AN: I hope that the wait between chapters wasn't too long this time. Don't worry, I've already started the next one. I hope that you enjoy the appearance of another Rise of the Guardians character in this chapter. However, it may not be one you are expecting. Suggestions, comments, criticism, reviews and even flames are welcome as always. Don't worry, the storyline will be wrapping up in a few chapters.


Every few days, Jack and Elsa would get together, training and generally having fun. Jack made an effort to make their sessions as fun as possible, he was the Guardian of Fun after all. However, it wasn't about just the enjoyment. If she could see that she could have fun with her powers, she would become less afraid, at least in theory.

About two and a half weeks after their first session, Jack noticed Elsa was distracted. Her generally elaborate frost designs were half hearted and basic. Her defense tactics were crude and evasive. The final straw was when she formed and icicle near him and looked up with a panicked look in her eyes.

"Woah, time out," Jack called. "What's wrong?"

She avoided his searching gaze, glancing at the glimmering icicle standing threateningly a few feet away. "I'm sorry," she murmured.

"For what?" Jack's face expressed clear confusion, eyes wide and brows drawn together.

"I could have hurt you with that icicle." She folded her arms together, as if to ward off Jack's comforting words.

"Seriously? The worst you could have given me is a nice bruise. I thought we already established this when you knocked me out of the sky with a burst of ice last week."

Elsa's face betrayed her guilt and she wouldn't respond. Her posture was defensive and she was giving a clear, leave me alone vibe. However, Jack was just as stubborn as she was, not letting her get away with this.

Gently, he asked her, "What happened?" The spirit waited patiently for a response, watching Elsa's face as she struggled internally about whether or not to tell him.

When he had decided that she wouldn't speak, Elsa's quivering voice began, "I woke up today and my room was covered with ice."

Jack gave her a sympathetic look and thought for a minute. "Were you having a nightmare?"

Elsa's tear filled eyes snapped to the winter spirit's, going wide. "Yes," she whispered and then added, "again," under her breath.

"Damn Pitch," Jack cried, causing Elsa to jump at the sudden loud noise.

"Come again," she said before she remembered his story. "The Boogeyman?"

Jack's eyes glinted with anger and it took Elsa a moment to realize that it wasn't directed at her. "That good for nothing, nightmare causing, son of a half breed," Jack muttered through clenched teeth.

"Half breed?" Elsa questioned, some of her usual humour returning.

"Sorry," Jack said sheepishly, "Got a little carried away there. Its an old fashioned insult."

The ice queen chuckled quietly before reverting to her serious expression.

"How long has this been going on?" Jack questioned. Elsa looked away, unwilling to tell him the truth. "Elsa, tell me," he demanded.

"A few weeks," she whispered, not meeting his gaze.

His eyes grew deeper blue with both anger at the Boogeyman and sorrow for what Elsa had been dealing with. "I'm so sorry," he murmured.

"For what?" she demanded.

"Pitch has kind of a vendetta against me. He may be targeting you because of me." Jack paused a moment, and then his shoulders slumped. "He was right, I make a mess of everything," the spirit finished quietly.

Elsa didn't know what to say. This definitely was not Jack's fault. Before she could think, she reached out a hand to put on his shoulder, trying to comfort him. The zing of power between them didn't cause snow to erupt but it was enough for Jack to look at her, blue eyes gazing into hers. "I'll make this right," he declared.

"How?"


Elsa did not expect that Jack's version of making things right was her in bed that night with Jack sitting comfortably on her plush loveseat.
"So," she began uncomfortably, "Can we go over this plan of yours once more?"

"Its easy, we just wait for the Boogeyman to show up, I give him a piece of my mind, he will leave you alone and you can get a good night sleep."

"That's what I thought you said," Elsa muttered, "I just thought there may be a little more to the plan."

"Nope," Jack said, popping the p and then grinning in anticipation for his encounter with the Boogeyman.

Silence fell in the room and they did not have to wait long. The shadows in the corner condensed, spewing forth a dark form, cloaked in blackness. It drifted through the room silently, making its way towards the bed. "What nightmare can I give you tonight," the figure cackled with glee. "How about another one of you hurting Jack. That seemed to cause a good amount of fear." It formed a small nightmare that it was about to release when a burst of frost froze it in place.

The Boogeyman whipped around, searching for the source of the frost. His eager smile turned into a scowl when he saw the shock of white hair and blue hoodie. "Jack Frost," his slimy voice intoned.

"The one and only," the winter spirit chuckled, staff pointing threateningly towards Pitch. Elsa sat bolt upright in her bed, watching the confrontation uneasily.

"What are you doing here?" The Boogeyman asked.

"Giving you a warning," Jack fired back.

A dark chuckle escaped Pitch's mouth. "You and what army? You don't have those silly children to protect you now."

Jack's lips twitched up into a smirk. Without warning, he froze Pitch's feet to the ground and called, "Now Elsa." A candle was illuminated, chasing the shadows from the centre of the room, leaving Pitch standing in a circle of light so he couldn't escape. The Boogeyman's eyes widened but he summoned a cloud of nightmare sand, directing it towards the winter spirit.

Ice quickly froze it over, spreading along the sand and back to its source, nipping Pitch's hands. Undeterred, a new wave of sand was sent, this time towards Elsa. Jack hurriedly flew to intercept, spreading ice along it again.

Without hesitation, a herd of nightmares was created, neighing darkly as they began to charge.

"Jack," Elsa called in fear. However, the fear was quickly shown to be unneeded as Jack deftly flew through the room, freezing nightmares with an easy flick of the wrist.

"You really are weakened, Pitch," Jack called, teasingly. The Boogeyman answered with a growl, trying to yank his legs free. "Now, I won't tell you again, don't bother Elsa again, or you won't live to regret it." He sent a wave of crackling ice towards the nightmare king, which quickly encased him. Jack then pushed him backwards into the shadows where the Boogeyman disappeared.

A moment of silence stretched between Jack and Elsa before a weak chuckle was heard from the spirit. "I'm sorry for the mess." They both looked around the room, noting the dark, frosted shapes of disintegrated nightmares and black sand.

"That's okay," she replied, "Thank you."

"No problem," he returned easily, flashing her a smile that made her insides jump. "I'll see if I can get Sandy to come clean up the sand and give you some good dreams. Don't worry about Pitch, he will be off thawing and licking his wounds for a while."

She nodded her head, relaxing into bed. "Good night Jack," she whispered as he flew out the window. Although she thought he hadn't heard her, the grinning spirit whispered into the wind, "Good night Elsa".