Reborn

Epilogue

Some time later...

Kristoff shot up in bed, glistening with sweat. He swung his legs over the side of the bed and leaned forward, resting his forehead in his hands with a sigh.

Still the same nightmare, he thought resentfully.

The same nightmare that had been haunting him and everyone else for the past few months after the huge battle with the Evil up North.

He turned to cuddle Anna.

But her side of the bed was cold and empty.

Why do I always forget? he berated himself as he slumped back onto the bed, sprawled out. She never sleeps in our bed anymore.

Couldn't bear to be in the same bed with him, let alone the same room, due to her newly discovered powers and how she had tried to kill him.

Kristoff stared at the ceiling, though he didn't really see it, as he went over what had happened for the millionth time.

The flute was blown.

It was a long, mournful note.

Kristoff skidded to a stop, but not before he crashed into the 'wall'.

There was a loud screech, a burst of white light...

The Evil screamed, glowed bright red...

People seemed to pop out of It and look around, bewildered.

The Evil seemed to shrink, almost like it was being shoved into an invisible box. It pushed and shoved, fought against whatever was causing it to shrink.

Then there was an almighty scream that would paralyze anyone who heard it to be paralyzed with a sick dread and fear.

Then there was a huge blast of air and light, knocking Kristoff off of his feet.

Kristoff pressed the heels of his hands into his eyes in a vain attempt to stop the rest of the memory.

But it still came.

After he recovered from the blast, Kristoff had laid eyes on the person responsible for blowing the flute.

Not only had blowing the flute caused the Evil to combust, but it had severly burnt the person who had blown it so much that the skin was scorched red, and covered in blisters.

The smell of cooking flesh smashed into his nostrils, as fresh as it had been all those months ago when he first saw the person.

He leaned over the side of the bed and heaved onto the floor.

Gasping, tears ran down his face as he remembered who had blown the flute.

Iduna.

Elsa stared out the window, hands clasped infront of her. It was a beautiful day outside...but that was the last thing on anyone's mind.

She kept staring at the charred ruins and broken buildings in Arendelle that she could see from her vantage point.

Staring at them like she wished that she could simply wish them away.

As well as the mutilated body of a woman who had been identififed as Tanya.

I'm so grateful that her baby survived as well as Mr and Mrs Owens. She sighed as she thought of all the other inhabitants of Arendelle that had been killed.

Of course, she felt a level of sadness at the news that Hans had survived.

"...Your Majesty?"

Elsa jumped slightly, having forgotten that Kai was talking to her. "Yes, of course," she agreed to whatever he had asked her, hoping that he would buy that she had been listening the whole time.