I'm a hardcore shipper PitchxElsa fan and no one can change that. SO no flaming, bashing and whinning about my Fave pair. Don't like it, exit silently.

But hey! I'm proud that I'm to have the first M rated PitchxElsa fic in english. ||^O^\\\ To tell the truth, this is pairing are the only ones I made that doesn't depict gore or anywhere darker. M because of lemonny goodness of one of the chapters.

I'm going to tweak some of the facts to go along with my story but I'll try to make it as near as the canon. And no need for disclaimers because the website already says it. I'm only going to say this just once, I give credit to Disney for Frozen and Dreamworks for Rise of the Guardians (of Gahool? XD Just kidding...)

(Even a little "good job" or "Yay chapter" on the review would be appreciated.)

~~Prolouge~~

Once upon a time, in ages past, where kings and queens ruled kingdoms of vast lands lived a royal family. Respected by all, loved by their subjects and held dearest by every kingdom, they created bonds and alliances not easily broken. Everything they cared and tended, even not their own, prospered. But they didn't have any children. In the queens act of desperation, she turned to myths and legends and one of them spoke of the man in the moon who had the power to grant wishes and revive the dead.

One bright full moon lit night, when her husband was fast asleep, she begged the moon for children. Somehow, it seemed that the moon heard her plea and blessed them with beautiful twin daughters. The first born was calm, intelligent and graceful. She was quiet, obedient and never spoke out of turn. The second one was the total opposite. She was over-enthusiastic, rowdy, talkative, high spirited and adventurous. Even though they were different as night and day, the two loved each other dearly, doing almost everything together. Until the older child showed unimaginable power, the power of snow, the curse of the winter. Fearing for the life of their child, they locked her up, kept most people out, trapping their cursed blond haired daughter and her normal twin within the confines of the castle.

One tragic day, both the beloved king and queen embarked on a journey to a neighboring kingdom to visit old friends, when a vicious storm destroyed their ship, the sea claiming their lives. Leaving the first born to rule the kingdom on her own. As both sister came of age, the two had bloomed into beautiful and stunning women. The eldest became the queen of the kingdom, while her sister ruled beside her. With the help of her sister, the queen tamed her powers. But all things went sour when the youngest of the two found love and married. Jealous of her sister's happiness, her powers became uncontrollable and slowly corrupted her. Why wouldn't she, not one single being had tried to win her hand even if it were just for the sake of an alliance or the throne. None of the kings, queens, princes and noble men had the courage to do so. Fearing her and her power, all looked differently on a family that would let the cursed ruler in their families.

One day her powers had finally taken their toll on her and almost cost the life of her the youngest sister. She was charged with assassination and high treason, forced to step down the throne and was put to death. But the loving younger sister knew, the cursed queen was not at fault. "Her heinous actions were made by the curse and not her." She desperately pleaded to the ministers, and so instead of death, she was banished into the icy northern mountains where she would live and suffer her horrible sins in seclusion for eternity. With unkempt rage and icy hatred, she left the kingdom to the welcoming embrace of isolation within her ice castle, gaining her the title "Snow Queen". Her existence erased from the records and history books, and was instead written as a legend.

Under the new queen's reign, the kingdom prospered and expanded. Time passed, things constantly changed and many wars bloomed and died. Kingdoms rise and fall, some changed into governments and some still prefered monarchies. The line of the snow queen became lost, some says that that fact was hidden even to the family as an extension of her punishment and to keep everyone thinking that the snow queen was just a part of old folk tales. But if you're brave and strong enough to trek the deathly path of the Northern mountains, you might get close enough to get a glimpse of her ice castle, and if your unlucky, you might get a glimpse of her. But once she gets a glimpse of you, you run better as fast your little legs can and pray to god, for only he could save you from her because she is the same as her powers: cold, merciless and deadly.

"Time for bed son." The mother cooed soothingly at her son as he tucked him into bed.

"Mom." The boy called onto his mother as he settled on his bed. "Is it really true?" The mother tilted her head in confusion, brows furrowing as she looked questioningly at her son. "The one you just told me? About the Snow Queen?"

The mother chuckled at his question, but took some time to think. After a minute, the mother smiled and caressed her son's cheek. "I don't know son. But they say some legends are based on truths."

"Is she the one making it snow every winter?" the child yawned at his mother who was about to take the candle that was stuck on the underside of a cup that was placed on the shabby cabinet.

"They say she does." She turned to the boy who was getting snugly under his ragged blanket. "Sometimes, she comes in a sled or carriage pulled, most of the times by snow white wolves, other times by pale white horses. Sometimes she takes the form a great white bird leaving a trail of snowflakes behind her, other times she takes the form of bees and her heart would take the lead as queen bee."

"When I *yawn* grow up. I'm going to *yawn* hunt the snow queen so that no one will suffer from the cold again."

The mother gasped in horror and shock. "Hans Christian ANDERSEN! That is no way for a child to talk." She scolded her sleepy son. "I don't want to hear any more of these nonsense."

"I'm sorry mom." The sleepy child managed to say in his state. "I thought you'd be happy."

She sighed and left the candle for the moment to sit beside him while he lay on his worn out bed. "My son." Her right hand placed upon his cheek. "Each story have different version of their own. You must find out what they are first before you judge each of the characters. Same in life, there are many sides in a story and for you to justly judge them and their actions, you must know all of them. Never judge someone by their looks and by what you hear of them. Do you understand?" The little boy nodded. She smiled at her son and kissed his forehead goodnight as he was lifted to a peaceful slumber.