"You died."
"I... What?" It takes a moment for you to absorb this information. "But... I'm alive. I'm fine! I'm not dead! I'M ALIVE!" You begin to hyperventilate, your thoughts spinning out of control.
"Calm down (Y/N)," Elsa urges you. "I know this is hard to hear, and the whole thing is really complicated. If you just calm down I can try to explain it to you. Please (Y/N), I don't want to put you through anymore pain. I-"
But you don't hear what she says, the sound of her voice drowned out by a buzzing in your ears. Images flash across your eyes and sounds flood your ears as the room begins to spin, and once again everything goes dark.
...
After thanking Pabbie effusively the group turns to leave. You catch Elsa's eye and she smiles at you, setting your heart alight. Your joy is doused however as you see Pabbie gesturing to you. "Go ahead," you tell the others. "I'll catch up in no time." When you and Pabbie are out of earshot of the others Pabbie draws you close, whispering softly.
"You saw those images," he tells you, leaving no room for denial. "They were not from your life, not from this one at least. They were from some other life."
"What do you mean?" you ask, confused. "What other life? What do these memories mean?"
"I cannot know for sure," he answers solemnly. "You are a unique individual (Y/N). Your future is shrouded. Whatever these memories mean, it will almost certainly be something vitally important. I will continue to search for answers, and if I discover anything I will contact you as soon as is possible. But be careful young one. Your destiny is unclear, and that is dangerous, both for you and those around you."
"I understand Pabbie," you tell him. "Thank you." After a solemn nod from the old troll you run off to catch up with Elsa and her family.
"So what was that about?" Kristoff asks when you reach them.
"Pabbie wanted to make sure I was alright," you answer, making up a lie on the spot. "He wanted to make sure I was okay with my memories, knowing the bad things that happened to me. Honestly though, I'm just glad to know who I am." But you aren't really sure you do know. You won't really know until you find out what Pabbie meant when he talked about "another life". But then Elsa looks at you with her beautiful eyes, and all such thoughts leave your mind.
You walk up to Elsa and she smiles at you gently, taking your hand as you all head back home.
...
The next week is pure bliss for you, as you spend every moment possible with Elsa. As Queen she has many responsibilities, but she takes as much time out of her busy schedule as possible so that she can spend it with you. You eat together, read books together, practice magic together, and simply enjoy yourselves together. You both feel so natural together, like you understand each other like no one else can and can tell each other anything. The highlight of your day is when you get to see her, and though she doesn't like to admit it, you know that she feels the same way.
On the last day of the week you are reading a book alone, engulfed in the adventures of the tale's swashbuckling hero. Right when you are in the middle of the action your vision is blocked by what you soon realize is a pair of hands. "Hey there (Y/N)," you hear Elsa's soft voice in your ear. "Care for a stroll?"
You gladly accept, letting her lead you out into the palace gardens. Once there among the beautiful flora Elsa relaxes, wrapping her arm around yours and leaning her head against your shoulder. You both stay like that for some time, walking through the gardens, holding onto each other.
"I love you," Elsa finally whispers, looking up at you hesitantly.
"I love you too," you reply, beaming with joy to finally hear those words from her. You've only known each other for a little over a week now, but it has felt like an eternity.
"I still don't feel right about marriage so soon," she whispers. "But I want to be with you for the rest of my life (Y/N). I want you to be with me forever. So if, sometime in the future, I wanted to get married, what do you think your answer would be?"
"Yes!" you laugh, giddy with joy. "My answer to that question will always be yes! We could get married right now or I could wait a hundred years, but I want you Elsa, for time and all eternity."
She jumps in excitement, laughing as she kisses you passionately, a frigid kiss that nonetheless feels like heaven. You kiss her back, adding an element of heat to the kiss as you wrap each other in your arms, your joy and elation translating into passion.
Suddenly you hear windows shattering, breaking the kiss in your shock. In instants you are surrounded by dozens of soldiers, garbed in armor decorated with what you recognize as the standard of the nation of the Southern Isles. "What is the meaning of this!?" Elsa exclaims, icy energy swirling around her fingertips.
"Arendelle is now under the authority of the Southern Isles," one of the soldiers declares, his more colorful outfit calling him out as the leader. "King Hans sends his regards." The nearest soldiers charge you, only to be frozen solid by a blast of cold. More soldiers charge through the doors and you blast them with fire, the more fortunate ones on the edges of the blast escaping with minor burns, while those in the center of the blast are charred beyond recognition. "Kill the sorcerers!" the lead soldier shouts. "On the order of the king!"
Ice and fire shoot from Elsa's and your fingertips as you engage the soldiers in battle, the foolish men charging forward only to be tossed aside. They might as well attempt to battle a blizzard or a volcano. It probably would have been safer. As it is, morals are tossed to the wind as survival became your primary drive, you and Elsa fighting off the attacking hordes, working together in perfect synchronization, as if you can hear each other's thoughts.
But the synchronization breaks as the twang of crossbows is heard and you feel several impacts, one in your leg, another in your arm, and three in your torso. "No!" Elsa shrieked, a blast of icy energy freezing everyone and everything within sight, including the crossbowmen who shot you. Everything except you that is, as your body is too hot for the ice to stick. The crossbow bolts light on fire and disintegrate from the heat, but the damage is done. You are bleeding out, your precious life force spilling out into the ground. Elsa tries to use her powers to stop the bleeding, but your body refuses to cool down, and any ice she attempts to place evaporates instantly.
"Please don't leave me (Y/N)!" she cries. "Please! I love you! Don't leave me now! No, it can't end like this!"
The light faded from your eyes as your life flashes in front of you. But right alongside all of your memories you can see memories of another life, a very different life, but still the same you living it. An entire history existing alongside your own, with another you that is YOU in essentially every way. But before you can figure out this strange conundrum the last of your life fades away, and that life ends with you lying bleeding on the ground, the love of your life crying frozen tears over your corpse.
...
You wake up from the memories confused, shocked, and horrified. "I died!" you whisper, unable to understand. "But... how is any of this possible?"
To be continued...