Frozen - Anna's Perspective

Anna Dies

The window rattles, shakes, and Olaf and I use our combined strength to send it toppling in the snow. Too weak to stand much longer, I tumble face-first out the window and down the roof, landing softly in the snow.

The cold is terrible; it seeps through my skin and settles in my bones. Trembling, I get up. Cold wind lashes at my body, my cloak snapping in the wind. I stumble through the snow and onto the frozen lake.

A strong gust blows me to my knees. I hear Olaf scream, "Hang in there!" but he doesn't help me up. Turning and shivering, I find that he's been blown away by the wind. Fear and loneliness seize my heart, and I desperately want to go back and search for Olaf, but I force myself to turn and go on. I need to get to Christoph--in this state, searching for Olaf would be fruitless and be most likely to kill me. So, I keep going, though I feel like a jerk doing it.

My hands feel so, so cold. I look down--they are encased in ice, the fingers blue.

They are frozen.

I am frozen.

"Your sister is dead." I can't place where the voice is coming from, but then I hear gentle sobbing. The wind and sleet stop. The cold does not.

Then, ahead of me, I see Christoph, racing towards me.

But I hear a sword being unsheathed. Looking sideways, I see Elsa crying on the ground, with Hans raising his sword, about to stab her.

I look back at Christoph one more time. Framing him in my memory forever, because I don't have the time to kiss him. He can't get to me in time.

I launch myself sideways with my last shred of strength. I know what I have to do: I have to put my body between Elsa and the blade, and my sacrifice will save my sister.

It's worth it.

I leap in front of Elsa and throw my hand up towards the sword.

My vision is tinged with blue. My face is encased in ice.

A rush of cold.

Then, nothing.