"No right, no wrong...

No rules for me...

I'm free..."

Elsa panted out the words that she had belted so jubilantly before, now whilst tugging Kristoff after her on one chain and Anna''s ice sculptured form on another. Consequently, she was climbing the same snow-peaked mountain as before.

Kristoff, meanwhile, sang almost silently to himself:

"Let them go

Let them go

It'll haunt you if you don't let them go

Let them go

Let them go

She is ice and he was snow."

Unfortunately, Elsa could still hear him over the wild wind, and she replied, also in song:

"You won't care

In another day."

She dropped the chains that she was holding and turned around to face the city below.

"LET THE STORM RAGE ON!"

Kristoff found himself curling into fetal position with his cheek nestled numbly in the snow. Elsa stalked over to him and hoisted him to his feet by the collar of his coat. "The cold never bothered me anyway," she spat bitterly. "You know what else never bothered me?"

"What?" Kristoff hazarded.

"Being alone." She lifted a jagged piece of metal- a shard of Hans's sword -and poised it over Kristoff's heart.

"Is that why you brought me with you?" Kristoff asked hastily. "You killed all the others. You must not want me dead. Anna wouldn't want me dead."

Elsa huffed a bit and, to Kristoff's shock, dropped him back into his pathetic spot on the frozen ground. His hand landed in Anna's. He didn't move it.