Elsa's Pov
(A/N Ok Bob, Kevin, Stuart. Start the flashback.)

"Dad! I'm heading over to Vannelopie's! I'll be home at 9!" I called to my dad as I grabbed my bag. "Make that 8!" I heard dad call back. "How about 8:30?" I asked dad as he walked into the room. Dad can be a bit overprotective sometimes. I don't blame him. Ever since Mom died, he did everything to keep me safe. He even taught me some self defense maneuvers. "Deal. But no later than that." he said kissing my forehead. "No problem. Bye love you." I called as I walked out the door. "Love you too Elsie!" he called back. Vannelopie's apartment was only a few blocks away from my house. So I usually walk. The sun was halfway gone when I was halfway to Vannelopie's apartment so that's when they turned on the street lamps. As I walked, I had this really weird feeling like someone was following me. I shrugged it off and continued walking. Then a really strong arm grabbed me. I tried to scream, but whoever was attacking me put a strange smelling cloth over my mouth and nose. My eyelids grew heavy and I blacked out.

I woke up to voices arguing with each other. I couldn't make out what they were saying because I was too drowsy from the drug that they used on me. I tried to lift my arms but they were tied to a chair along with my legs. "Hey! She's up." I heard a gruff voice say. I saw a man with grayish skin and jet black hair also dressed in a black suit come towards me and held my head to face him. "My, what a pretty face you have. Hard to believe that you're the police chief's daughter." he said. I jerked my head away from him. "Who are you? Bad breath?" I snarled. Some of the people in the room laughed a little. The man turned around and all of the goons shut up. "You've got spirit. I like that. It might keep you alive. For a while." the man said with an unreadable expression on his face. "You still haven't answered my question." I said watching his every move. Dad taught me that if I ever face an enemy that I need to fight, I should always look for weaknesses in my enemy. I watched this man move around me. I look for signs of broken arms or limps in his walk. Nothing. There wasn't any weaknesses in him. "Oh forgive me, I am known as Pitch Black, leader of the well known Nightmares Gang." he said bowing with sarcasm. "I know about your gang. You're the coward that killed my mom!" I yelled at him. I felt a sharp pain in my eye. I realize that he punched my face. "Speak like that to me again and you'll never see your father's face again." he snarled at me. "Oh, that reminds me, we need to call daddy and let him know that you're with me." Pitch said grabbing a phone and dialing my dad's number. Pitch put it on loudspeaker.

"Hello? Who's this?" I heard my father's voice in the phone. "Hello Adgar. How's life?" Pitch said. "Pitch! What is the meaning of this?" dad yelled. "Oh I just called because a little someone you know and love would like to talk to you. Say a little something to your father Elsa." He says smugly. "Dad! Don't do anything he says! Even if he kills me! Just don't make any deals with him. Just know that I will always love you." I said before some of Pitch's goons grabbed me and dragged me away.

The first few days of staying strong and enduring the punches they all gave me, I decided to plan my escape. At first, I tried screaming for help. That plan backfired when the goons taped my mouth shut. Then they decided to move me to a different location. That was my opportunity to escape. And the men escorting me had to limp everywhere, and they weren't the brightest lights on the Christmas tree if you know what I mean. I think they we're called the Stabbinton Brothers. I didn't really care, I just wanted to get out of there. I kicked their weaker legs and kicked their faces. I ran like my life depended on it. Which it did. I kept running until I came to a nice neighborhood. I thought about going to one of the houses and having them call the police force. I ran across the street. But halfway across the road, a car screeched to a halt. The adrenaline rush I had to escape had completely drained and I blacked out.

(A/N Ok minions. Stop the flashback. Not like that! Oh boy. I'll do it myself.)

"And so that's my story. That's how I ended up on that road." I said finishing my story. "Wow. That's terrible. But your escape was awesome!" Emma said sitting up on the bed. "I'm going to call your Dad and let him know that you're safe." Jack said standing up. "No! It's not safe! While I was there, I saw the equipment that they have. They could be tracking my dad's phone. If you called dad, then Pitch could track your phone and come here and kill us. We need to lay low for a while. At least until I can contact dad in a safe way." I said grabbing Jack's arm. "She's right Jack. It's better to be safe than sorry. That's what you always say." Emma said. "Alright. You can stay with us for a while." Jack said smiling at me. "But what about school Jack? Elsa can't stay here alone. It's not safe." Emma asked. "Don't worry about that. I'll just talk to Aunt Fiona and explain everything to her and bring Elsa with me. The university is the safest place for her in this situation. There are tons of people there. The Nightmares wouldn't be stupid enough to go there and look for Elsa. Plus it's the last place that they would look." Jack explained. "Ok. I'm likin' the game plan." Emma said. "Ok. It's settled. You will stick with me until we can get you home." Jack said. I smiled at the both of them. "Could I borrow some clothes for the night? I need to get cleaned up." I asked. "Oh right. Sorry I forgot. Be right back." Jack said walking out the door. "Hey Elsa? Do you think that tomorrow you could show me some fighting moves?" Emma begged me with puppy eyes. "Sure. I'd be glad to." I said. Jack walked back in. "Here's a clean shirt and my old basketball shorts." he said handing me the clothes. "Thanks. Hey Emma? Could you show me where the bathroom is?" I asked. "Yep. Just follow me." I followed Emma to the bathroom. I went in and closed the door. I started the shower and got in. I started singing.