Elsa stayed in the middle as Joan breathed and cried heavier.

Before getting on that boat, Elsa dreamed when she saw Joan again, she would pick her up, spin her around and hug her with all the warmth she had. She would laugh and cry and take her home to make as many snowmen as she wanted. They would be happy, like this never happened at all.

Such a reunion was taken away. For many reasons. Now they were left with this….laugh less moment. And whatever hell would come after this. That man hadn't even gotten to explain what happened on that boat before they got there. She surely wouldn't ask Joan anytime soon.

And yet Elsa made herself remember the most important thing.

Joan was here. With her. With them.

And even after she killed someone….Elsa still wanted to do nothing with her hands but hold the people she loved.

Those hands didn't let go of the niece she loved for a good long time.

When they did, she could have sworn they never felt warmer.