Elsa's P.O.V.
Hans was chained directly in front of me, only a few yards away. Yet, he seemed so distant. I could fire when I was ready. But somehow, I wasn't. Some part of me didn't allow me to freeze him to solid ice.
His head drooped. He must feel defeated. I readied my hands to fire. I glared at him. But then he looked up. His eyes brought me back to who I really was. Those entrancing and hypnotic eye that once looked at me with . . . hatred and lies.
"Your sister is dead! Because of you!"
"You . . . forgive me?"
"You do want them, right?"
"What were you thinking?"
"I want to be forgiven like you do . . .
So tell me you meant to kill her."
"I meant to kill her." With one swift movement, I turned around and shot a blast of ice. The last thing I saw was Henry's evil grin before he was frozen solid.
