OML SO MY STORY IS FINALLY BACK!

Hey everyone, I'm so sorry that I haven't updated in so long. By now you've probably stopped reading. Let me tell you this chapter has been in progress since I posted Chapter 8, I'm really excited for you all to read it because I've put a lot of thought and effort into it.

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"Darkness..."

"That's the first thing I remember..."

"It was dark... and I was cold."


"Elsa..."

I've heard that voice.

"Elsa.."

There it was again. It was a whisper and yet echoed around me in the darkness.

"Where am I?" I wondered quietly aloud.

My left hand clenched and grabbed something soft, I looked down at the deep blue material. I was in my room.

The voice came again snapping back my attention.

My head turned warily around my room, muscles tensed, waiting for a sudden attack. "Elsa..." The glass paned windows let in the bright light of the moon that illuminated every corner of my room. Whoever was speaking wasn't in here.

"Elsa." The voice came again saying my name once more. I stood shakily to my feet and faced the door. I was deciding if I was actually brave enough to open it and face what was outside. I thought that I'd heard it before, but I was still unsure.

"Elsa.." My feet moved almost on their own as they shuffled silently across the hard wood floor. My right hand, painfully slowly, reached out for the silver door handle. It was cold beneath my fingers.

I raised my free hand up to where it could be useful to me if I was suddenly under attack. I waited, ready for that moment when I would swing open the door.

I waited for the voice, and to see it's owner.

Finally, just outside the door. "Elsa.."

I whipped the door open and formed a large ball of ice in my hand. But I looked only into the blank, empty darkness of the hallway. I breathed out a sigh of release as I relaxed. Perhaps it was my tired mind playing a trick on me.

"Elsa.."

Apparently not. The voice was on my left, somewhere down the hallway towards the ballroom.

I gulped and felt the dryness of my throat. I had a gnawing feeling in my gut that if I followed this voice that I would end up in trouble. But a thought wormed it's way into my mind in between the many clouds of dread. What if it's Jack?

I tensed as the memory of what happened on the mountain flooded my mind. The last thing I remember was everything going black as Jack's voice faded out somewhere above me. I didn't know if he was safe or not. But if it was him calling to me, then he was okay. And I was going to find out.

I slowly moved away from the door. "J-Jack..." I whispered, ever so quietly. Nothing answered me but the creaking of the wood and the trickle of melting snow. I strained to hear any sound that happened to reach my ears. Then, out of the darkness... "Elsa."

Now instead of a whisper, it was more of a normal tone, louder, more demanding. I moved a little swifter in the darkness, the only light was the faint glow of the moon. I thought that it was Jack. No. I was sure it was.

I walked on for what felt like an eternity, the hallway seemed to stretch on and on like taffy. I finally reached the huge doors leading to the immense staircase into the ballroom. I placed my hand on the door handle, but not even when I felt it freeze over did I turn it. I stood stone still and waited. Waited for a noise, a signal of some kind, a hint at what lay beyond it.

I strained to hear the faint noise I thought I had heard. Then, as if like clockwork, I heard it: "Elsa".

I swung the door open, and held back a silent scream.

What I saw before me almost made me run, but my feet felt glued in place. In front of me down the stairs in the center of the ball room, stood Pitch Black.

He didn't seem to have noticed my entrance into the room and I tried to back out as slowly as I could, but my feet would not move. I looked down, and to my horror black sand had snaked up the stairs and wrapped around my feet and ankles, holding them in place.

"I told you we would meet again, Elsa." Pitch spoke without turning to look at me. "H-How are you here... Why are you here?" I tried desperately to hide the shake in my voice, but I knew he could tell I was terrified.

Pitch turned slowly and looked up the stairs at me, his yellow eyes piercing the blackness. He chuckled dryly "I've already told you that," he raised one of my hands and I felt myself start to move forward not by my own choice. "You're a smart girl, not nearly as foolish as Frost." He spat the name with a nasty sneer like it was poison in his mouth.

I was suddenly suspended in the air and moving forward towards Pitch. I struggled against my bonds as the wrapped around my wrists and upper arms. I moved to the center of the room where I was suddenly dropped to the floor only a few feet away from him. I fell to my knees and looked up shaking. "Wh-what do you want from me?" I whispered, my voice shaking.

The moonlight drifting through the skylight casted eery shadows on the walls that danced behind the columns. Pitch stood almost directly beneath the glass, yet he still seemed to be standing in shadow. "It's very simple, Queen Elsa." He turned away from me towards the doors to the main part of the castle. "I want the end of Jack Frost."

He started to walk forward towards the door, reaching out a hand to open it. "No!" I screamed, reaching out my own hand as a blast of ice shot out to cover the door handle. He pulled his had away swiftly and spun on his heel. I then realized I was standing shakily, my hair loose hair falling into my eyes. He laughed again. "No?" He mused, tilted his head slightly upward. "You say that like you will have a say in the matter." He then turned back and smashed the ice on the door to push it open, then glided out into the darkness.

I don't know what compelled me to move, but the next moment I found myself pushing through the space in the doorway into the central hallway after him. I blinked in the darkness, hoping for my eyes to adjust in vain. I couldn't see in front of me, not even an inch of light seemed to move into the room from the door. So I did not move. I stood completely still, the only movement was my shaking legs and shifting eyes.

The door behind me suddenly snapped shut, causing me to jump forward into the darkness and turn back to where the crack of light used to be. His voice echoed around me in the darkness. "There's nothing you can do to save him you know.."

He appeared a few feet in front of me, and seemed to have a sort of glow around him. "Jack Frost is going to die, and there's nothing you can do to save him."

"N-no.. You're lying!" I yelled, my voice shaking as I tried to seem defiant. "Am I now? Are you quite sure?" He purred, a terrible glint in his gold eyes.

I visibly swallowed and drew myself up to my full height, which didn't make much of a difference. "What are you going to do?" I snapped, "They've beaten you before, they can beat you again."

He put his hands together in front of him and sneered. "You little children never listen. I've told you..." He dropped into the shadows once more. "I'll have something a I didn't have last time."

I whipped my head around once more and searched, wide eyed. I heard the faintest whisper as the floor beneath me gave way, "...you."


"And then, I saw the moon..."

"It was so big, and bright."

"And it seemed to chase the darkness away..."


I opened my eyes ever so slightly. Where... where am I? I closed them again and tried to blink away the drowsiness that still swam in my head. I opened them once more. My arms felt so heavy, I could hardly move. My vision was blurry so I blinked slowly again. A large white shape was in front of me. My dresser? I tilted my head to the left and saw another shape beside my bed.

This was also white. And blue. My eyes widened and I opened my mouth to speak. "Jack..?" I asked quietly, my voice was hoarse and broken.

He looked up so suddenly I thought he would get whiplash. "Elsa...?" He whispered. There were tears in the corners of his eyes. I smiled faintly at him, and then fell back into a blissful, dreamless sleep.


I drifted in and out of sleep for what felt like. Every time I woke up, someone would be either at the bedside or somewhere else in the room. Sometimes I was awake long enough to hear muffled voices. Sometimes I would have a vision. Something just beyond my vision that would flicker out of sight as I looked for it.

People were always there. Always watching. Every time my eyes would open people would crowd around. Or, I thought they were people. They looked more like bright smudges pressing in on me.

My eyes closed once more when bright light from my windows became too much to bare, and when I opened them once more it was night. I no longer felt tired, just weak. I lifted a heavy hand to my face and rubbed my eyes, looking around. No one was in my room this time, but I heard voices. My muscles screamed as I sat up to look towards my door.

"But will she be okay?" I heard a muffled voice say. "She'll be fine, she just needs rest." I heard another voice, a woman, as a stood and wrapped a blanket around myself. "But Pitch had her!" I heard the voice say again. I shuffled silently to the door to find it slightly open. I peered through the crack into the dimly lit hallway to see Tooth, Sandy and Jack standing across the hall by the wall.

I started to open the door when Tooth spoke again. "Jack, Sandy said he removed all of the nightmare sand from her body." She said darting slightly into the air. I furrowed my brow. Nightmare sand? What is she talking about?

"This is all my fault.." Jack said covering his face. I pushed open the door and stepped out into the hallway. "Is... everything okay?" I asked looking from one face to the other.

"You're awake! You need to lay down!" Tooth said, trying to guide me by my arm back into my room. "N-no." I said pulling my arm away from her grasp and turning to the others. "What's going on?"

Sandy appeared to sigh and made a shape of a Christmas tree above his head then floated down the hall. Jack stared at Tooth then looked to me. "Go with Sandy, get Anna. I'll watch her." He walked across the hall and reached for my doorknob as Tooth flew off after Sandy. Once she rounded the corner Jack pushed my bedroom door shut and leaned his shoulder against it facing towards me.

I adjusted the blanket around my shoulders and waited. He sighed and nodded his head down the hall in the opposite direction from where the others went and started to walk. I followed slightly behind him. He had his staff over his right shoulder and his left hand in the pocket of his hoodie, but he didn't speak.

So I decided to. "Jack." I started, moving up to walk even with him. "What exactly happened?" He didn't look at me, instead he stepped through another door into the garden and responded quietly. "Do you remember anything?"

I thought about it for a moment before stepping ahead of him as he closed the door. "I... I remember sand. Lots of sand. It was black, and it was suffocating me." We walked through the garden and around a bunch of rose bushes. "I remember Pitch. He was there, on the mountain. He had me." I stopped walking, Jack was standing behind me. "There was this bubble, we were inside of it. He was talking.."

I struggled to recall exactly what happened. "Then it went black." I adjusted the blanket on my shoulders again and turned around to face Jack. "I woke up in my room. I had a dream... Pitch was in it." Jack's eyes widened, but he said nothing so I continued. "Then I woke up. And you were there."

Jacks hand fell from his pocket. "He was in your dream?" I nodded. His face fell. "Oh no.." His left hand came to his hair. "No.. This is all my fault."

My hands clenched around the edges of the blanket. "Jack..? What is it?"

"I should've protected you." He dropped his staff onto the grass. "You needed me!" I stepped away from him. "W-what?" I was alarmed and slightly upset. "What do you mean protect me?"

He dropped his hands to his sides and stared at me. "Do you think I can't protect myself?" I shot as I dropped the blanket. "N-no. That's not what I meant!" He spluttered as he reached towards me. "I-" I huffed and cut him off. "You're just like everyone else. I'm not fragile! I don't need to be protected. And I don't need your help!"

He looked hurt, but I just stared at him angrily. I don't know exactly what set me off, but I was angry. I was so tired of all of this. The last thing I needed after what had happened was to be babied.

He picked up his staff from the ground and flew off. Leaving me standing alone in the garden in the darkness.


Yikes, okay. So probably not as great as you would've hoped. And definitely not as long as the other chapters. But, after keeping you all waiting so long I needed to put something out.

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