Pitch looked at me with surprise.
"Me? Your father?" He asked.

I nodded my head. I know it was very sudden of me to say that and to think of it but after seeing him up close in person and seeing his full use of his powers, I knew that this man was my father. We have the same facial features; skinny face, dark hair with the exception that mine actually curled at the ends than spiked in the back, we were both tall and thin, and we too possessed the same abilities. All my life, I knew had a deep feeling inside of me that my dad, Jack Frost, wasn't my real dad. We both looked nothing alike although he kept telling me that I looked just like his father, one thing I've always doubted. But of course, I had no doubt that my mother was my real mother. I had her eyes.

"And, why should I believe you?" Pitch asked me.

I wanted to smack him across the face. How could he even doubt me being his son? We looked just alike and possessed the same black sand.

"Because I am your son! You have to believe me!" I yelled at him. I poured all my energy into my black sand, streaks of it coming out from my hands and enveloping us. It swirled around us faster by the second. Pitch looked up around us at it. I focused then on his black sand that had me pinned up against the wall. I had it strike against his sand, watching it disperse with every strike. As it loosened its hold, I pull myself away from the wall. I stepped back down to the floor and stood straight up in front of Pitch. The black sand continued to swirl around us. He stared back down at me.

"Do you believe me now?" I asked him. He paced around the space around us, looking at my black sand. He reached out into the sand and took a hold of a part of it. He pulled his hand back and held his palm up, watching my sand swirl around in his hand. After a few seconds of thinking, he looked back at me who stood on the other side of the space, waiting for his answer. His lips curled into a smile.

"I believe you my son." He said to me. He reached his hand out for me and I reached out too. We held each other by the hand. Once we did, the black sand that was swirling around us closed in around us.


For the next couple of hours, I asked Pitch all the questions I had been asking my whole life and he reluctantly answered them for me. He explained how years ago, he was seeking revenge against my "father", Jack Frost. He decided to go after my mother because he wanted Jack to suffer by possessing my mother with his black sand, turning her evil. Prior to that, they had all been having a snowball fight along with my Aunt Anna and Uncle Kristoff, when as my mother made one of her snowballs with her magic, he quickly transferred some of his dark energy into it, causing the snowball to go out of control. It ended up hitting Jack and that caused him to slowly start turning back into a human and losing his powers along with it.

During the time my mother was under his control, she gave herself to him, conceiving me. But soon after, Jack brought my mother back to her normal self and she destroyed Pitch, or that's what she and everyone else thought. When my mother struck all her energy into him during their battle, he ended up bursting into his black sand, getting sucked up into the vortex and for some unknown reason, he ended up back in his lair, weakened by the battle along with the decrease of the children's belief in him. That's why his hair was white as snow and he had some wrinkles on his face because having no one believe in him weakened him even more, also affecting his powers.

"But if your powers were weakened throughout the years, how come you were able to fight well against me?" I asked him, thinking about our fight.
"Well, last night I had a strong sense that a child had a nightmare and with just that fear, it helped me gain some of my power back." He explained to me. He lifted up his finger and pointed at the globe that wasn't too far from us. I walked up to it and looked the globe. I had neglected to see a bright yellow glow the size of a small dot coming from a part of the globe earlier. I examined it up close and my eyes widened when I saw where exactly the light was at. It was coming from Arendelle.

I immediately thought of Arron. I was the one who caused him to have that nightmare last night. I caused him to feel all that fear. I felt that same lump in my throat that I felt last night. I still felt unbelievably guilty for what I did to his dream.

"So, the only way for you to get full control of your powers is if more people believe in you, in fear?" I asked, turning around to face him. He nodded his head in response. He rose up from his throne where he was sitting at and came towards me.

"And with you my son, we can help spread that fear even more. We will rule this world as father and son. And everything will be nothing but pitch black." He smiled at the thought of it. I did too, but deep down, I felt wrong. I did not want to cause any fear nor harm to my family, the family that I had been raised with all my life. I started to think about the fun times I had with them, all the snowball fights, the constant games of hide-and-seek, spending time up in the Great Frost Tree, everything.

Suddenly, I was overcome with anger. All my life I had been lied to. I had been raised by a man who was never my father. I thought of the smile he'd always give to me. That fake smile of his.
"That's my boy." He'd say to me as he patted my head. I remember always feeling joy when he did that, but now I felt anger. I clenched my fists. All those memories me and him shared together now no longer existed to me.

"Are you with me son?" I heard my father ask me. I looked straight into his eyes.
"Yes, I am father." I replied.

He smiled at me and put his hand up against the globe in front of us. I did the same and watched as black sand poured out from our hands and swirled around the globe, enveloping it in its dark hold.


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