Prologue

The abandoned sanctuary was cold and dark. The only source of light was the dim sunlight that seeped through the stained glass windows. Cobwebs and dust were the source of evidence that showed how old this place was and that it's been years since anyone stepped through the doors. It was perfect for Pitch because no one was here to bother them. Him and his new apprentice. No one would even think of coming to this place. Not even those who were considered a threat to him. It made his initiation with her much easier.

Never before had he imagined that he would stand here face to face with the ultimate weapon that could bring a whole city to his whim. The first time he had given her his offer, she set off a blizzard that could've turned into an eternal winter. It was his way of showing her how little control she had of her powers and how much she needed his help to learn to control it. Although she had run away in the beginning, he knew it was only a matter of time before she came running back to him. Now here she was, standing before him ready to become the apprentice he had hoped for.

"I must admit," he started, "I've had my doubts. You've had yours as well. But all that is behind you now, isn't it?

"Yes." His apprentice didn't make eye contact with him, but the answer was given swiftly. With almost no hesitation. Almost...

"You belong to me now, correct?" He continued his interrogation. The shadow figure had to be sure his apprentice wouldn't betray him and that she would remain loyal to him and only him.

"I do," she answered again.

This time there was no hesitation, which pleased the dark one. There was no sign of emotion either in her voice other than anger. Anger from the betrayal she felt when the Guardians disowned her. And Pitch smirked because of it. It made things easier for him. He didn't even need to make an effort to turn her against the Guardians. They already did that on their own. Luck was in his favor this time.

The apprentice was clad in a black spandex suit that hugged her curves well. It was paired with a leather corset that had four buckles to hold it in place around the apprentice's slim torso. She also wore black combat boots and black leather gloves to conceal her hands. Of course it wasn't because her powers needed concealing now that she had better control of her powers. It was merely a part of her new outfit. Her platinum hair was braided loosely, dangling over one side of her shoulder as usual. Pitch wanted her to change her hair by cutting it, but she insisted on keeping it because she knew keeping her hair would serve as a reminder to her new enemies who she used to be: their friend. She wanted them to remember that she, too, used to be a Guardian. Because of this, Pitch agreed to let her keep the hair.

"From now on until your last breath, will you serve me and only me?" Pitch continued.

"I will."

"You promise to obey each and every one of my command without fail?"

"I will," the apprentice promised.

"And without question?" He asked as he formed a knife from the black smog that floated around his palms, ready to cut himself.

"I will."

The dark one sliced the blade through his palm and blood the color of ebony seeped through his new wound. "And will you fight by my side forever?" He asked as he held his cut hand out to her.

Without answering, she looked at his bleeding hand. It was hard to tell if she was hesitating or if she was simply afraid of what she could be getting herself into. Pitch didn't like it, but he ceased to show any signs of concern from it.

After a short moment of silence, the apprentice proceeded to remove her leather glove and held out her exposed hand to him. "I will," she finally answered.

Pitch smiled as he dragged the blade across her clean palm. It cut through her milky white skin like butter and left a thin crimson mark. She didn't flinch at all like he had expected her to. This made the nightmare king smile because he knew she was much stronger than the last time he had trained her. When he first started training her, she was a lonely and scared little girl who couldn't control her own powers. Blinded by her own fear, she ran away like a coward from everyone. But thanks to him now, she had full control over her gift. Over the course of her training, she grew stronger. And now she was his apprentice.

The boogeyman held her hand with his cut hand so that their wounds were pressed against each other. There was a sting from the direct contact of the wounds but neither one of them were bothered by it. This would bound him and her together forever as master and apprentice. No one would be able to change that.

But Pitch wasn't fully convinced yet. He needed to make sure she knew where her loyalties lied and there were no lingering feelings for her friends that would lead her to betray him. Although they were bound by blood, he had but one final test for her to prove she was truly the apprentice he wanted. And to prove she no longer affiliated herself with the Guardians, she needed to succeed.

Once their blood binding was over, Pitch pulled his hand back and sealed his wound with his wound with dark magic. "Now my dear apprentice. Although you have made a covenant with me bound by blood, I have one more test for you to prove to me you are the apprentice I've been looking for."

The apprentice looked up him, waiting for him to reveal his test to her. "Will you destroy the Guardians?"

Silence again filled the room. But it was much more brief than the first time. The blonde one looked down at her cut, now tainted black from Pitch's blood. She watched as the cut closed up and left a faded scar across her palm. Once her palm was completely healed, she curled it into a fist until her knuckles were white and her first was shaking.

"Elsa?"

With one brow raised, she smirked as if she she had been waiting for him to ask that question. There was so much hatred in those piercing blue eyes of hers. Something he didn't think she could ever show. It was rather daunting to him. Although his apprentice was smiling at him, her gaze was as cold as ice.

Holding that smirk, she answered."I thought you'd never ask."

Author's Note:

Now before you get any ideas….NO! This is not a Pitch X Elsa fanfic. That is one ship that makes me cringe more than the Helsa ship. This is merely an opening to my fanfic. I know it doesn't make a lot of sense as to why Elsa would work with Pitch but I promise it'll make a lot more sense as the story progresses.

This story was inspired by the elements of Terra's story from Teen Titans. Also a quick warning that this story may contain the following: Violence, sexual themes, and blood. This story is NOT considered child-friendly. If you are sensitive to such genres then please refrain from reading.

Since that is out of the way… THANK YOU readers for clicking on this story! I hope the story meets up to your standards! I love Jelsa so much, I had to eventually start writing. It's been awhile since I've written fanfics so I decided to use my OTP as my muse to try and get back into it after over two years of writer's block. :')

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