There she was. Just like last time, she stood facing away from Jack, gazing out to the horizon. The jutting cliff upon which she stood, stuck out from the mountain like the bottom lip of a sulking child. Her slender figure was silhouetted against a backdrop of orange, pink and crimson sky. A long white braid lay coiled between her shoulder blades, rising and falling with every breath, like a sleeping snake. Jack hurried forward, staff in hand. He was sure that tonight he'd finally be able to talk to her. Every night for a week, he'd revisited this very cliff with the roiling water churning beneath them and seen the same woman. Never once had she turned to face him. Never once had she uttered answer that would satisfy his questions. Who was she? Why was she up on that cliff top? But most feverishly he wanted to know why she visited him in dreams.

Being careful not to alarm her, Jack hovered over the icy rocks and moved closer. Her dress was entirely made of interlocking snowflakes that sparkled in the evening light. The long braid was a similar colour to Jack's own white hair, if not even purer. He was now an arm's length away. The woman still stared pointedly ahead, unaware of Jack. Brushing his spiky blond hair from his eyes, he inhaled deeply and laid a hand on her shoulder.

She spun around. Jack flinched back, as if he had been struck. Her eyes were navy blue slits, they seemed to try and suck out Jack's very soul. Bloodless lips hovered inches from his, the blue tinge made him think of the river into which he had fallen as a child. His gaze roved across her dark features, drawn irresistibly back to her cat-like eyes.

Jack opened his mouth a fraction. All the questions teeming within him fought to escape, faltering only as a small voice asked, "Elsa, what are you doing up here?"

Jack sprung round, a diminutive girl with two ginger plaits framing each of her rosy cheeks scampered forward. She moved swiftly over the ice, toward the woman. Jack expected to hear a kindly greeting from the elder of the sisters, but was surprised when none was forthcoming. It was obvious that the woman bore no love for her. Without warning, she jabbed her spindly arm at the child. A burst of ice shot from it, striking the child's head. She tumbled, head over heels until landing in a heap. Jack tried to reach her but talon-like claws wrenched him away. With a look of evil content etched into her face, Elsa glared deep into his eyes. A faint fluttering started in Jack's heart: hatred.

Jack felt a firm hand on his shoulder. It shook him violently from side to side, forcing him from the cliff top, and away from the murder. He struggled, already knowing it to be in vain. Every muscle in his body was taunt, to the point where it had become almost brittle. Blinking once or twice to clear his frosty vision, Jack awoke. Finding himself curled up tightly on a pile of snow, Jack realised he was not alone. North's gigantic face leered down at him, his sparkling eyes narrowed with concern. It was his bear-like paw that had awoken him but Jack could spare no anger toward him at the moment. His thoughts burned hotly at the thought of this 'Elsa'.

" How're you feeling Jack? You were shouting and screaming blue murder, are you alright?" Despite, his rough demeanour, North spoke with a gentle voice that slightly unnerved Jack. Hastily sweeping his hair from his clammy forehead, Jack saw Tooth hovering behind him and Bunny behind her. He nodded in answer. Wringing his hands anxiously, Jack searched around for his staff. He saw it concealed within North's bulky fur coat, the abnormal bulge was tall and hooked at the end.

" Hey North, can I have my staff back? I hope you were planning to give it back to me, right?"

" Of course I was!" Said North in an indignant voice before quickly dropping back into the tamed, friendly one,

"Your dream was about Pitch, wasn't it? Is he back? Is he planning anything?" Tooth cringed a little, as if recalling their last encounter with Pitch Black, the Bogey Man. Jack hesitated slightly and didn't answer him. Oblivious to Tooth's discomfort, North continued,

" Was there black sand in your dream, any at all? Tell us Jack!" Slightly befuddled Jack thought back, but couldn't remember anything that would hint at Pitch's intrusion.

" No, it wasn't Pitch. It was a woman," Jack swallowed down hard, suppressing the torrent of rage building within him,

" She had powers- ice powers like mine. I saw her stand on a cliff top and… this small girl, who I think was her sister, came running over. The woman, s-s-she struck the child, I tried to help… but you," Jack jabbed an index finger at North,

"…dragged me away before I had the chance."