God leaned forward, and as if he read her mind, he spoke:
"... But Elsa, of course you don't remember. Did my sacrifice mean anything to you? Absolutely not. You spent years locked up in that room. Trying to control what you deemed a curse. Nothing else mattered; not your sister, but worst of all, not me. [A pause] It breaks my heart to do this, Elsa... but yes, I am all about love, kindness, and forgiveness... if you're alive. It's too late for you, Elsa. You've had your chance."
A gaping hole crumbled beneath your bare feet: It was pitch black, resembling Hell in every aspect imaginable. The flames licked your toes, searing the flesh from bone, your nostrils filled with intense sulfur, enough to make you gag as the cries of the damned filled your ears. It's your new eternal home: where the worm dieth not, where you shall be tormented day and night forever and ever.
The Lord God of Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob leaned back. There was nothing else to be done.
"Depart from me, ye cursed, into everlasting fire prepared for the Devil and his angels."
... And Elsa dropped.