A/N: What? Another chapter so soon?!
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*A Beautiful Name*
She began calling out for him when she woke in the night. Sometimes it was after Anna screamed from her nightmares, and sometimes it was simply when her restless dreams led her back to the reality of her dark bedroom. Every night - or at least every night that Pitch came to see her - she called out to him.
Occasionally Pitch answered. He only replied after seeing Anna, in hopes that he could teach Elsa that his appearance was not guaranteed or constant. That was a failing battle - thanks to Elsa's lack of fear and, consequently, her ability to see him - and Pitch knew it. So on a night when Elsa began to call for him, this time using his title Bogeyman, he couldn't hold himself silent any longer.
"Don't call me that," he ordered, hating the way Elsa sat up eagerly at the sound of his voice.
"But that's your name, right?" The young princess looked for the glaring spotlight of his eyes and then smiled, locating him.
"No," he said acidly, wishing that he, at least, could hear Anna's unhappy sobbing through the wall to distract him.
"But Bogeyman - "
"Stop." He pressed his knuckles into his forehead. "It's a name, but it isn't my name. Like your servants call you 'Princess.' You are a princess, but it isn't your name."
Elsa blinked at him. "Then... what is your - ?"
"Pitch Black."
"That's your name? Pitch Black?"
He raised an eyebrow sarcastically. "You disapprove?"
"No..." She was silent for a moment. "It fits you."
Pitch glanced at her. Elsa was smiling faintly, waiting for his reply. He fought against the irony that threatened to twist his face into a bitter, knowing smile. "It does," he told her.
More than you can guess, little princess.
A/N: There will be more.