the palace in the distance, only now it's run down, boarded up and partially burned.
behind the curtain was the frieze of the romanov family. the moonlight hits the portrait with a ghostly glow.
her smudged face and boy's clothes. dmitri's hands come into frame, wipe off her face with snow and them pull her hair off her face. anya does, truly, look pretty.
dancers in bright costumes leap across the stage.
the majestic tatiana, flanked by sophie and her sisters and backed by several large guards in uniform.
the princess anastasia. but not anya.
sees rasputin.
the city below as she falls. dmitri emerges from the grid below and grass her, holding on to the back of her dress.