So yeah, yeah... I honestly couldn't stay away from writing Memories and Darkness. I love writing this. I'm glad you guys enjoy reading this too. Before we start I just want to verify that Jazel and Elliott are not going to be a couple as ten year olds. Jazel just has a crush on him, like how elementary kids have crushes on each other sometimes. I won't say anything else about their relationship. You're just gonna have to keep reading ;)

Jazel woke up to a dull quite room. Not a peep could be heard; not a movement could be felt. Jazel, eyes nearly open, shoved the teal and green, floral patterned sheets off the long bed. With a observant yet quick glance at her leftover candy wrappers, she noticed a a wooden picture frame with a yellow post-it note in the middle of the frame. The note read:

Found a picture of you in the scrap book, Jazzy Bear. I put it in a frame and thought you might want it. ~Mom

P.S. Breakfast is ready! Pancakes and Bacon! :D

"Typical Mom notes," Jazel smirked whilst she sat the friendly note on the dark umber nightstand.

In the picture held a memory of Jazel's when she was younger. She was wearing casual cloths in front of a frozen lake. The area was obviously set at a campsite or park due to all of the trees that surrounded that joyful grin of hers. As she examined the picture some more, she could see a blurry image in the top corner. It looked as if somebody was hanging in the trees, and dashed as soon as the shot was token to avoid being seen. The figure didn't move fast enough to completely blur them out, just far enough for nobody to notice them when token a first glance at the photo.

As Jazel's curiosity became more vibrant, she began to study the suspicious figure some more. This person seemed to have extremely pale skin, and hair about the same hue as the clouds above the pine trees. This person might even be a child?! Who knows, or he or she might just be an extremely petite adult. The possibilities are endless, though there was a bigger chance that this person could be somebody else. Somebody everyone knows and is seeking.

Jazel gasped. "Is that who I think it is?"

Out of the blue came a thundering bang coming from the door. Jazel frowned to opened the door to Christa, her cousin.

"Hey are you going to come downstairs or what? Because if not I was planning on eating your pancakes," Christa acknowledged, pointing her thumb at the hall behind her.

"Christa, I have this picture that my mom gave me and-"

"Oh, I saw that. It's cute. But seriously, are you gonna eat your pan-"

"Let me finish. If you look over here, you could see somebody hiding in the trees."

Jazel showed Christa the picture. "Fantastic," Christa replied with sarcasm. "Are you going to eat-"

"Stop worrying about that! I think we just found my sister in the picture!"

"How do you know that's your sister, Jazz?" Christa looked confused. Jazel looked at the photo once more. " I'm gonna ask you one more time."

"Yes! You can have my pancakes," Jazel said.

Christa started to squeal and skipped to the dining room. Jazel followed.


"So, Jack," Anders sat in a chair next to Jack, who was eating his breakfast. "Have you ever thought of suitors for your daughter?"

Jack choked on his food. "Why would I need to worry about that?!"

Anders shrugged, "gotta keep the business going. Never to late to let your little angel go."

Jack glared at Anders. "Lucky for us, the man in the moon granted us all immortal so we don't have to grow up so fast."

Anders seemed confused. "Explain to me," he said, tapping his chin.

Jack put down his fork. "I'm immortal, my wife is immortal, my daughters is immortal. The thing is when the girls find their own center they stop aging physically."

Anders stayed silent for a second, thinking. "Go on. Does your sister in law, or niece's, and nephew's age regularly?"

Jack rolled his eyes. "Yes, but that is a different story." He continued to eat his breakfast.

"Can I ask-"

"Don't you wanna bother some other immortal maybe?"

Anders laughed and put his hands up in defense. "Oh you," he said, getting up from his seat. "Keep thinking about the suitors thing." Anders pat his head lightly, and walked away.

Elsa came up holding her own tray of breakfast. "You okay, babe?"

Jack groaned and poked at his plate. "Why does he have to be here?"

"Peace treaty. And he wants to help find Elisabet. That's nice right?" She gave him a bright smile.

A second passed with Jazel and Christa by each others side, entering the large dining area. Jazel spoke up cheerfully, the picture still in her below zero palms, "Mom, Dad, I found something that can possibly give us a clue about Elisabet."

The couple stopped with their flirtatious gazes, and gave their full attention to their daughter as if their smirks and silent kiss faces had never happened. They asked in unison what was wrong with the photo.

"I think this might be Elisabet," Jazel theorized, pointing to an unfocused spot in the corner of the picture.

"I thought the only time Elisabet visited Arendelle was that one day?" Elsa thought.

"It's probably just a bird," Christa said with uninterested enthusiasm.

Jazel furrowed her eyebrows at her older cousin. "I don't believe birds are that big, Christa."

"But," Jack scratched his stubbly chin, "if that is Elisabet, than does that mean she's knows us much longer than we thought she's had?


Pitch sat Elisabet on the couch and looked at her with concern.

"I'm gonna ask you one more time, young lady!" shouted Pitch, pointing his finger at her. "Was that the only time you went to Arendelle, or was there another time?"

Elisabet crossed her arms and pouted, refusing to talk.

"Come on," he pleaded. Pitch was already on his knees.

She scrunched her nose some more. "Why won't you just let it go?" she muttered.

Pitch palmed his forehead, "tell me now."

"You know what!" She stood up facing him. "What is your problem!? What do you have against Arendelle that is sooo bad!?"

"You just need to stay away from there, you got me!?"

She turned to not face him, and crossed her arms. "I am sick and tired of you not telling me things, Dad!" She whipped her eyes, to avoid crying. "It really isn't fair to me."

Pitch growled loudly and collapsed on the couch. He held his head. "Just tell me if that was the only time you went to Arendelle or not."

She sighed, exhausted of hiding secrets. She knows that her father keeps information hidden from her, but that doesn't mean she must treat him the same way. "Fine. That wasn't my only time. It was when I was seven, and I noticed that it was snowing. So I visited the lake. Okay? I even saw a couple families. It wasn't like someone kidnapped me."

Pitch burned his pupils into her for the longest time.


Four hours later...

Jack, Elsa, Jazel, Elliott, Anders, and a few Arendelle guards investigated the outskirts of Arendelle.

Many of them were peaking around trees like she might've been living them like a bird or chipmunk; others like the Frost family were digging deeper into the investigation to look for clues for footsteps, or villagers that might have seen a young girl walking by somewhere. Anders and his gentleman of a nephew, Elliot, were looking under rocks, behind trees, even digging in the most odd places to maybe capture a clue or whatever.

"I don't think she would be under there," Jack assured with a laugh.

Anders smiled, and checked behind a tall rock. He picked up something, and walked over to Elsa. She turned around and he plucked a single hair from her head.

"Ow. What was that for?" She asked rubbing her head.

Jack's face went to a shade-less pale to a ruby red. He marched over to Anders, and told him that he cannot be harming his wife in any way possible

He smiled in defense, "one of my brothers is a detective around the world."

"Okay..."

He set down her hair inside a bag and showed Elsa and Jack the hair he found behind the tall rock.

"This must be your daughter's hair," said he, comparing Elsa's messy bun to the few strands of hair he found next to the boulder.

Jack raised a brow, "How do you know? Their has to at least be many other tourists or villagers that visit Norway that has to have the same shade of hair as my daughter and wife. "

"Nobody's hair is as white as you two, let me guarantee that. And this hair that I found must be your daughter's because it matches Elsa's completely. Genetics, my friend; I've studied it in school as well. Would you like to do some DNA tests, or some test runs of passing tax payers who have the same hair match as Queen Elsa?"

Elsa nodded her head, "I understand what you mean completely, Anders; Although Jack doesn't show it," she gave Jack a look, "he absolutely enjoys your help in finding our daughter. Please, Anders, continue with your point in the strands of hair."

Anders grinned the same time Jack groaned in agony. Within a few seconds after Elsa's reassuring speech, Elliott and Jazel approached the adults.

"Cool, those extensions aren't enough to make it look like you have long, wavy hair, Anders," Jazel joked. Anders responded with a hearty chuckle.

"Do you remember where she flew off to?" Jack asked Jazel, turning the page to another subject before the whole search crew makes fun of his bare feet.

Jazel nodded as she looked around and gasped. She pointed north, above the trees. "She went that way. I think..."

"What do you mean 'I think'?"

"I mean I think I remember her going that way. But I don't remember where else."

Elsa gasped. "That's the way to Pitch's lair."


two hours later...

Anders volunteered to bring the staff and kids back to the castle while Jack and Elsa go to Pitch's layer.

They flew to where Pitch's layer was, and walked around the forest. Jack sighed.

"What?"

"I don't think it's the best idea to leave Anders and Elliott with Jazel. they are such a bad influence on her."

Elsa snorted, "If anything, they're the opposite of bad influence."

Jack looked at Elsa with an unhappy sigh. "Why do you hate them so much?"

"Anders asked me about suitors for Jazel. Oh, don't get me started about him. If anything he is the definition of a bad influence."

Elsa rolled her eyes, laughing. "This is why you're an awesome dad."

Jack blushed a little and looked forward. Elsa gasped and pointed to a vacated area. "There it is."

They ran over to the hole that was still covered with sand. They huffed.

Elsa tapped the sand, but it was still shut off. It felt like sticky wood with sand spread all over it.

"What are we supposed to do now?" asked Elsa.

Jack looked puzzled, then stood on the hole. He stomped on the hole, and kicked it. But the only thing it did was give Jack scratches and scars on his feet.

Elsa watched in horror, as her husband struggled.

Elsa approached him while also stepping on the hole. She jumped and jumped.

Jack stepped off the hole to catch his breath. "Now...what..."

Elsa growled and shrugged. "Maybe we can like...call them?" Jack made a face, and Elsa shrugged some more.

Jack and Elsa put their heads to the hole and started yelling.


Pitch was in the Kitchen while Elisabet was at the dining room table reading a book.

Pitch stopped what he was doing, locking his eyes on the exit hole on the ceiling. "No no. Not now," he muttered.

Elisabet looked up from her book to take a look at the exit. She raised a brow. "Want me to scare them?" She asked.

Pitch ran over to the exit and started to breath loudly. "Stay here," He whispered.

Elisabet scrunched her eyebrows and shrugged. "Why?" She whispered harshly.

Pitch pointed a finger to her and banged on the entrance.


Jack and Elsa felt a loud bang on the exit. Jack smiled. "Oh he's in there."

Elsa giggled and started yelling even louder. "COME ON, PITCH! BE A MAN AND COME OUT!"

Elsa and Jack high fived then started to also bang on the hole.


"I'm serious, Elisabet." Pitch warned.

Elisabet pouted and groaned loudly. "Come on! It's really childish for people to be doing that!"

Pitch shushed her loudly. She bit her tongue and widened her eyes.

"Go to your room." He whispered some more.

"What?!"


"Is that a girl?" Jack asked.

Elsa put her head more to the hole and looked at Jack. She smirked and shook her head. "Oh yeah."


"Dad seriously?"

"Go," He whisper yelled.

She groaned very loudly and power walked to her room.

Pitch left the exit and walked carefully to the door that no one was aloud to go to. He glared, coldly at the exit and closed the door to his room carefully, with a lock.


twenty minutes later...

Elsa and Jack lost their breath and their voice was all scratched up from yelling. Elsa stood up.

"Jack, I'm tired. Let's go home and try another time. He's not gonna open it."

Jack got up as well and sighed. "Your right. Let's go back."

They left and flew back to Arendelle. Ever since then, they haven't heard anything from them. Not from Elisabet, not from Pitch. Eventually, they stopped going there to look. Nothing would work. The only thing they had from Elisabet was hope, wonder, memories, and dreams of her.