I love you, Elsa

“Your sister has not come back yet.”
The memory of those words echoed in my mind, cutting like ice.
Jack had left a few moments ago and overflew the zone, searching for Anna. I still held onto the small but vital hope that she would appear by Arendel's doors at any moment and therefore wandered in circles waiting for her, blinded by the thick mist that I, myself, created.
I suddenly distinguished a dark silhouette coming towards me. My heart missed a beat. “Anna”, I thought. But I soon discovered that it was not her at all. It was too late by then.
“Elsa! You can no longer escape from this!”
I abandoned my futile attempt to escape, and pleaded, “Simply take care of my sister.”
I perfectly understood why Hans was looking for me, why he had imprisoned me.  Well, actually, no, I couldn’t understand it.  His duty was to kill me, for Arendel’s sake.  For Anna’s sake, even. For his own sake. But he had preferred to give me a chance. And I had now escaped. Even the most compassionate of kings wouldn’t have overlooked such action.
“Your sister? She came back from the mountain weak and frigid. She said that you had frozen her heart.”
Something went through me, cutting my breath. “No”, I whispered.
“I tried to save her, but it was too late”, he continued. My heart stopped, jumping a series of heartbeats “Her skin was as cold as ice and her hair turned white. Your sister is dead! And it’s your entire fault.”
And I couldn’t stand it any longer. All my strength seemed to melt away and escape through my veins. I could no longer feel my legs and I wobbled, my senses shut down. I couldn’t even recognise where I was.  Finally, I fell to the floor, the weight of my actions on top of me.  I hadn’t had enough with wiping out my people’s freedom, now I had finished with my sister. “No, say it. Say the words”, a voice ordered me.  I have killed her. I have killed my sister.  My heart, my soul, my being, or whatever I had, tore apart inside me with a pain I couldn’t believe was real. What a fool had I been, for even dreaming that this curse could bring any advantage at all…
My powers, incapable of reflecting so much pain and misery, died with me. Even though I couldn’t see it, I heard how the wind stopped roaring. The snowflakes remained airborne, without ever reaching the ground. Time had frozen. I was dead.
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Amidst the emptiness, I thought I could hear her voice, weak and moribund, that shouted “Kristoff”.  I didn’t even know what that meant, but I guessed it was the name of the man with whom she had entered into my palace a few days ago.  I wondered whether I was raving or whether this was death; dreaming about the things which had never happened.
But then I heard it again, her voice more clear and firm. “Kristoff!” she yelled.
I opened my eyes, surprised. I looked around and was able to feel the snow below me once more. Apparently, I wasn’t dead yet. But then that meant…
“Anna!” I called.
Every part of me trembled. I felt real fear. Fear that everything would disappear again and that I had only been chasing an illusion. I tried to stand up and, at that moment, I saw her figure. She grabbed her cape with the little strength that she had left and stumbled so much that she seemed about to fall over at any moment. Her hair was white, Hans hadn’t lied about that. Hans… I didn’t have time to analyze him. I simply ran towards Anna. I wanted to cry out her name, but my nerves choked me, and all I managed to do was to think about it, “ANNA!”
Everything happened too fast.
I could hardly distinguish a big man in the distance running towards her. I guessed that was the reason why Anna had stopped. However, if she had been looking for her salvation, she only managed to sentence herself. Beside her, from behind a fallen ship, Hans emerged.  With horror, incomprehension and stupefaction, I saw how he unsheathed his sword and moved towards Anna.  I swear that, until the very last moment, I wanted to believe that he did it to protect her, that maybe the man running towards her was a menace. But the shouts of that man, who, from the tone of his voice I deduced was Kristoff, that called out Anna’s name, alerting her of the danger, convinced me.
I resumed my run towards Anna.
I didn’t have enough time to tell her I loved her. I didn’t have enough time to thank her for believing in me, for having been the only one who loved me all those years even though she had more rights than anyone to hate me. I didn’t have enough time to tell her that I had found someone, too, or that he had found me. That I was planning to leave with Jack somewhere far away, that we were going to live together in some isolated mountain, happy, enjoying our magic, and that none of us would be alone again, that she would be able to open Arendel’s doors whenever she wanted. I didn’t have enough time to say goodbye to her or Jack, but I did have time to think “I love you. Thank you.”
At that instant, I interposed myself between Hans’ sword and Anna’s body, and I received the blow that was destined to her. I heard how my aggressor took in air violently, clearly surprised, and two people howled my name, impregnated with pain. One of them was Anna. The other was Jack, who I heard descending from the sky, cutting through the air. “Like an angel”, I thought.
The blade had crossed my back, and now my blood ran from it like thin rain over the white snow, which, I noticed, was melting. I collapsed over my sister, with the weapon still in my body. She, still weak, almost fell over. She repeated my name, this time with a frightened whisper, as incredulous tears wet her cheeks. “Elsa…”
Somebody caught hold of me before I fell to the floor and, through my blurred vision, I got to see Kristoff who, at the same time, held my sister, who didn’t take her eyes away from me.
I made an effort to look upwards. A face bathed in pain and hatred was looking at me.  His white hair fell over his eyes. I longed to reach out for him and pull back the mop from his face so badly… but I could no longer do it. “Jack…” I whispered. And smiled.
His face seemed to harden even more. I didn’t know whether he was angry at me. A pair of burning tears fell from his ice-cold eyes. “Elsa!” he begged. His teeth were pressed tight together, and he shook me with all his strength, maybe hoping that that would bring me back to life. But that only opened up my wound even more and, much to my dismay, I moaned in pain.  He sobbed, powerless, and hugged me carefully. He finally broke down and cried while he caressed me. He tried to say my name, but only moans came out of his mouth.  
Everything in me was fading but, even though I could no longer feel my body – and a small part of me gave thanks for it, because the pain had become unbearable -, I did feel how my soul yearned to soothe Jack. To tell him that everything was going to be okay, that I loved him, and that our love was going to save us. What did it matter whether it was true or not? Instead, I felt how my blood soaked his trousers, on which my body lay.
Not even I know from where I took the strength to say it, I guess it was truly a miracle, but I heard myself say: “I love you”, and I squeezed the hand which held mine. And I let myself go, because I had no strength left for more.
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I didn’t know how to react. In fact, I could not react. I simply held her body, which was as frozen as ever, hoping that this was no more than a bad joke that destiny was playing on me and that, at any moment, she would wake up. But that was not the case. During my waiting, the only thing that changed was the colour of our clothes and that of the melting snow that surrounded us. They had turned red. Blood red, I understood, my mind still clouded with sorrow. I was suddenly invaded by deep rage. I noticed the handle of the sword which stood out of her cold back and remembered that she had not died. She had been killed. “They have taken her away. They have taken her away from me.” I thought, perhaps rather selfishly.
And I then searched for a victim over which I could empty my rage. For somebody who would pay for her death. My eyes, which spit fire, swept through those who surrounded me. Through her sister, who was slowly regaining colour. The origin of her sickness was now gone. I later understood that that sounded logical. I then turned towards the blond man who held her carefully, but also protectively, defending her. I dismissed him too.
Only he was left.
If I hadn’t looked at him in the first place it was because I feared not being able to control myself. But it was useless. I looked at his stupidly innocent face, and his hands symbolically covered with gloves, fleeing from any accusation. It was him. He had to die.
I am Jack Frost and, as my name indicates, I have powers over ice. It seems that this also includes the ice associated with hatred.
Despite the rage that flooded me, I was able to deposit my beloved Elsa with care. I looked at her one more time, because I didn’t want to forget her. Then, slowly, I moved towards her executioner. I was in no hurry, as there was no place he could escape to anyway. From the corner of my eye, I saw how Anna and her companion went away on the sly. I was glad that they did. The one with the darkest hair had become immobile. His nervous eyelets swept his surroundings, probably planning his getaway. I laughed to myself.
“What’s your name?” I asked, once I had reached him. He became even more still, visibly surprised. “What?” he asked. I accumulated enough patience to calmly repeat myself.
“I have asked what your name is.” He still didn’t answer, “I only want to remember your name in order to have something more or less physical to hate for the rest of eternity, you know.” I shrugged, holding my staff over my shoulders. He swallowed.
“Listen, I… I only… I didn’t want to hurt her… I saved her, I saved her from…”
I exploded. “Dammit, I have asked you to tell me your name! What the hell is your name?!” I trapped him with my staff against the side of a boat.
“H-Hans! My name is Hans!” The fool seemed to be about to cry.
I sensed how thick and sharp hoarfrost sprouted from my hands, moving from the centre of the staff, from where I was holding it, towards its tip, which I held against Hans’ throat. In a matter of seconds, the ice would reach him and he would be killed by the same power which Elsa had had. I considered it more than fair.
But, in that same instant, I seemed to hear Elsa’s voice. “Stop”, she told me.
Her voice brought back the memories of these days which we had spent together, that seemed to be a lifetime by themselves, in the form of vignettes passed at the speed of light.
I remembered the numerous visits I had made to her frozen palace… When we first met… She had finally loosened her powers and it seems that, because of that, she became able to see me, at last. How happy did we feel to have one another! I felt such comfort to finally find somebody like me, who had gone through the same things as me, who had had the same fears and, well, who I hoped needed me as much as I needed her! I loved her. I loved her with all my heart.
At first I only visited her from time to time –every day, that is- but I soon went to live at her palace, as we both had the same necessities: nothing but each other.
We enjoyed so much challenging our powers, playing new games and bringing the traditional ones, such as a simple snowball fight, to new levels... I adored her, and there was not a single second in which I became tired of being by her side. And the best part was that she seemed to feel the same way. “We will never be alone again”, we repeated ourselves every day. And yet, how much did she doubt of herself, my dear Elsa! Her record must have been one day without worrying, as she could never stop thinking about her sister, her kingdom, the world in general. And, when Anna came back and informed Elsa that she was actually as dangerous as she thought, there was no way of getting her out those doors. She no longer laughed, she no longer played. She didn’t want to create a single snowflake more, and even asked me to stay away for some time so that she could control her magic. How hard did I try to deter her, knowing that solitude and fear can never cure anything! But she wouldn’t listen to me… until this very morning, only about one hour ago.
One hour. We had planned to escape together, like two stereotyped lovers, only that we would make sure that Anna was safe before we left, as well as Arendel.
Elsa never wanted to hurt anybody. Not even those men who nearly killed her. Not even Hans, since now I realised how easily could she have crossed him with a frozen sliver. But she chose not to do so. She preferred giving her life before taking away others’.
A millisecond before the spike of ice went through Hans’ throat, I withdrew my staff, panting with rage (which I felt rather for not being able to kill him than out of pure hatred) and the surprise that my own actions produced me. On the other hand, Hans held his eyes tightly shut and held his breath. I heard the hurried steps of soldiers, who approached after having witnessed the whole scene. “Too late” I thought, now with resignation. I turned towards Elsa’s body and kneeled beside her. She was still smiling. For a moment, I thought she was asleep and the crooked smile that she loved crossed my face, not without shedding a teardrop.
“I love you too, Elsa. I love you with all my heart. Forever” I whispered in her ear. And I left my last kiss on her forehead.