The snow continued to smolder, but not melt. Although Elsa was beyond perplexed by this, she wouldn't let her guard down.

"Answer me!" she exclaimed fiercly, "What is your business here?"

But the boy remained silent, his face stuck in a stunned expression. But before Elsa could make another demand, the boy waved his hand and the ice that once trapped his legs disappeared into a flurry of white, and his feet touched the ground once more. Elsa could hardly believe what she was seeing. Someone with the same powers as her? The thought crossed her mind, but her duties as Queen quickly evaporated any personal interest in the situation.

"That's the first time I've seen anyone else do that," said the boy charmingly, "But if you'll excuse me."

Almost the instant he finished his sentence the boy grabbed his staff and it glowed blue with the utmost subtlety. The boy slammed the butt of the staff I to the ground and, with an instant, a flash of blue and white overcame Elsa's eyes, so much so that she had to close them. But when they opened the boy was gone; vanished. All that was left of him was a faint trail of fresh ice and snow, going off into Arendelle's mountains.

"Orders, milady?" asked one of the guards. Elsa was shocked; she had never seen anything like this except from her. It scared her, but it also intrigued her. Maybe this boy could help her figure out why she was born with her powers, why she was put through everything she was over the years because of them. She needed to find him.

Before Elsa could give the guards their orders, a heavy, ever feeling filled the land. The northern lights that shone bright as day through the night sky disappeared into darkness, and the snow immediately stopped falling. The burnt snow started rising from the ground, forming. It was some sort of figure, tall and intimidating. A long black cloaked shrouded the body. Once the the black snow had fully come together, the figures eyes opened. They were a sickly yellow with red iris's, their intensity matched only by the presence of the dark entity they belonged to. His face was a dark grey, in contrast to his jet black, slicked back hair.

"Well, look at this place." observed the shadow figure, "So much snow and wonder...and fear."

with a wave of his arms the figure manipulated the black snow around him and summoned what looked like a band of horses, only these ones had fire-red eyes and gigantic, bold builds. With a snap of his fingers, the shadow sent his creations off towards Elsa and her guards. Although Arendelle's guards were loyal and skilled, they had no idea how to combat a being of such power. Elsa quickly disposed of the horses with a few well aimed ice blasts before they could kill her men.

"My my, whats this?" The shadow asked, puzzled, "One of Frost's little playmates I see?"

Elsa had absolutely no clue what he was talking about, but she didn't care at this moment. Her Kingdom was being threatened and she wasn't going down without a fight. Elsa summoned a massive flurry of snow and ice that she hurled directly at the shadow. He responded by pushing it aside with his own black snow and quickly retaliating with blasts and streams of shadow. Elsa was quick, and had been practicing combat with her powers quite a lot, but the shadow was stronger, and Elsa could feel herself waining, getting tired.

With every attack Elsa through at him, the shadow retaliated with an attack twice as strong. Snow, ice and shadow flew from every direction, the guards watching on in absolute awe at the power of their Queen.

"Its pointless" stated the shadow "You're afraid of me, afraid of my power. And that makes me far stronger than you can imagine."

With that, the shadow let out one last strong blast of darkness, so strong that Elsa flew right off her feet into a nearby tree. She had been hit hard. Her vision was hazy, her head pounding with the strength of a thousand drums. The shadow approached her menacingly before he was towering over her nearly unconscious body. As he raised up his hand to deliver the final blow, a jet of snow flew violently into his face, followed by the sound of a chuckle. Not from the figure, but from whoever was messing with him.

"Come out to play, have we Frost? I'm surprised. Usually you turn tail at the first sign of danger."

"Well you know me" exclaimed a voice from the distance, "I get bored pretty easily."

Before Elsa even heard the full sentence, the boy had returned right in front of her. Elsa sat up to get a better view of the predicament. The boy was in front of her, as if he was going to protect her.

"Stay behind me, got it?" Elsa nodded in agreement, although she still hadn't fully grasped what was going on.

"Now isn't this precious?" said the shadow, mockingly "Going to die for someone again, Frost?"