She can't feel anything.
She is too numb, too exhausted, too tired. Her lungs are scant of all breath. Her limbs are close to their breaking point. Her vision is too blurry for her to see in front of her. Blood and sweat and dirt coats her skin.
Like the rest of her body, her mind is numb too.
She only has one objective, one goal, that she can remember. What she is supposed to accomplish is emblazoned into her like an instinct. She can't forget what she's supposed to do. Her body drags her to where she's supposed to go while her mind rots away.
So she collapsed at the gates of Arendelle's royal palace, whispering a name.
Elsa.
She's whispering for their queen.
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FLAME & FROST
FanfictionWord of Arendelle's Snow Queen spreads fast, the tale of her magic reaching many. It has an effect Elsa and Ana never would have imagined, attracting a different kind of visitor than they'd ever expected. It turns out, Elsa never really was as alone...
