A/N: Sorry for the delay, so here's two chapters.

Summary:Jackson Overland, a fun and carefree teen with a bright smile. Elsa Arendelle, the mystery girl of the school with cerulean eyes. When Jackson ends up in the wrong place at the wrong time he learns the world is not at all what it seems. In the town of Burgess, there is more crime that meets the eye and his former best friend has a strong connection to the vigilante, Snow Queen.


Chapter Four

Elsa used to be afraid of the dark, the very thought of being without light used to be her biggest fear. However as she got older, the darkness had become one of the few places where she wasn't afraid. In the dark, no one could see her. In the light, it made hiding difficult.

No, you can't leave me in here.

Why not, afraid of the dark? Until you learn not to fear it, you will stay here.

Elsa shuddered at the memory, the horror she had felt while being locked in that room for several hours. It had been so dark, pitch black even, that she hadn't been able to see her hands when they were right in front of her face. Elsa sighed, she pushed the covers off herself exposing her bare legs to the cold. Unlike most people, the cold brought a feeling of comfort to Elsa whereas heat left her feeling sluggish and uncomfortable.

Silently, Elsa left her room and journeyed downstairs until she found the kitchen on the first floor of the manor. The manor was large at best and a maze at worst. Elsa walked into the dimly lit kitchen to see her sister sitting at the little island, a red mug in her hands. Anna lifted her gaze to look up at her sister, a distant and sorrowful look in her emerald eyes. The expression looked out of place on Anna's face, especially since her eyes usually held so much light and joy in them.

"Nightmares," Elsa asked gently approaching her sister.

Anna shrugged, with a tired smile she said, "Nothing to serious. It was one of those dreams where you know it's not real, where nothing makes sense, but… you're still afraid."

Elsa could understand that. Most nights she either didn't sleep or she would be haunted by her demons of the past.

"You want to talk about it," Elsa asked in a concerned tone.

Anna shook her head, "No. I'd rather not. Anyway, how are you doing? I see you still have a shiner."

Elsa absently brought her fingers up to her eyes and gingerly touched the bruise. It still ached, but the house doctor, Tadashi, informed her that it would be gone in a few days. Elsa had been hurt worse than a bruise before definitely, but what bothered her about this was that hiding it was a challenge. Even though her makeup had hidden it, someone had spotted it.

"It should be gone in another day or two," Elsa replied taking a seat across from Anna.

Anna smiled, "Well that's good. Not that you look bad with the bruise, I mean you don't look great with it either. Wait, what?"

Elsa breathed a chuckle, "I understand."

"Okay good," Anna replied sheepishly, "How come you're up so late?"

"I'm not tired," Elsa answered flatly.

Anna knew her sister was lying. It was obvious to almost anyone who looked at Elsa that she was in fact exhausted, worn out and fatigued. There was so much Elsa to do, but she refused to accept help from anyone unless absolutely necessary.

"Elsa, you are exhausted," Anna stated, her eyes filled with worry.

Elsa didn't meet her sister's gaze, "I said I wasn't tired. I never said I wasn't exhausted, but it doesn't matter. I have stuff to do."

"Such as," Anna prompted.

Elsa narrowed her eyes slightly at her sister, "Just some stuff that I need to take care of."

"You want some help," Anna offered, "Since we're both up, we might get more stuff done."

Elsa shook her head, "No, I can handle it."

"That doesn't mean you have to do it alone," Anna replied sadly.

"I won't argue with you about this again," Elsa said shortly, "I'll see you in the morning."

"It is morning," Anna said cheekily.

Elsa rolled her eyes, "Then I'll see you later this morning. Go get some sleep."

"Now who's being a hypocrite," Anna remarked sipping at her hot chocolate.

Elsa narrowed her eyes, but made no verbal reply. Instead the older teen stood up from her seat and left her sister alone. Once Elsa was gone, Anna sighed defeated. For years Elsa had been pushing her and everyone else away because she didn't want to let anyone in. She didn't want anyone's help, Elsa thought she didn't deserve to have anyone's help.

Anna had always tried to be there for Elsa, even when her sister shut her out, but sometimes it was incredibly difficult. Sometimes it was impossible to help someone who didn't want the help being offered. That didn't mean Anna didn't try. She always did and always would help her sister. Anna couldn't blame Elsa for acting this way though.

After all, it wasn't her fault. It was all on him.

Anna felt a pulse of anger rush through her at the thought of the man who destroyed her sister. When their parents died, Elsa had taken their death the hardest, but she never let it show. She had been her usual self with Anna and Olaf, showing them that everything was going to be okay. It had been Elsa who protected them, who cheered them up when they were side, who was by their side every step of the way.

Even though Elsa struggled, she never let Anna or Olaf see it. In fact, it wasn't until fifth grade that Elsa had changed. Anna clenched her hands into fists, she remembered watching as her sister's light completely faded away. Anna promised herself that she would not only get her sister to come back, but get revenge on the man who took everything from her.


Jackson watched from his spot, leaning against the school fence with his arms folded over his chest with a gentle look in his eyes. Hiccup was talking with Astrid beside him, but he wasn't listening to them. His focus was on the girl across the yard, sitting against the brick wall of the school with her head back and eyes closed. It had been three days since Jackson last spoke to her and he had yet to talk to her again.

There was nothing he wanted to do more than speak with her, but he always stopped himself. A person could only be rejected so many times. Jackson would approach her again, he just wasn't sure when or how. All he wanted was to talk to her, to really talk her again and maybe find the answers he so desperately needed.

"Astrid, can you give us a minute," Hiccup said softly.

Astrid glanced at Jackson with a soft gaze before nodding. There was something going on with Jackson, it was obvious by the look in his eyes and his stance. Whatever was going on with him had quite the effect. Hiccup knew him better than anyone, he knew exactly why his friend was acting so distant and somber. Whenever topics of the past were brought Jackson's attention, he would go into a isolating state.

He wouldn't necessarily cut people off or push anyone away, but he would definitely be less likely to interact with others. Once Astrid was gone, Hiccup turned to his friend.

"Okay Jackson, what's going on with you," Hiccup asked leaning against the fence, "You've been quiet and lost in space for days."

Jackson shrugged, his eyes forward, "I just have some stuff on my mind."

Hiccup followed his gaze to see Elsa sitting by the school. The incident a few days ago came to the front of Hiccup's mind. It always came back to Elsa, even though she used to be a root of his joy, she was now a root of his sorrow.

"Why is Elsa on your mind all of a sudden," Hiccup asked bluntly, arms folded over his chest.

"It isn't all of a sudden," Jackson replied bitterly.

Hiccup frowned, "It's been going on for awhile then."

Jackson didn't reply right away, "What are you asking Hiccup?"

"I just noticed you've been sulking these past few days," Hiccup said softly, "You spoke with her, what happened?"

Jackson replied in low tone, "Nothing."

"Are you sure about that," Hiccup questioned, a challenging look in his eyes.

Jackson didn't say anything in reply. He shoved his hands into his blue sweatshirt pocket and walked away from his friend annoyed. Hiccup watched Jackson walk away with a frown. He looked to the side, his eyes landed on Elsa who was watching him with the same worried look.

I don't see why you won't at least let me tell him.

You want to put him in the crossfire? Fine, but keep me out of it.

Elsa, I don't think he would get caught.

You can never be too careful, too many people are already at risk. I can't add anymore to it.

Hiccup sighed, he adjusted his backpack on his shoulder started to walk to class. Elsa watched him go.