Outside the Frosty Window
Pitch Black tapped his toes, impatiently waiting for the boy to appear. He had a plan; one with fear. Oh yes, fear, and plenty of it. Just enough, perhaps, to make Pitch's dream—or should it be called nightmare—come true.
Jack Frost reluctantly floated into Pitch's domain of darkness. Damn, you can barely see a thing in here, he thought.
"Pitch!" Jack called into the darkness. "Come out! If this is another one of your lousy tricks, I'm not falling for it!"
"Ah, Jack Frost," said a grim, amused voice. "Such a fierce, brave boy, isn't he?"
A light, dim but acceptable, lit up in the middle of the cave. Pitch Black stood below it. Somehow, he looked weaker, a lot weaker, from when the Guardians last saw him. Lost in his own fear, Jack realized.
"What do you want, Black? Why'd you call me here?"
"Oh, nothing, Jack!" Pitch said. "I just felt I should check up on an old…friend."
Jack laughed. "Friend? Fat chance!"
Pitch joined in the laughter. "Oh yes, what a fat chance it is!" With a smile glued on his face, he floated up to Jack, with lack of ease. "I called you here, Jack, because I have something for you."
Staff at ready, Jack flew back a step. "And what could you possibly have for me, huh?"
Pitch smirked and began to wave his hands around, making images with his black sand. "Oh, something that just might spark your interests."
Jack flinched, but watched the sand form. Alright, he'd stick around. Just to see what Pitch had to say, then he'd leave.
"In a city called Arendelle," Pitch began, "There lives a little girl." The black sand dances around to form a picture of a little girl with a braid. "She has a…how is this said…special power. The power to create and control the elements of ice and snow."
What? Jack was confused. Someone out there, like him? Hundreds of explanations ran through his mind. Maybe the Man in the Moon did to her what he did to me. Maybe she's supposed to be a new Guardian.
Maybe Pitch is playing with me.
Yeah, probably.
Pitch waited till the confused look left Jack's face. This was going exactly how he wanted it to go.
"This girl also had a little sister—without powers—like you did, that she loved very much. One day, while playing together, the girl's powers got out of control, and she accidentally struck her sister with ice, nearly killing her.
"Her sister didn't die, but the girl was so afraid it would happen again that she locked herself away in her room. She wouldn't play with her sister, or anyone else, for years to come. She was so afraid to hurt anyone else ever again that every day she would become lonelier and more afraid just to protect the world from herself."
Jack couldn't believe his ears. A girl? Like him? Years without playing? As much as he wanted to, though, the story couldn't be trusted. Pitch may have a trick up his sleeve.
He frowned at Pitch and said, "Well, that's nice, Black. But what do you expect me to do with this information? What do want in exchange?"
Pitch hid away his sand and pouted. "I told you, nothing! I just gained some intriguing knowledge and thought I'd share it with you, that's all!"
Jack stared in disbelief.
"Jack, look at me! I'm weak and not so far from powerless! What could I possibly do by giving you this information anyways?"
Jack studied him, then turned away. "Sorry, Black. No can do. Sees ya later." It took him a lot of power to say that; the story caught his curiosity. A little girl out there, with powers like him. He could go show her ice powers weren't so bad. He'd show her fun times again. They could have the greatest snowball fight…
"Too bad," said Pitch, floating away. "That little girl is all alone and scared in that mountain, and her life is in grave danger…if only someone could go show her the light again…"
Jack just couldn't handle it anymore. He whirled around. "What was that girl's name again?"
Pitch turned, startled. "I haven't said it. It's Elsa."
Elsa.
Jack flew out of Pitch's dark cave. "Arendelle!" he called into the wind, ad it swept him away.
Perfect! Perfect! Pitch rubbed his hands together with satisfaction. It was all going according to plan. Elsa—the beautiful Queen Elsa—had more fear in her heart than anyone Pitch had seen in ages. Adding on to that, with her entire country in eternal snow, everyone was in fear. With Jack Frost's help, the two could unleash an eternal snow throughout the entire world! Then everyone would be in fear! Everyone will see me, they'll fear me, me, Pitch Black! Soon, he'd regain his strength and voila! Another Dark Ages has begun.
His cave of darkness echoed with evil laughter.