Elsa's P.O.V.

I ran across the frozen fjord looking for the castle. Or Anna. I just needed refuge from this storm. Jack had also been separated from me during the short moment of chaos. Now I was hopelessly lost in my own storm.

Jack's P.O.V.

I flew above the fjord, hoping to find Elsa again. The wind had separated me from my angel. I called for her but I didn't get a response. Unfortunately, I couldn't find Phoenix either. What if she was freezing to the death in Elsa's storm? What was I going to do?

Down below, I saw a girl. She looked a little younger than Elsa. But she looked really similar. The girl she had accidentally struck with her powers. Anna.

I dove down to get a closer look. Her hair was now completely white and ice was slowly freezing her body. She was weakly calling for a blonde man named Kristoff. She could barely walk. A large ship next to her began breaking off of the ice. I flew to it and froze it into place once more. Anna shivered and stopped walking for a few seconds to examine her hands. I flew down to her to see them. What I saw made every nerve in my body numb from sudden cold.

The tips of her fingers were already blue and white ice was wrapping around her fingers and hand. She had to get help fast. And I only knew one person who could do that. So, with careful precision and trust, I went looking for Elsa with Anna. She might not have known that I was there, but I wasn't going to let her freeze to death.

Elsa's P.O.V.

Suddenly, I saw a shadowy figure in the storm heading to me. I walked to it, squinting to figure out who this was. As soon as I saw the figure clear enough I gasped and turned to run away. Hans was after me again.

"Queen Elsa! You can't run from this!" he said, yelling over the storm. I looked around, not knowing what to say, then faced him.

Hesitantly, I said, "Just take care of my sister."

"Your sister? She returned from the mountain weak and cold. She said that you froze her heart."

"No," I whispered to myself, my eyes moving down in sadness.

"I tried to save her but it was too late. Her skin was ice, her hair turned white," he explained. I looked around, searching for an answer, then back at him. He couldn't be telling the truth. But then again, would there be a reason for him to lie?

Sadness swirls within me like the snow. I've frozen out the only friend I'll ever know. There's no way I can win, but I wish that I had been there for her long ago.

"Your sister is dead! Because of you." My eyes widened. This wasn't happening. My sister didn't freeze to death. Everything around me was blurry and unstable.

"No," I repeated. My sister, the only family I had left, was gone. How could I have been so careless? This was all my fault. I should have been with her all of these years. Now I'll never see her again.

I stumbled back, grief and sadness overwhelming me. How could I have let this happen? She deserved much better than this. I should have let her in . . .

My legs felt numb and I collapsed on the ice, grief stricken. This was all my fault.

Anna's P.O.V.

I felt as if I couldn't move. But I pushed on, each step freezing my feet. I had to find Kristoff. "Kristoff," I whispered. I didn't have enough energy to call for him. I felt like I was being watched. And in a way, helped. The ship had fallen on me if it wasn't for the extra layer of ice that was added. But only Elsa could do that. I was left wondering and curious. But I didn't stop to think about it.

Not too long after, I saw Kristoff and smiled. He could reach me in time! He could save me! But, only a few feet away from me, I heard a slicing sound.

Weakly, I looked in that direction and saw that Hans was raising his sword, ready to kill Elsa. "Elsa," I whispered. What should I do? My own sister was going to die. Save her, or save myself? She might have shut me out all of these years, ignored me, and seemed cold hearted and stern. But she was my sister. I would give up anything to see her okay.

I looked back at Kristoff, a sad expression on my face. I had to do this. Immediately, I ran as fast as possible to stand between Hans and Elsa.

Life's too short to be such an oblivious fool. So reckless that I couldn't see. Life's too short to be so desperate to be loved that I only ever thought of me. I wish I saw things clearly. I guess I'm just not the sort. Now all I know is life's too short . . .