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Anna was dead: heart frozen for love of her killer. Alone, she could save Arendelle; alone so Anna. Anna. Anna. Yet touch brought frost; presence death. "You'll be safe...", she whispered to herself.
"For the murder of the second in line to the throne of Arendelle I sentence you to death."
"... from me...". And the sword swung down, ending the life of the Queen of Arendelle.
"No!"
It sliced through her left shoulder: slowing as it neared --- and was finally stopped by --- her frozen heart: blood and ice already painting the blade. Anna's. The Queen. He attempted to regain the sword, but could not budge it and began backing away as quickly as he dared.
"Anna! Anna, please..." Anna's face remained impassive; unmarred by the blood which adorned the rest of her deathly frame. Fresh tears wet Elsa's face as she fell upon Anna. Why? Why couldn't you have let me go? Marry Hans and... Hans. Hans killed Anna. Anna wasn't dead. Not before... She couldn't say the name. Elsa's rapidly cooling gaze met his: fury threatening to boil the oceans or freeze the skies meeting unimpeded terror.
"Your highness---"
And that was all that Elsa heard before the snow-filled wind returned and began howling death at the 13th Prince of the Southern Isles. The frozen inferno continued for a month's time before the rage of the former Queen of Arendelle was spent; Anna was nowhere to be found: blown into a thousand pieces by the initial blast.
And now the Snow Queen wanders across Europe, dragging along snow, ice, and bitter cold whereever she goes, searching for the lost pieces of Anna's body, in the vain hope that if she can find them all, she can have her sister back again.
