"Push! Just a little bit more! You can do it, Your Highness!" cheered the midwife under the cover. The woman giving labor, Idun the Queen of Arendelle, groaned. "I can see the head already! Just another push!"

Beside the queen, the king, Adgar of Arendelle, squeezed her left hand tightly, his face was full of concern. A lot of complications could happen during childbirth that could harm the mother or the baby's life and he wasn't ready to lose either.

"One last push, Your Highness. Push!" said the midwife. The queen took a deep breath and willed herself. With all the strength she had in her, she pushed.

There was a shrill shriek and as the midwife surfaced from under the cover, then a cry followed. "It's a girl," said she as she handed the crying baby girl to her mother.

Idun held the little bundle of joy close to her chest, watching her with eyes overflowing with love. Her tiny hand grabbed the king's finger when he gave it to her. "Elsa..." Idun whispered, "Her name is Elsa." She turned to Adgar who nodded with approval.

Outside the window a figure perched near the windowsill, watching the birth of the new little princess. He wore a white shirt with brown vest and similarly colored breeches and cloak. His hair was silver blonde, gleaming under the moonlight and his eyes were deep blue. He carried a wooden staff in one hand while the other touched the glass that separated him and the happy family inside. Jack Frost, the spirit of winter, smiled at the scene in front of him. "Elsa," he breathed. Another child, another hope for him to be believed in.

Baby Elsa was a month old when Jack dared his visit. He carefully pushed open the window pane and quickly closed it as not to let the chilling winter air entered the room. She was sleeping peacefully inside her crib. He approached closer and hovered over her. She was growing strong, a thin wisp of brunette hair had started to sprout on top of her head. Her rosy cheeks were so cute and chubby, Jack couldn't help but to poke them. It was then Elsa opened her eyes and grabbed Jack's finger. He was astonished but Jack didn't pull back. Gently he caressed her forehead with his other hand, a smile plastered on his face. "You can see me, huh?" For awhile he just stood there quietly, stroking the baby's head while Elsa nibbled at his finger.

A deep dark chuckle boomed and a shadow passed, making Jack abruptly turned. Baby Elsa surprised by Jack's sudden movement started to sob. "Hush... hush... now. It's alright," Jack whispered, picking up Elsa and cradling her to calm her down. Soon enough, she began to doze off and Jack returned her to the crib. The shadow passed again and pooled on the ground in front of the window. The next second, it became a dark tall figure, dressed in black robe. He had obsidian hair and yellow eyes. He was Pitch Black, the boogeyman.

"Jack... Jack... Jack..." said Pitch. "Still waiting to be believed in?"

"What are you doing here Pitch!?" Jack hissed, taking a defensive stance in front of the crib.

"You're not the only one who is allowed to see the new princess." Pitch took a step closer.

"Don't you dare take another step."

"Oh, overly protective, aren't you? Why? You think just because she sees you now, she will be your first believer?"

"Stay back, Pitch. This is your first warning." Jack said in a threatening, condescending tone.

"Babies are wonderful creatures, aren't they? They can see everything, believes in everyone. Wait till she grew bigger, she will realize YOU ARE NOT REAL."

With a loud shout, Jack swung his staff and hurled an ice shard at Pitch which he deflected easily. Jack ducked to avoid getting hit by his own spear. The spear passed him and hit baby Elsa's belly. She woke up startled and started crying on top of her lungs. "No..." Jack whispered as he quickly turned to check on Elsa. The baby's brunette wisp of hair had turned silvery blonde just like his and her skin started to turn blue at the fingertips.

Pitch laughed triumphantly, "Your first believer and you killed her, Jack."

"No..."

"You killed her."

"NO!" Jack hooked Pitch neck with his arm and charged for the window. He glanced briefly at the crying baby and steeled his heart. I'll be right back, Elsa. With his arm still hooked around Pitch's neck he made a dead drop from the fourth storey to the ground below. Just before they reached the ground, Jack called the wind to take him afloat and threw Pitch headfirst to the ground. "Run, Pitch," said Jack rising his staff. His eyes had glowed white. "Run." Jack swung his staff again and sent torrents of blizzard and ice spears at Pitch.

As quickly as he could, Pitch scrambled to his feet and called his black sand to protect him. He tried to retaliate but his sand never reached Jack every time he sent it after him. "It's winter, Pitch. I'm at my strongest. You can't beat me." It was the first time Pitch ever felt fear, fear for himself. Run, his instinct called out and he ran. Only the moon witnessed Pitch's defeat.

After ensuring the boogeyman had run far away, Jack quickly turned back to castle. The window which he had used to visit Elsa had been locked and there was no baby inside the crib. He flew to the other windows, searching for her, wanting to make sure she's alright. Then there was a commotion below and a couple of horses set off from the stables. From afar he saw the riders were the king and the queen, the queen holding a bundle in her arms. He took off after them, wondering where were they taking Elsa.

A couple of minutes through the forest, they arrived at a valley. The valley was peppered with boulders, big and small everywhere. Jack heard Adgard shouted to the air. "Help! Please, help us! Our child, our firstborn..."

The boulders started rolled, surrounding them. The largest one flipped to reveal an elder stone troll. "What happened?"

"We don't know," said Adgar, taking Elsa from his wife's arms. "She suddenly cried in the middle of the night. When we checked on her, her hair had turned white and her hands blue." And the blueness creeping still to the baby's forearm.

The elder shaman, Pabbie, touched the baby and murmured an incantation. "Poor child, she has been frost-touched."

"Will she be alright?" asked Idun. Her eyes were in a brink of tears and her voice cracked.

"She'll live dear, don't worry, but the child was still too small to build up a resistant against the ice that touched her. I'm sorry to say she will carry the ice within her for life."

"What would it mean for her?"

"Nothing other than it could be a gift or a curse, depends on how she harness it. Until she realize her power, you will have nothing to worry about." As Pabbie said it, they could see Elsa's hand had returned to its natural color. Adgar and Idun let out a sigh of relief and Jack followed suit. Unknowingly, he had been holding his breath with them.

"Now go home, you three, and get some rest. The baby surely needs it."

"Yes, thank you," said Adgar and the family turned to leave.

"Take more responsibility of her," said Pabbie before they left.

"Of course we will," said Adgar. Unbeknownst to him, the troll king was actually talking to the figure hovering over them. Jack Frost noticed it and nodded.