And the time has come for the end.

Such a bittersweet moment!

I hope you all enjoyed this story and I again apologize for the large break in the middle! Thanks for being patient and awesome. Ya'll are the best :)

Live long and prosper! (whoops wrong fandom)

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Disclaimer: I do not own Frozen.

"Did I ever tell you about the song I made up for Raven?" Anna asked Elsa.

"No, you didn't," Elsa smiled. Her smile faltered at Anna winced as a physician worked on the cuts and bruises on her. "I'm so sorry, Anna," she said softly, taking Anna's hand, trying to ignore the bandages that covered the heavy lacerations around her wrists. She raised her slender hand and gently touched Anna's cheek, examining the cut on her cheek.

Her chest clenched when Anna flinched away at her touch.

"Sorry," Anna recovered and grabbed Elsa's hand. "I'm fine. Elsa. I'm okay, I just… for a second…" Anna shook her head.

"I can hardly stand that you had to go through that." Elsa said quietly. "It should have been me."

"No!" Anna's eyes widened with horror. "No, no, no I couldn't have born that. It's alright, we're all safe now. Please Elsa, don't retreat into being upset about what happened. I need you." Anna's teal eyes were pleading, vulnerability clear on her face. She suddenly seemed frighteningly fragile.

Elsa took a deep breath. After everything that had happened, Anna did need her. Elsa had to be strong for her.

"I'll always be here," Elsa took Anna's hand. "And I'll be whatever you need. And you know what we need right now?" Elsa smiled.

"What?" Anna's face brightened with curiosity.

"Chocolate!" Elsa grinned.

"For the last time, you need to rest." Kristoff crossed his arms.

Anna hmphed and reluctantly sat down on her bed.

Kristoff sat down beside her.

"How are you feeling?" Kristoff wrapped an arm around the slender woman.

"I've never been better," Anna snuggled up against him. "But seriously, Raven was so awful, ugh I don't know how she even became like that."

"Tell me about it," Kristoff agreed.

They were silent for a moment.

"I was scared."
Kristoff let the words fall out of his mouth before he realized what he was even saying.

"I was scared I would lose you."

Anna looked at him.

"So was I."

She initiated the kiss, gently pushing her lips against his.

When they broke apart, both were blushing and smiling.

"Now, you need to get some rest." Kristoff's said, cheeks still red.

"Whatever you say, ice man," Anna grinned.

"Well, I do say that." Kristoff stood up and turned to leave.

"Wait!"
Kristoff turned back, surprised to see a trace of fear on Anna's face.

"Can you just stay for a bit?" she whispered. "The last time I slept in this bed…"

The last time she slept in that bed she had been kidnapped at knifepoint.

Kristoff practically sprinted back to her side.

"Of course."

"Why be apart when we can be together?" Anna murmured sleepily.

Kristoff smiled and settled back in his chair, happy to simply be with the one he loved.

"How's she doing?"

Elsa jumped and turned to see Kirk standing in the doorway of the kitchen.

"Anna?" Elsa clarified. Kirk nodded, running a hand through his thick honey brown hair.

Elsa sighed.

"The doctors said she's pretty dehydrated and suffering from some malnourishment. She's covered in bruises and cuts, but otherwise okay. With some rest and proper care, she'll be alright."

They both were silent for a moment.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Elsa said finally.

"Tell you what? That I'm immune to magic?" Kirk slowly sat down.

"Yes. That." Elsa's face became slightly harder.

"Why does it bother you?"

"Why can't you just answer the question?"

"Did I have an obligation to tell you?"

"Yes! You did! Because all this time I thought you really weren't scared by me, that you didn't care about my powers, that you valued me just for who I am! But instead I find out that it's just because I literally can't hurt you! All this has been a lie." Elsa's blue eyes were icy.

"I didn't tell you because that's exactly what I didn't want you to think," Kirk said quietly. "I didn't want you to think I only approached you because I know you can't hurt me. Which is not true, by the way. You're perfectly capable of hurting me."

Elsa raised her eyebrows.

"You're the queen. You can order to have my head cut off," Kirk shrugged.

They were silent for a bit.

"How did you find out?" Elsa finally asked.

Kirk's green eyes clouded.

"I am from across the sea. There was a war in my land. My house was set on fire with magic when I was a small boy. The magical flames could not harm me." Kirk turned away from Elsa.

"Your family?" Elsa asked softly, blue eyes wide.

"They did not escape. For a long time I wished that I could have perished in the flames with them. The loss was nearly unbearable."

"I'm so sorry," Elsa whispered.

"You once believed you were cursed to inflict pain on others. I felt that I was cursed to witness pain being inflicted on the ones I loved, helpless to do anything."

"I'm sorry." Elsa stared down at her hands. "But we've both discovered our 'curses' can be used for good. You saved me from Raven's spell. And you couldn't have done that if you weren't immune to magic. And you've helped me calm down several times."

Kirk lifted his head and smiled slightly.

"So am I off the hook for not telling you earlier?"

"Hmm." Elsa considered. "I wouldn't say off the hook." She stood up.

"Elsa."

"Yes?" Elsa turned.

"Thank you." Kirk's green eyes burned intensely into her. But it did not make her uncomfortable. Instead she found herself staring back into those emerald eyes, getting lost in the emotion there…

She pulled herself out of her trance.

"Would… would you like to go for a walk?" Kirk whispered as they drew closer together.

"I don't know if that's proper…" Elsa whispered back.

"I understand." Kirk took her hand, raised it to his lips and kissed it gently. He turned to leave.

"However, if you could escort me to my room…" Elsa stopped him. "And if we could take a detour to look at the paintings, I'm in the mood for some artistic contemplation…."

Kirk smiled and offered his arm. Elsa took it.

And once they were alone in the gallery, she took his hand in hers and held it without fear.