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Arandelle, 1815.

It'd been a year since Elsa had regained her sister's trust and had brought back summer to Arandelle after freezing it solid. Everything was back to normal and all was well.

Elsa and jack spent majority of their time together; they would meet up in the castle grounds, he would help her with her duties as Queen, and they would, as always, spend time together in Elsa's room together at night.

Even though Elsa had mended her relationship with Anna, she was still weary of the idea of telling her about Jack. In her view, the magic of their relationship was in the secrecy of it all, and exposing it to even her loving sister felt breaking an unspoken promise.

So the days of the year passed as they met in total secrecy, their magical love unseen and unnoticed by all those around them.

For them, everything was perfect as they sought to spend most of their time together, putting aside the reality of the situation; that all good things must come to an end.

None was ready to face the tragedy as soon as it came, but they could do little when fate intervened.

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It was one of those winter nights where Elsa was unwillingly left alone by Jack as he travelled the world to spread winter. He did not want to leave, but he knew as well as any other that he had to.

Elsa lay in her bed covered with blankets, watching through the open window at the sparkling stars, recalling the time when Jack had taken her West to engulf them in that beautiful sight. She yearned his presence desperately. She lay awake, awaiting Jack's return, though she wasn't sure when that would be. Loneliness grasped at her heart without having the hovering presence of Jack near her. She sighed as the night went on, seemingly endless.

Just as sleep came to invade her, a looming dark figure outside her window caught her eye. Abruptly shaken awake by the thought of Jack's return, she shoved away the blankets and went to look outside the window. Frowning upon not being able to see anything, she went back to bed. She swore she saw something.

Just as she was about to shake away that thought on account for wishful thinking, there was a loud thud on her door. Alert, she sat upright. Who could it be, in this hour of the night, she thought.

Using the most regal and demanding tone she could muster, she called out, ''Who is it?''

Silence.

Confused, and alarmed, she looked around the room. Nothing was different. The sleep which had momentarily came to visit was now washed away with alertness and adrenaline pulsating through her veins.  For safety, she froze the lock of her bedroom door, preventing anyone's entrance.

Upon hearing the sudden echoes of a booming laughter, all sleep and weariness vanished as she stood upright in a fighting stance, ready to unleash her icy powers.

Right before her eyes a wind started to blow inside her room, visibly black and sandy, surrounding her in a circle from all sides. she spread out her arms and spun with the wind, letting out streams of ice, in an attempt to freeze it, but as soon  as it touched the pitch black sand, it melted away.

Fear tore at her heat, but she kept her composure as the laugh resounded in her ears. She frantically looked around and racked her brain for a way to call for help. No one could hear her all the way up to her room, Jack wasn't near either.

Then suddenly, the laughter stopped, and dead silence took over the room. The sand still circled her, wisps of sandy strands whipping out toward her, but did not come close. The sand suddenly gathered all in one place, and materialized into a single form of tall, lean man standing before her , with sharp eyes and pitch back features.

Her heart beat wildly in her chest. Mustering up courage, she said, ''Who are you?'' She stood p straight, her voice sharp and demanding, very much unlike how she felt on the inside.

Instead of answering, the man allowed a smile to spread across his features, baring jagged white teeth, a sharp contrast to his appearance otherwise. He paced her, and looked at her with an unnerving gaze. Elsa's head throbbed with anger, but she retained self control. She wished ever so desperately that Jacked was by her side.

With a small laugh, the man replied with a sharp, menacing voice, very much like his unsettling gaze, ''Some people call me Fear, children call me the Boogie Man, but I'd much rather you call me Pitch.'' 

''What do you want?'' Elsa demanded.

''Oh dear, why so curt? Let's sit, have a nice long chat why don't we?'' He gave her a devilish smile, resembling a sneer.

''Answer me or I will not falter in hurting you.'' She warned, extending out her arm, ready to strike if need be.

Pitch only laughed.

''Oh my, should I be scared?'' He said mockingly, his smile widening.

Elsa was feeling increasingly scared and comfortable. How did he get in? What is he? What does he want? Is he a spirit like Jack? The spirit of ... fear? All these thoughts swarmed Elsa's mind.

Her hand facing facing Pitch, she let out jagged spikes out of her fingers. ''I said, answer me. I will not ask again. Who are you and why are you here?''

His demeanour remained unchanged when he answered, ''Let's start from the beginning shall we?'' He waited for Elsa to say something, but she stood still, glaring at him.

He continued, ''There are many spirits like us out there. There's North, the spirit of Wonder; Bunny, the spirit of Hope and New Beginnings; and so so many more. You yourself are aware of the presence of one, too,'' he paused to give that same horrid grin. ''Jack Frost.''

Elsa's heart skipped a beat. She tried to hide her shock. She did her best to retain her calm and collected demeanour, but failed miserably. she listened intently to what Pitch had to say.

''The Man In the Moon gave us power, but we are only at the height of our power when we are believed in,'' Pitch paused for a laugh. ''And my dear, I am here to thank you for believing in me when no one else did.''

Elsa couldn'thelp it, with a sneer she let a stream of pointed shards of ice flow from her finger tips, in an attempt to impale him. But just at the last moment, he dodged, and the shards embedded themselves in the wall behind him.

''I never once believed in you!'' Elsa shouted. ''What on earth are you talking about?''

Pitch picked himself from the ground with a laugh, seemingly unscathed. ''Oh dear, but you did, so strongly too.'' He paused to give her a pointed look. ''The fear that had consumed you since the day you struck your sister, till the Great Thaw last year, who do you think fed it? You had fear in your heart, Elsa. All I did was took away your fun, and your family,'' Elsa screeched and let out another stream of ice targeted at Pitch, this time piercing through his arms and face. He stumbled back and hit the wall. Without allowing him a second to regain himself, she charged at him and cuffed his hands above his head to the wall behind him, sticking him place. She grew a sharp spear in her hands and almost shoved it into his throat. Her eyes burned with unshed tears, the oldest wound in her heart opened to raw, ice cold air.

''It was you!'' She bellowed. ''You killed my family, and yet you have the courtesy to come to my face and declare it out loud proudly? I should kill you right now, right here, but I won't. Because I am not a monster. Though I do intend on hurting you very much.''

Pitch had the nerve to laugh, right in her face. Elsa sneered and anger boiled inside her.

''Oh, but you were a monster weren't you?'' He spat. ''Have you forgotten the time you struck your sister a second time? In her heart? The time you almost killed Hans and his men? You are a monster, Elsa. Don't deny it. I made you that monster, Elsa. I am the spirit of fear, and no one felt fear as strongly as you did. It was easy to control you, to make you into whatever I wanted. I followed you, Elsa, I have been watching since that fateful night in the moors, among the trolls. Of course, I never allowed myself to be seen, but I was always with you, feeding your fear, urging it to grow every day. And I succeeded too, and I was in hopes of establishing an alliance with you, for my future plans. But last year, when your sister saved you, that was a insurmountable mountain in my path. And that, my dear Elsa, is why I am here today.'' With a jerk, he let his hands free, and grabbed Elsa's hand, snatching the spear from her.

She cried out as she fell to the ground, but stood up as quickly as she fell. Fuming with anger, she grew another spear as she saw Pitch break the precious one. ''Why are you here now? I'm not afraid any more. Why did you decide to show yourself now, please, enlighten me?'' She demanded, the sneer never leaving her face.

He grinned at her his devilish sneer, ''Well, if that's the case, how can you still see me? No matter how much you choose to deny it, to make yourself believe that you're not afraid anymore, a small part will always know you're lying. No matter the fear is, it is still there.''

Elsa was sick of this man's bantering, so with one swift motion of her hand she drove a hundred or so spikes through the air, all targeted at Pitch. As fast as he was, he still could not escape their icy wrath as most of them embedded themselves in various parts of his body. 

With a hiss, he opened his own arms, summoning a black cloud of black stand and unleashed it towards Elsa. She tried to shield herself with a wave of ice, but some trails still escaped from the sides and grasped at her hands. The sand pulled at her hands and pushed them downwards till they hit the ground, hand cuffing her. It broke her concentration and the icy wave fell down. Her breathing was rapid, and she tried her best to think of a way to escape.

As Pitch stepped over the glassy shards, making his way towards her Elsa had an idea. She covered her hands and the black sand with the fabric of her dress, and ever so slowly began freezing the cuffs. It was hopelessly difficult as the grains kept escaping her icy powers, but she managed to freeze it little by little. Hopefully, her plan would work.

Pitch started talking again, not paying her much mind. ''The world is now in a... What would you call it? Horrid situation right now. Outside your little kingdom, and that of Corona,the majority of people are suffering. Every man's, woman's and child's fears are growing, for whatever reason it may be.'' He paused as he started pulling out the shards of ice embedded in his arms, his sight and attention fixated at his task at hand. Elsa, on the other hand, was succeeding in freezing the hand cuffs, and was just focusing on keeping them in that state for a short while. 

''What ever the fear may be, '' he continued, ''it is going stronger than ever. Do you know what that means, my dearest Elsa?'' He finally raised his gaze to look at his and give her a subtle smirk. ''It means I am at the peak of my power. It is time for this this peaceful era to come to an end, and for my reign of terror to start. I am ready to begin The Dark Ages.''

''What does any of that has to do with me?'' Elsa asked, the ever growing fear gripping at her heart. Just a little longer...

''You, Elsa, my dear,'' Pitch started, the smile on his face growing, ''are the most powerful woman, aside from the spirits, and whether you believe it or not, you have the capability of saving this world from my ruthless nightmare. A prophecy I read not long ago states that 'a Guardian of ice and snow will bring your rule to an end,' ''

Elsa's face was devoid of colour and emotion as she out the pieces together. Her heart throbbed, beating violently in her chest.

''And how can I start my new era without eliminating my worst threat?'' He paused again, bringing his face nearer to Elsa's, baring his teeth in a horrid smile. ''Dearest Elsa, I am here to kill you.''

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With a cry Elsa ripped her hands free from the grasp of those cuffs, and brought them up to meet Pitch's face in a sharp slap, freezing hi face upon touch. Pitch fell back with a hiss, and without an intsnat's delay Elsa stood and started covering him in a shroud of ice. She covered him with layers upon layers of unbreaking, crystal like ice, trapping him completely to the ground. 

A few minutes passed, and she started to struggle in keeping him in place. Pitch had started to summon wisps of black sand from his place under the icy shroud, and they whipped at her hands ad face, breaking her concentration little by little. Seconds later, Pitch broke through the multiple layers of ice, glassy shards flying all around the air.

Pitch stood up sneering, and willed the sandy trails into one giant wave and sent it straight towards the stumbling Elsa. She tried her best to meet that wave with one of her own walls of ice.

Neither of them said anything as the duel went on. Elsa twisted and turned to meet each new wave of sand with her own missiles of ice.

As time went on, she was unwillingly tiring; she was human after all. The previous day's weariness caught up to her. Her attempts at keeping the sandy trails at bay were becoming increasingly meagre by the second.

Tears streamed down her face as she readied herself for her end. Anna, Kristoff, Olaf, and lastly Jack; all these faces went through her mind. She was so sorry she couldn't save them all from the Dark Ages, that her fear had finally gotten the better of her. She had finally failed completely failed at saving her beloved Anna. She cried as wispy trails of sand grabbed at her hands, but she continued her resolve, for only a little bit longer.

''Where is your beloved Jack now, Elsa?'' Pitch mockingly asked from the other side, followed by a menacing laugh.

She cried, let out a sob and called to Jack.

''Will you stay with me forever?''

''Always,'' he had said. 

She cried as the memory replayed in her mind, mocking, laughing at the irony and at her cruel fate. It replayed endless times. She knew it wasn't his fault, and neither was it her own. But she couldn't help but blame her weakness, she shouldn't have let fear control her.

Jack, she thought. Come back to me Jack, please, I need you. Please, one last request, Jack, please.

The wispy hands grabbed at her arms and pulled them away, breaking her concentration once and for all.

And as she was swarmed with the black sand, Pitch's laughter reverberated in the background, she shouted in broken hopes for someone to help her.

''Jack!''

The black grains surrounded her, blinding her in their pits of darkness. The grains blocked her air passage and started to suffocate her.

Unbreathing, thrashing and flailing through the sand, tears streamed down her face. Elsa's life drained out of her with one last memory of the white hair boy and the night he materialized before her after conversing with her on the frost covered window.

Hi.

It was all it took to change both their worlds forever, and possibly, destroy them too.

With one last cry, she was gone.

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aaahhh please dont kill me! 

but one chapter is still left.. stay tuned! their story is still not over!

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