Queen Elsa

“Pitch.” I snarl, narrowing my eyes at his form, his black figure contrasting sharply against the pure white snow. He laughs, slowly advancing toward me, but something white and cold stops him.

“Not so fast, Pitch.” a warm, familiar voice says, and I feel something funny at the pit of my stomach, like butterflies taking flight.

“Frost.” Pitch says disdainfully, and I find myself looking at the man in front of me. His back is facing me, but I can see his silvery-white hair, disheveled as usual. He wears a blue jacket, with brown pants to match, but what I long to see is his blue eyes. His ice blue eyes that seem so cold at first but is really so soft and warm and kind. His eyes.

“Jack?” I find myself whispering, and even though the wind is blowing and the blizzard is still at full speed, he hears me.

He turns around, and his blue eyes meet mine, and I feel so many emotions running through me. I think it makes the blizzard stronger, but right now, I don't care. All I see is him, and those amazing blue eyes and I forget everything that is happening around us. My arms are wrapped around his neck, hugging him, not caring if he's cold as ice. His coldness is somewhat familiar to me, and I like it. His arms are around my waist, and I close my eyes, cherishing this moment. Letting myself enjoy his embrace.

It ends too soon, though, too soon as we hear Pitch's voice, “Love. Disgusting.”

Jack tears himself away from me, reluctantly, and faces Pitch, “You are going to pay for this.”

Pitch walks around us, seeming lost in thought, when suddenly, he disappears into the shadows. Jack growls, his blue eyes darting around, searching for Pitch. I look around as well, hoping to find the slimy scoundrel, when all of a sudden, Jack shouts, “Elsa, watch out!” and I am thrown to the side, the wind getting knocked out of me.

By the time I get up, I see one of the most horrendous sights of my entire life. Pitch is standing over Jack, looking really smug, his gray lips curled up into a triumphant smile.

Jack lies at his feet, unmoving. Is he dead?

No. He can't be dead! Can guardians even die? I don't think so. He isn't dead, right?

But he lays there, still and not moving, and that's when tears start to prickle my eyes. No! It cannot be! Pitch starts to laugh, looking at Jack's body in victory.

Anger, red hot anger, fills me and I feel my hands get colder. I'm starting to lose control, and I know it. The blizzard gets heavier, the snow falling thicker, making it harder for me to see. But I can see him.

Pitch, still laughing proudly, just standing there and laughing, completely unknowing.

And I close my eyes, hold out my hands... and let it go.

I open my eyes, not able to see anything but white. That's nothing new, really. But I see Pitch, lying several feet away from me, clutching his chest. He wheezes, and writhes on the ground. I wonder how much damage I made.

I watch him, until he stops and my anger subsides. What's left of him is nothing but his black shroud, his body turned into tiny black drops of ice. He disappeared!

I did it. I finished him off. He is gone, for good! I never thought I'd be happy about finishing off someone, but I do. A smile makes its way upon my face, but that's only momentarily. I look around, and I can't see Jack. What the? Where is he? He was right here moments ago. Oh, goodness, please don't tell me I lost him! I can't! I finished Pitch, did I accidentally hit him too?

Monster. The word repeats itself inside my head again and again, and I start to get overwhelmed. Am I really a monster? Did I just... kill Jack?

No! Stop this, Elsa, you need to find him, I tell myself, so I start looking around. Emotions are bottled up inside of me, and I feel my stomach churning. The blizzard falls harder, as I start to lose control again, and I fight hard to regain my control but it doesn't work.

I walk blindly, for what seems like hour, until I can decipher a figure. Jack?

But no. It's Hans. I don't want to see him, knowing that Pitch is controlling him. But wait!

I just defeated Pitch! Maybe Hans is a good guy after all. “You can't run from this Elsa.” he says when he sees me, and I stop moving.

I hold my fringe away from my face, “Just... take care of my sister.” I tell him. Maybe Hans did love Anna. He just forgot about it because Pitch controlled him. I hope he does love Anna. Because Anna deserves to be loved, and she deserves to feel loved. I love her, but she never felt it, and she mistook it as me shutting her out.

Anna just needs someone to love her. And that can't be me. I'm a danger to everyone. I hope Hans can give her the loving she deserves.

“Anna?” Hans starts, “You're sister came back from the mountain, weak from cold.” What? No, this cannot be happening! “She said you froze her heart.” Hans says again.

I froze her heart. Yes, I remember that, but I didn't think it is this bad. Isn't there a cure, or something? Hans' next words literally drained the life out of me

“You're sister is dead. And all because of you.”

No. No, no, no, no, no!

I sink to the floor in a crumpled heap, so weak and exhausted. The blizzard stops, I know that because every emotion. She can't be dead! No! Did I just kill... my own sister?

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I love you guys:) thanks for all your support! Sorry if my updates are less frequent, I actually have a life(even if that seems unlikely) lol! I've been busy with Writer Games, trying to defeat a boss battle with my brother and watching recordings of Wicked... and school is about to start for us again(ugh!) so yeah... I will still continue this, don't worry!

Xx, Erica

PS, I leave you with a video of  Aaron Tveit singing Run Away With Me to the side ---> It's so swoon-worthy, i could melt! IMAGINE JACK FROST SINGING THAT TO ELSA!!!!!!!! THE FEELS!