Y/n dragged her feet through the snow as best she could, only lofting then when forced. Her head was down and eyes downcast, not bothering to look back on where her Andar had been laid to be saved.

Sven looked back sadly back at Arendelle, then at Kristoff and Y/n, noticing that only Kristoff had stopped to see why he was still lagging behind. Fed up with Y/n's sudden apathy, he ran in front of her, blocking her path.

"What is it?" Y/n asked.

Sven tried to push her back to the castle by taking a few aggressive steps closer.

"Hey, watch it!" She stopped backing away once he saw that it was an act and not rabies or something that would otherwise cause the reindeer to act out. "What's wrong with you?"

He growled, then shrieked a few times, jerking closer to him.

"We don't understand you when you talk like that," Kristoff said sternly.

"I do! But it's not gonna work!" Y/n yelled at the reindeer. "We're not going back, got it?! He's with his true love!"

Sven tilted his head downward and looked up at Y/n, knowing full-well she did not really believe that. Even Kristoff looked at her in disbelief. "You don't really believe that, do you?"

"Of course I do! Or I wouldn't have left him there! Besides, it's his only chance!"

Kristoff sighed, letting Y/n sit in her emotions for a bit. She took a moment to debate on what was really best for Andar and whether that meant leaving him for good. But the wind picked up, cutting off her thoughts.

"What?" She shielded her eyes with her arm as she turned to the direction of the wind. Over Arendelle, a cloud of snow swirled around it, moving in closer. "Andar..." she whispered and began sprinting back.

Sven ran alongside him downhill with Kristoff next to him. He boosted Y/n up, then jumped on next to her. "Come on! Come on, boy!"

-

The ceiling began to ice over. Andar glanced up at it, but was unable to move anymore.

The door began to shake as somebody unlocked it and began to open it. Andar glanced up, barely able to lift his head. "Help..."

It opened with a carrot in the lock and a giggle. Olaf reached up, taking it back, and shoving it back into his face. But he gasped when he saw Andar on the floor, still shivering. "Andar!"

Next to him, he saw the fireplace. He ran to it, throwing wood in it. Screeching, he realized that his arm was in there and took it back. With a piece of wood, he struck up a flame and set the logs on fire.

"Olaf!" Andar managed to shout, looking up worriedly. "G - get away from there!"

But Olaf, still fixated on the dancing flames, whispered, "Woah...so this is heat...I love it..." He reached out, instantly jerking his hand back. "Ooh! But don't touch it!" He waved off the flame and ran back to Andar, pulling him up and helping him to the fireplace. Once they were all in place, he asked, "So, where's Hanna? What happened to your kiss?"

Andar grabbed for his cape, pulling out closer around himself. "I - I was wrong about her...it wasn't true love..."

"But we ran all the way here," Olaf said, not able to believe that anybody could not love Andar.

"Please, Olaf, you can't stay here," he said instead. You'll melt."

"I am not leaving until we find some other act of true love to save you." He sat behind him, facing the couch, before asking sheepishly, "Do you happen to have any ideas?"

"I don't even know what love is..." Andar admitted.

"That's okay! I do!" He fixed his cape and rubbed his shoulder. "Love is putting someone else's needs before yours. Like, you know, how Y/n brought you back to Hanna and left you forever."

Andar paused, then looked at Olaf in surprise. "Y/n...loves me?"

He walked around back to the fire, water now dripping off the side of his face. "Wow, you really don't know anything about love, do you?" His carrot began to droop off of his face. He pushed it back up, barely paying any mind to it.

"Olaf!" Andar cried. "You're melting!"

His eyes softened as he looked at him fondly. "Some people are worth melting for."

He smiled sadly, but as his face began to slide off, he pushed it back up with his hands, squishing it. "Just maybe not right this second!"

The window blew open, causing Olaf to yell and the prince to hug himself for warmth.

"Don't worry! I've got it!" Olaf ran over, climbing up to rest the window. He looked back at him as he closed it, calling, "We're gonna get through thi -" But he stopped when he saw something, opening the window back up. "Oh, wait. Hang on. I'm getting something..." He broke off an icicle and bit off the tip to look through it. With a gasp, he cried, "It's Y/n, Kristoff and Sven! They're heading back this way!"

Andar hopefully looked up, a little surprised. "They are?" He really had thought that her friends - and love? - had left him forever, unwittingly, into the arms of his murderer. So it was a relief to hear that they were coming back for him.

"Wow, they're really moving fast." Olaf put the icicle down, a little disappointed. "I guess I was wrong. I guess Y/n doesn't love you enough to leave you behind."

Andar tried to pull himself up, his hands on the ground to push. "Help me up, Olaf. Please."

"No no no no no!" He jumped over the couch, rolling back into his feet to stop Andar from getting up. "You need to stay by the fire and keep warm."

"I need to get to Y/n," he corrected.

"Why?" he asked, genuinely not catching on. But his face lit up. He began to bounce in place and flap his arms, squealing, "Oh, I know why! There's your act of true love right there! Riding across the fjords like a valiant, pungent Reindeer Queen!" He used his head to give him a bit more of a push up.

Stopping in the hallway, Olaf gasped when ice crackled over the ceiling. He shoved them up, Andar slipping on the ground from the ice. "Look out!" he cried as they scrambled to get back up, panting their way down the hallway. But more sharp icicles stopped them. "Uhh, back this way!"

Andar blinked at the ice. It all began to sink in that this was his sister. All of her fear and stress, cultivated into thick, sharp, deadly chunks. Still, he could not bring herself to hate her; she was his light in the storm.

Turning, he came face-to-face with the symbol of Elsa: ice right in his face.

"We're trapped," Andar stated, huddling closer to Olaf. He kept his eyes on it, his mouth opening a bit. Trapped in her fear. How ironic, considering it was his fault for causing this mess in the first place. For a girl who had not really loved him, rather than the one who did.

The windows frosted over, trapping them without any light.

-

Elsa sprinted through the blizzard, holding her hand up to search for Andar against the wind and snow. She spun around, moaning in desperation while her cape nearly enveloped her, before running off again.

-

The frosted window broke out, collapsing to the snowy streets of Arendelle. Olaf climbed out, steadying himself quickly on the rooftop. He looked back to help Andar, holding his hand.

"Slide, Andar!" he yelled over the wind.

With a deep breath, he let himself go, crying out as he slid. Olaf followed suit without hesitation, landing next to Andar as a round ball with snow. "We made it!" His voice was muffled and congested with snow. He shook it off, back to his normal proportions, before following him into the blizzard. "Go go go go go!"

He continued to trudge on, forcing. Squinting out, he looked out for Y/n, knowing that she was on his way back, but not knowing how far out she was.

The wind blew stronger, ripping Olaf apart. His parting words before he was sucked into the blizzard were, "Keep going!"

"Y/n!" he called, still struggling to walk, not knowing that his voice was carrying out to her.

Through the storm, he heard a voice reply. He looked up as it called out, "Andar! Where are you?!"

He saw her hands crack and freeze over. He hugged them to her chest. "Don't give into the ice..."

"Andar!"

"Don't give into the cold..."

"If you can hear my voice, hold on, Andar!"

"True love..."

"Andar!"

-

Turning around, Elsa saw Hanna behind her. She gasped and tried to run away, but realized she had nowhere left to go.

"Elsa!" the traitorous princess shouted. "You can't run from this!"

She shook his head and looked back, holding up a hand to protest. It quickly dropped; all that she had left was to plead. "Just take care of my brother," was it with a crack in her voice and tears beginning to brim her eyes.

"Your brother?" she asked, as of ridiculous. "Be returned from the mountain, weak and cold. He said you froze their hearts."

Her eyes grew in desperation. "No..." she tried to defect, not wanting to hear any more.

Hanna took advantage of her vulnerability, continuing on with a look of pain. "I tried to save him, but it was too late. His skin was ice; his hair turned white."

Not a look of melancholy, but one of blankness. Feeling had left her eyes, not as emotionally empty, but as processing.

To hammer it home: "Your brother is dead. Because of you."

As it finally hit, she turned away from Hanna, the weight of her grief literally dragging her down. "No..." She fell to her knees, her hand to her forehead. The snow clouded before dissipating completely, leaving the people off Arendelle to look out at the sudden halting of the storm.