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Here is one one the final scene of the movie. I tried to rewrite it well... It's Hungary's point of view here. I think she may be a little out of character here.

Human names used again, the officials, and Nataniel goes for Iceland and Aleksander for Norway.

Enjoy !

It was so cold, so cold she couldn't feel her toes anymore, nor even her feet. She was starring at the starry and cloudless sky, counting the stars while she hummed slowly, with some white vapor escaping from her purplish lips. She didn't hear people stir around her anymore, only the noise of the water manhandling the castaways scattered in the ocean. She shook Gilbert's hand in her, as if it was the buoy which hung her up to life. This cold hand prevented her from falling asleep, there, on this broken door floating on the water.

He had sworn that the lifeboats will come back to them; he was sure that they'll be safe and sound, both of them. But she didn't believe it anymore. Long minutes had passed by, maybe hours, she didn't know, and she didn't care. The only thing she cared about was this cold. This cold, which surrounded her, drilled her skin, causing every inspiration to be harder than the previous one.

Before, it was only screams and tears, all around them. All, they swam; they moved their legs, cried for help. Corpses were deprived from their life jacket, those without one panicked, leaning on those who had one. Elizaveta was lucky, being with Gilbert. The albino found this door, a little away from the rest of the passengers. Leaning on this wooden panel, Gilbert in the water by her side, she waited, for help, for redemption, for an assistance, which would maybe never come.

Shouts and pleas had stopped; silence had been made little by little around them. She couldn't even hear Nataniel's whistle anymore, who was attempting, like the others, to call for the lifeboats. Elizaveta wondered for a moment why people were silent, but she chased away this macabre thought, not wanting to admit the reality. And then, a bright light caught her eyes. A lantern. A lifeboat. Help.

"Is there anyone alive? Does anyone hear me?"

A weak smile appeared on her face. She turned around and waved the hand which tightened Gilbert's one. Her heart skipped a beat when she saw the as pale as a corpse face of the albino.

"Gilbert? Gil… Gil, the lifeboats, they're here, they're coming for us… Gilbert!"

She shook him unceremoniously, while tears began to block her view. Like a china doll, Gilbert didn't move, didn't smile, didn't frown, did absolutely nothing. He kept this impassive mask, this lack of expression which didn't suit him at all, giving the impression that he slept. A sleep without dreams.

"GILBERT!"

Elizaveta began to shout at him, her voice raucously and weakened by the cold, as if raising her voice was enough to wake this human being, dead from the coldness, which she always held firmly. She even struck him, as if a slap could take him out of this lethargic state. She didn't want to admit it, but still. The voice faded away, with the lifeboat, with her only chance of survival.

"I won't give up, Gilbert. Goodbye."

Whispering those words, Elizaveta kissed the albino's cold hand before pushing aside the stiffened fingers which enclosed hers. She let him go, and watched the corpse sink in the ocean, inexorably pulled towards the bottom, his white hand seemed to tense towards her in a dumb and unconscious appeal.

Raising her head towards the boat which went away, she shouted after them, hailing them, trying to catch their attention. But there was nothing to do, they were going away, the light took off on the ocean, leaving her alone in the middle of the bodies of all these people.

"Is there anyone alive? Does anyone hear me?"

Of course she heard them! They were the deaf ones here. Angry, she dived into the cold water, held by her too big life jacket. Trembling like an autumn leaf, she begun to swim, stirring in this ice-cold water which bit her skin, hurting her, as if a thousand of knives stabbed her at the same time. Moving forward with difficulty, she hung on to the wooden chair which Nataniel was holding, his snow-white face as motionless as Gilbert's, whistle still in his mouth. Her heart ached a little and she took away the little whistle before blowing inside, as hardly as she could, her life depended on the sharp whistling which it produced.

"Turn back!"

That worked, the light went to her, dazzling her. She whistled, again and again, running out lungs, we could only hear her and her whistlings, whereas the boat approached her. She didn't stop until they reached her side.

She left the chair, approaching the white shell. She crossed Aleksander's dull blue glance, before she was raised up in the boat by another man. Tino put a blanket around her shoulders, worrying about her state. She didn't answer, and raised her eyes towards the Norwegian which held his lantern, aiming at the ice-cold body of his brother. She had neither the strength nor the wanting to pronounce any word of comfort, as she was also upset. Elizaveta held out an opened hand to Aleksander, in the hollow of her palm, the metallic whistle.

Then, she leaned on the cold wood, repeating that song which Gilbert whispered her on the deck of the ship he had joined in the deep ocean.

"Come Josephine,

In my flying machine,

Going up she goes,

Up she goes."

Thanks for reading, and again, feel free to point my mistakes !