Alrighty here we have my new story here so let us get this underway and I do hope evyeryone enjoys. I was literally driving home from work when I was like IDEA! I had to work out the plots and all the ideas that I have and put it all together! So without further ado here we have chapter 1. For the record I do not own any of these characters.
It was rather cold up in the mountains, but then again that is what it's like when you are exiled as well: cold. Pitch wandered just about everywhere since his last battle with the Guardians. The battle which left him not believed in once again. It had only been a year since the incident, but he has managed to gather a few of his abilities back. He was right about one thing, there will always be someone out there afraid, and when he stumbles across it, he takes it. He is still not a match for any of them, yet. He stumbles across the large monument of ice and black sand. He remember that day all to well, it was where he had almost gotten Jack Frost to join him. Where he almost had him stranded for good.
His yellow eyes glanced over the powerful piece that still stood untouched. He smirked, "It really does go so well together. Sad to know it could never truly be combined. We could have been great you and I, but you just had to go and ruin the fun. Now it will be your turn to fall once again." his fingers traced along the hard material. He nodded his head towards it before turning on his heel. He glanced out in the distance, "Let's see what I have been able to conjure up over this past year. Let's make it a good one shall we?" he snickered to himself.` He molded with his hands, forming the once black sand that almost took over the world. He had a plan: Jack Frost and the Guardians will fall.
His sand took shape, but nothing like he had ever created before. It took on a more human like shape. Once finished he stepped back eyeing over his creation, "Almost perfect, though you still stick out like a sore thumb." He turned to face the monument once more, "It just needs a touch of Jack Frost." as he slipped into the shadows. His voice echoed, "Wait here my pretty, I shall return for you." The human shape of black sand remained still, eyes yellow likes it's masters.
Jack was soaring and leaping about through the night sky. Another day and another snow day for his home in Burgess. He paused above the city, perched high up in a tree. He slumped back admiring his handy work. A whole year had gone by already, and he had more believers than he had since he was last here. He let out a happy sigh, it felt amazing. He glanced up at the moon, "Thank you Manny. Just for everything." He knew he wouldn't receive a response, it was the man in the moons nature.
A small rush of wind made Jack sit upright in his spot. He glanced around, nothing seemed out of the ordinary. He held his staff more firmly, something seemed off the more he focused on his surroundings. He felt something tickle his hand, he eyed it, "What the...black sand?" He heard an echo of laughter surround him, he was now on his feet. He glanced around, "No way, it can't be." his body in a more fighting stance.
"Oh but why not Jack. It would be much more fun if it was."
Jack jumped down to the ground, his eyes wandering around, still seeing nothing. He glared, "If it is you, why do you continue to cower in hiding?" More laughter, "It is my nature Jack, or have you really forgotten me that easily." Jack growled, "What is it you want now Pitch?" Jack jumped around when he heard him approach, Pitch grinned, "Just thought I would stop by. It has been a year since we all have spoken last." Jack glared, "You just stopped by? Yeah I'm not buying it." Pitch snickered, "So serious Jack. Always right to the point now a days. I mean ever since you became a Guardian."
Jack glared, "With you, who wouldn't be. Now I will ask again, why are you here?" Pitch smirked, "I need something from you Jack." Jack rolled his eyes, "Well whatever it is, I am not going to help you." Pitch chuckled, Jack continued to glare, "Oh Jack, I need something from you and I intend to get it. Let us just do this the easy way and get it over with." Jack shot frost from his staff, Pitch dodged it. His eyes narrowed, "Very well, the hard way it is then." as he slithered into the shadows. Jack was on his feet ready for whatever Pitch was going to do. His eyes wandered about trying to find him, all he could hear was his voice and laughter taunting him.
Pitch maneuvered through the shadows with ease, he had to keep himself at a distance, he was still no real match for Jack. Jack spun around waiting for anything, "You know you can't defeat me Pitch, so why bother with all the fuss?" Pitch's voice filled the air, "It's simple Jack, I just need a small something from you. You won't even know it's gone." Jack growled, "And just what is that Pitch? What do you need from me so badly that you risk fighting me?" Then he felt a sharp pain to his back and he fell to his knee with a grunt. Pitch had used enough magic to form a bat like object to knock him down before he reappeared. Jack rolled onto his back, reaching for his staff, Pitch kicked it aside. Jack felt trapped beneath Pitch, "So now what, you aren't strong enough to kill me."
Pitch chuckled, "You are right about that Jack, but will be soon enough." Jack went to get to his feet, but felt a kick to his chest to pin him back onto the ground. He huffed and glared at him, Pitch chuckled, "Now, I will take what I need and be on my way." pulling out a small tube from his pocket. Jack eyed him curiously, Pitch then formed a small blade, his eyes wandered over Jack. Jack felt a little uneasy, "And just what do you think you can accomplish with that? I can't die like that and you know it." Pitch chuckled, "I do and I never said I wanted to kill you Jack, not yet anyways. Now this-" Jack yelped when he felt the blade scrape along his finger, "won't hurt a bit."
The knife disappeared and Pitch used the tube to gather up the dripping blood. Jack yanked his hand back watching it heal, "What the hell Pitch?" Pitch chuckled and tucked the tube in his pocket, "Until we meet again Jack, I thank you." as he slipped into the shadows again and vanished. Jack got to his feet and glanced around, "Ok that was weird." as he tried to process everything that just happened. He sighed and bent over and grabbed his staff from the ground. He glanced back to where Pitch was, "What are you up to this time you coward?" as he leapt into the air. He rode the wind to the North Pole, he had to inform North of what he just witnessed.
Back in the mountains, Pitch landed next to the monument with a grunt. His breathing was heavy, everything he did took a lot of work on his part. He was still very weak and grew weaker from his meeting with Jack. He chuckled to himself as he staggered to his feet. His eyes laid upon his latest creation, "This was so worth the risk and the pain. Now let us put the finishing touches to you my little pretty." as he pulled out the tube of blood. He stopped in front of his creation popping the small cork from it, his hands tracing along it's mouth to open it. He slipped it inside and backed away.
He watched the form writh and gasp before falling to the ground. He watched in awe as his creation took on it's new form. Black sand became pale white flesh that matched Jack's, long white blond hair fell from it's head and down it's back. It hugged its arms around its body rolling onto its back. Eyes shot open, those once yellow eyes became a dark icey blue. It's mouth parted open, gasping for air, a sunset color shaded them now. Pitch felt a smile creep along his face, his creation was now complete. He walked over and stood above it, "Rise."
The blue eyes glanced up at the voice and did what it was told. Pitch eyed his creation: a woman of ice and snow like Jack, but had a heart of black sand like her master. Pitch brushed his hand against her cheek, "Very pretty indeed. Those fools will never know what hit them." Her eyes met his, as she found her voice, "What am I?" He was entranced by her voice, he really outdid himself this time, "You are what is going to bring down Jack Frost and his pathetic freinds my dear." She stared at him, "Why?" Pitch chuckled, "Don't worry, you will be taught all you need to know. Now come my dear, we will head back home now." as he draped his cloak over her shoulder to cover her. She nodded and followed him. Pitch felt a small victory, he glanced up at the moon, "I'd like to see you do better old friend. It's your move now."
At the North Pole, everyone was rushing about like always. Jack managed to slip past some of the Yeties, but was spotted by the normal Phil. Phil had dragged him along to see North after Jack insisted it was important. Phil heaved Jack inside the shop, North was busy humming along to a tune in his head when he was thrown through the door. North smiled, his voice booming, "Ah Jack Frost! Good to see you my friend. What brings you here?" Jack got to his feet, "I thought it was cool if I were to come and go like the others." North laughed, "Ah you know Phil, likes to give hard time to you. Like old times. Come sit." he ushered him in.
Jack followed, "Well actually I do have a reason for stopping by." North leaned against his desk, "Go on." motioning with his hand. Jack nodded, "Well I had a strange visit this evening, from Pitch." North's expression frowned, "That's impossible Jack, he's been lost to the shadows since we defeated him." Jack shook his head, "I thought so too, until he showed up in Burgess. Said he needed something from me and took it actually. Though he was obviously still very weak from the fight." North stroked his beard, "Interesting, what was it that he wanted from you?"
Jack shrugged and ran his hand through his hair, "He wanted blood. Never thought him to be a Dracula type freak all of a sudden." North got to his feet, "How much did he take?" his tone serious. Jack shrugged, "I don't know, he sliced my finger, filled a small tube and vanished." North nodded, "Hmm, interesting. Did he say what for?" Jack shook his head, "No, just that he wanted that and left. Not sure where though." North sighed, "Well whatever it was, don't stress over it until we know for sure." Jack sighed, "But why blood North?" North glanced back at him, "Jack, we are immortals, our blood is different from the rest of the world. It carries special traits within it's DNA, not something to play around with. If Pitch wanted yours specifically, it doesn't sound good."
Jack slumped down in a chair, "Then what should we do?" North shrugged, "Nothing, there's nothing we can do, but wait. Let us see what happens, see what it is Pitch is planning. Just don't worry so much Jack, Pitch isn't able to do anything like he could before. It will take him years to regain even a taste of what he once had. Now go, I will call if anything pops up." Jack nodded and got to his feet. He went towards the door and left. Once he was outside he took off, "I sure hope you're right North."
Pitch had made it back to his lair with his new creation. She had glanced around at her surroundinds, still very unsure about everything. Pitch faced her, "Now my dear, welcome home." She glanced back at him, "Home?" Pitch chuckled, "My apologies, I may have been able to create you, but I'm afraid I lack the ability to give you knowledge when creating you at the time." She nodded, he chuckled, "No worries, you may have human form, but your heart is of a fearling. All you need to know is what your so called heart tells you." She again nodded, listening intently to him.
Pitch walked over towards a closet, he brougth back some clothes, "Here, do what you want with them. You do have abilities of ice and snow thanks to Jack Frost's blood, but will have dark intentions once I've helped you." She took the clothing and eyed them, she felt her hands maneuver and the clothes changed. Pitch watched her in amazment, the pants once old and worn, became a shimmering silver, and the shirt that was stained and torn, became a dark blue having ice sequence patterns along the bodice and the sleeves were sheer almost making the dark blue lighter in color. She removed the cloak that Pitch had given her. Pitch's eyes glanced away for a moment when she did. She pulled on her new clothes and looked at him, "How is this?"
He looked back at her and grinned, "Perfect, you will be very irresistable to Jack. Now my dear we must give you a name." She perked up, he thought a moment before responding, "You remind me of a legendary snow queen. She was incredibly powerful and had your beauty and abilities, though you are slightly altered. Elsa. That is the name I give you." She smiled, "Elsa. I like it." Pitch grinned, "Good, now for your tasks. I will explain everything, though it will take a lot out of me with what little strenght I have. Once I do this, you must do it." She nodded, "Okay." Pitch approached her and pressed a finger to her chest where her heart was. She gasped feeling his power flow through her. He pulled back, "Your heart will tell you everything you need to know. It is what makes you, you. You now know everything you need to know, plus everything else. Now go my dear." as he went back into his chambers.
Elsa felt his power, they were so dark. She felt her mind filled with endless information now. She knew what she had to do: find Jack Frost. She glanced back to where Pitch was before she made her way out on her own. She may have the heat of a fearling, but she felt something that didn't come from Pitch. A smile spread across her lips and she went on her way.
Alright here is the basic stuff for this story so far lol I am playing around with this but don't worry I have ideas and a plan for this lol. So yeah let me know your thoughts and hit me with a review. I will see you all next chapter. :)