"Father—everything is over—"
At the moment of his death, Arthas saw his father. He reached out, but he had no strength left. Terenas took Arthas's hand as it fell back and placed it against his own chest.
"Everything is over—
Kingship does not last forever, my son."
Before his father, Arthas closed his eyes forever. Watching Arthas die for good, Bovar could hardly believe it. He couldn't believe he had killed Arthas so easily. But once he recovered from the shock, he realized that perhaps Arthas had wanted to die. The wound in his chest was beyond healing. When Bovar pulled his sword from Arthas's chest, the motionless heart, which still glimmered with a faint blue light, was instantly burned to ash by a burst of Holy Light.
"Hahahaha! This is wonderful! Frostmourne is mine!"
Unlike Bovar, Galenbro had been transformed into an Undead by Arthas himself with Frostmourne, so he felt Arthas's death far more keenly. It was a sensation that struck straight to the soul, freeing him from the constraints of both flesh and spirit.
Galenbro ran toward Frostmourne, which stood beside the Frozen Throne, almost the instant Arthas died. But an artifact chose its own master, and Frostmourne did not accept him. The moment Galenbro grabbed it, the souls within the blade turned on him. He convulsed and collapsed to the ground.
Galenbro's actions gave him away. Bovar looked coldly down at him, curled up on the ground, and let go of his urge to kill him. He put on the Helm of Domination and took hold of Frostmourne. He was the Lich King now. Though the insignificant man before him had deceived him, he had also helped make him who he was, so Bovar decided to spare his life.
As he put on the Helm of