The sadness was overwhelming. Anna woke up and looked around. She was alive. Kristoff was alive. They were safe. She had to trust that the children were more valuable alive, like Hans had promised. But as far as anyone in Arendelle knew, she was dead.
But she had gotten herself into this mess. She had gotten into this mess years ago, and had blithely trusted that things would be fine, and never said stop when she should have. Could they ever go back?
As she stepped outside, she saw a familiar gust of wind. A letter fell into her hand.