Jack's eyes fly open and in an instant, he has his staff and is pointing it towards Pitch. I stand up and raise both my hands, ready to blast ice and snow at Pitch. "Aw, how cute! Was I interrupting the little love birdies? Hmmmmm?" says Pitch menacingly.
"Enough, Pitch! What the hell do you want?" Jack says in a dark tone.
"I just wanted to come and visit pretty little Elsie. Why should you get to have her all to yourself?" Pitch says. He takes a step near me and I shoot a blast of ice at him. Pitch is quick though, and dodges it. "Always so hostile Elsa. I like that." He says while licking his lips.
"Get out of here, Pitch! Before I blast you all the way back to the South Pole." Jack says.
"But the fun is just getting started!" Pitch complains in a whiny voice. He raises his hand and black sand is starting to form in a swirl on his palm. Pitch fixes his stare on me and takes a step towards me. Jack and I are just about to blast him, when he shoots a swirl of black sand at Jack.
"Jack!" I screech but the black sand has already touched him and his body is taken over with fear. Jack collapses on the ground, fidgeting with fear. I run to him and kneel down.
"Now, for pretty little Princess." Pitch says and raises his hand.
I shoot huge amounts of ice and snow and wind at Pitch. How dare he hurt him. There is no escape for Pitch. "I am not a Princess. I'm a Queen." I say in my strongest voice. My blasts have now shot Pitch out of the gazebo and onto the ground in the garden. Pitch is on the ground trying to deflect my blasts but he knows it's no use. I finally stop once I know he can't do anything. "Leave, Pitch, before I destroy you. If I see you again, I will destroy you, no question." I said. Pitch finally looks at me and disappears into the ground.
Once I know he's gone, I sprint to Jack who is still dealing with fear and darkness. He's grunting, trying to fight it. I take his head and put it onto my lap. His eyes have closed. "Jack! Jack, shhhh. It's ok! Everything's fine! You'll be ok. I'm right here." I say, trying to calm him down. I notice a little gash in his forehead from where he fell and realize frost begins to surround us. "Elsa, he'll be fine. Control it." I say to myself. I begin to focus on not letting my powers get out of hand. The frost only stops, but doesn't melt. By this time, the fear is starting to leave Jack. He begins to open his beautiful eyes and look around. His body has finally stopped shaking and his eyes rest on mine. "You're ok, Jack. You're safe. I'm here." I say gently. The frost is slowly starting to melt.
"Elsa. What happened?" he says with a throaty voice.
"Pitch shot black sand at you and it touched you. Fear started crawling into your body and you collapsed. I shot at Pitch and made him go away." I say.
"I'm so sorry, Elsa! I should've seen him coming. I shouldn't have let the sand touch me. I should've…" he tries to say. I put my finger on his lips, quieting him.
"Shhhh. You have nothing to apologize for." I say. He smiles and I return it. "Do you want to try and sit up?" I ask. Jack nods and begins lifting his head up. I help him sit up all the way and eventually lift him up so he's standing. "Come on, let's get you back to the castle so I can take care of your head wound." I say. I put his arm around my neck and we both start walking towards the castle. We finally get to my room, where nobody else can see us. "Sit down on my bed, Jack." I tell him. He obliges and sits at the edge. I walk over to him with a bowl of warm water and a wash cloth and dip the cloth in the water. Jack flinches a little as I touch his gash with the cloth but it needs to be cleaned. As gently as possible, I try and clean off the blood and dirt. I focus my eyes onto his gash when I notice he's staring at me. "Why are you staring at me?" I question.
He smiles and says, "Because your eyes are gorgeous."
I lose my concentration on cleaning his wound and look into his eyes. "Thank you. You're eyes are lovely as well." I say quietly. I go back to cleaning his wound and try not to focus on Jack while he's staring at me. Once his wound is all clean, I put a butterfly band aid on it so it won't open up again.
"Thank you, Elsa." He says.
"You're welcome, Jack." I reply.
I look down to clean up the cloth and water when Jack reaches out and touches my cheek with his icy hand. I look up and find myself once again lost in the magnificence of his eyes. "Elsa," he says, "I don't know what I would've done if Pitch had hurt you. I would've never forgiven myself. I…I love you, Elsa."