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.

There was a hesitant pause, and then he bowed and said, "I'll talk to you about it later, Your Majesty, when it is a more appropriate time." And with that, he left.

Elsa sighed.

Appropriate.

Things have never been 'appropriate' since...since it happened.

There was a knock at the door.

"Come in," she said, pushing aside her thoughts and putting on her cool, Queenly air.

She was surprised to see it was Kristoff.

At the sight of him, her eyes filled with tears as she saw the bags under his eyes - eyes that were etched with the horror they had all experienced. "Oh, Kristoff..." she said, after taking a moment to collect herself. "How's Anna?"

Pain filled his eyes even more - if that was possible. "She...she wasn't in bed when I woke up this morning," he said softly, his eyes ducking to the floor and staying there. His feet fidgeted as the word hung in the air between them, unspoken but clear.

The word Again.

She looked out the window again as if searching for the answers there. Truth was, they were all lost, but Anna seemed to be taking it the hardest. In fact, Elsa had barely seen Anna more than twice during the past month.

Elsa's eyes fell to the floor, then went back up to Kristoff.

His eyes rose to meet hers at the same time. "What do I do?" he said quietly. Elsa nearly broke down when she heard his voice, which was as fragile as glass on the verge of collapse.

"I don't know," was her whispered response.

"I...Pabbie shared some things," Kristoff said hesitantly, "during the whole fight up North, and...I've finally figured them out." He looked at her like he was terrified she'd freeze everything if he even mentioned the words 'up North'.

Elsa nodded, motioning for him to continue. "Please, continue."

Anna wrung her hands as the cold air bit deeply into her cheeks. The wind slapped her face, causing her eyes to water.

Or, at least, that is what she'd tell anyone that asked...if anyone was around.

Truth was, she was thinking about what happened up North.

More specifically, what happened with her and Elsa...

After directing her sister's ice back at her, Anna merely had to just think and a large stone instantly appeared in the air behind Elsa (large enough to knock Elsa out, but too small to do any brain damage).

It shot through the air towards the back of Elsa's head.

It suddenly disintegrated into a million shreds of ice. The shreds of ice split into two groups that moved around Elsa on both sides of her and then moved around to Elsa's front, merging into one group.

Then they shot toward Anna like knives.

Anna merely teleported herself instantly to beside Elsa and stupidly threw a punch.

Her hand literally froze midair.

Elsa turned toward her with a grin - but Anna saw that there was a conflict in her eyes as their eyes met.

Elsa's eyes dipped down to Anna's frozen hand.

Anna screamed as something invisible pushed down on her ice-encased hand.

Cracks began to form.

Oh, shit.

Anna gritted her teeth as flames began to lick around inside the ice.

Elsa frowned and tried to freeze the flames.

Anna smirked and focused all her power on the flames.

The ice burst out as large flames leaped around in the air around her hand.

With a swish of her wrist, the flames all twirled around until they formed one large fire ball and it then slammed into Elsa.

Anna screamed and collapsed to the floor, her head buried in her hands.

She thought she could do it - just knock Elsa out.

But instead she found herself desperately trying to kill her.

I can't do it. Can't be a danger to them.

She wrapped her cloak around herself as she slipped her way through the palace and out the palace gates.

It's better this way.

Elsa tentatively went down the halls, heading for the one place where she thought Anna might be.

Their parents room.

She drew a shuddering breath as she thought of her parents - her mother dead, and her father in an mental asylum.

She knew that being in their parents room wasn't going to help Anna in any way, but Anna refused to even be in the same room as her, like she did with Kristoff. It broke Elsa's heart as she could only watch Anna's suffering and not be able to do anything - even though she understood exactly what she was going through.

She had gone through the same thing with Anna.

Hopefully, what Kristoff had explained to her would help her.

According to what Grand Pabbie had told Kristoff, the Evil, thousands of years ago, had gotten into war with these guardians of their - humanity's - particular galaxy. The Evil had absorbed - like he had been trying to do with Elsa and Anna - all of the guardians, but not before one of the guardians had managed to send his magic and powers into the flute and sent it down to earth so that it would find someone worthy of being the next Guardian. The Evil had then went into hibernation for thousands of years, knowing that It would be awakened at a particular allignment of the stars, which was prophesied the new Guardian would appear.

Agnarr had stumbled upon the flute and, not realizing what it was, took it and gave it to his wife, Iduna, who was pregnant. The power entered her, but didn't make her the next Guardian. Instead it flowed through to their child, Elsa. It stayed dormant in Iduna, and when she became pregnant with Anna, the rest of the power seeped into Anna, more so than with Elsa.

When the stars aligned, the Evil awoken and, sensing who the candidates were and where, It went to Arendelle to get rid of them and everyone there.

Well, Elsa hoped it would help Anna in some way, anyway.

She knocked on their parents' bedroom door.

No answer.

"Anna?" she said, opening the door. "There's something..."

She wasn't there.

Oh. Maybe she's in her own room...for once.

So that's where Elsa decided to go look.

"KRISTOFF!"

Kristoff jumped out of his chair, his cereal spilling all over his front. "Argh!" he screamed. "Hot, hhoooottt!" He then turned to Elsa with a HUGE wince. "What is it?" he asked between gritted teeth.

"Anna's missing."

So...I know this isn't the happily-ever-after ending you were probably hoping for, but after all they went through, I didn't think it fitting to give them a happily-ever-after ending. I was trying to be realistic. I'm thinking of doing a sequel following Anna and the others as they are trying to find a way to cope through it all.

Anyway, THANK YOU everyone for reading and reviewing and just giving this baby your love and support! I hope you enjoyed it!

Until next time!