Elsa's P.O.V.

I stayed positioned on the ice, mourning for the loss of my sister. "No!" I heard a familiar voice yell. It sounded a lot like Anna. But it couldn't be. It was probably my imagination. I miss her that much already. Then, I heard something break. I felt something oddly warm on my shoulder. I looked up and saw Anna's body, frozen solid.

"Anna!" I gasped, almost breathless. I stood up and stood in front of her and covered my mouth with my hands. No. She couldn't have died. Not yet. I should have died. I wanted to take her place so badly, just to see her alive and well again. "Anna. No. Please, no," I begged, gently touching her face. Anna, I want to build a snowman. I want to play. I just want my sister back.

Salty tears were streaming down my face as I admired every little detail about her. I lost the only family I had left. "Anna," I spoke helplessly, giving into the fact that she was gone. I clung onto her icy, lifeless body and cried. Cried for the day I shot her with ice. Cried for all the times I shut her out and ignored her. Cried for the last time I saw her alive.

I felt people crowding around me and Anna, which made me want to cry even more. I silently begged her to unfreeze, to forgive me. Slowly, I felt her body getting warmer. It was probably just my imagination. She was already gone. There was no going back. Suddenly, I felt her body move.