Broken.

The perfect word to describe her.

And the last one he ever wished to use.

Slowly, he sank to the ground where he stood, partially so that he matched her height, but also because he was too weak to continue standing. He didn't know what had happened, but he knew it was beyond anything she'd ever experienced.

And he hadn't been here for her because he was off wallowing in fear withdrawal. Granted it was extremely intense, and that he was still experiencing it, not to mention that the fact that it wasn't fear that caused Elsa to trash her room really hadn't helped that matter, but all of that was beside the point.

He sat there silently for a while, afraid to draw attention to himself. She still had her head hidden in her hands, so she hadn't yet noticed him. Pitch wondered if he should leave. His motives for returning seemed astoundingly selfish, even to himself, but then again, when had he ever come for the right reasons? When it became clear he couldn't wait for her to make the first move, lest he become a victim of his own medium and leave before she registers his presence, he attempted to clear his throat. The noise was strangled, though, and barely audible, but she heard it anyway.

She raised her head quickly, startled by the sound. Her face was red and streaked with tears. When she saw him, her expression fell apart all over again and she quickly lowered her head once more.

Pitch stood up, moving closer, "Elsa," he tried.

She whispered something he couldn't understand. A small part of him noticed the snow in the air start swirling very slowly and the snow at her feet begin to roll away from her in every direction.

"What?" He wondered, cautiously.

"I said," she forced through her teeth, "go away!" She looked up at him through the swirling gusts of snow and rose from the ground very suddenly, "this is all your fault!" She accused, stepping toward him fast enough that he backed up.

"Elsa, what happened?" He tried to reason with her, stumbling slightly in his weakened state.

"You did!" She cried, "if it weren't for you none of this would have happened! Leave me alone! I hate you! If you ever come back here again, I'll!-"

Pitch didn't give her a chance to finish her threat, he retreated to the shadows where he emerged into the safety of his lair. He almost fell over upon re-entry due to his weakness, but now that weakness only strengthened his resolve. She hated him? Who was she to hate him? She didn't know the meaning of the word! What had he ever done, truly, to deserve her hate? Nothing, that's what. All he ever did was know who she truly was, and stay by her side regardless. Then, suddenly, when she learns the truth about him, she hates him? For what? Because he's powerless without fear? That's not his fault! And now that she knew his true nature she just casts him out? As though he meant nothing! As though he would be as easy to replace as as a What did she think? That she would find someone else to be there constantly? Someone else to talk to while she remained hidden in her room! What does she think, that somewhere there's someone who doesn't lie about their true intentions? Oh he'd show her. If she hated the lies, he'd reveal to her the truth. The truth that everyone lies, everyone has something to hide, and most of all, the truth of what everyone sees in in a cold hearted monster like her!