Elsa could hear her parents banging at the ballroom doors at the sound of their daughter's cries. "Elsa!" She could hear her mother shout with worry.

"Mama! Papa! Run!" She shouted. But it was too late. Her parents burst in the room. Her father had his sword drawn, ready for anything. His face was hard with a look of protection, while her mother stood behind him. The King's eyes rested on the dark man that stood beside her, and his hardened face melted to a look of pure horror.

"The Boogeyman!" He cried in fear. The Queen cowered behind her husband for protection. The Boogeyman grinned, and extended his hand toward the Royals.

"Ah, the King and Queen! How lovely. Please come join your daughter! We are going to have so much fun!"

Wind. Wind is a beautiful thing, but also a dangerous thing too. Wind can carry the tiny life of dandelion seeds, pull kites into the sky, and can help carry even the largest things into the air. Wind also can destroy buildings, rip apart life, and send even the most powerful things to the ground. Jack had learned those things the hard way in his long life. He had seen it all in the 300 years. This time, the wind sent a message.

A faint sound of a little girl's scream carried its way to Jack's ears. The boy suddenly stopped dead in his tracks. The storm that raged around him made it almost impossible to see his surroundings, but he could hear the sure sound of Elsa screaming perfectly.

"ELSA!" Jack screamed into the cold air. With no time to lose, he shot in the direction of the scream. "I swear to you, Pitch Black. If you touch Elsa, I will personally freeze your hands until they fall off." He growled under his breath. His anger was reflected by his snow. The already sharp snowfall hit harder.

Suddenly, a flash of black shot beside Jack, causing him to tumble in the wind. "Arrgh!" He exclaimed, and tried to right himself. Before he could, the black thing slammed itself into him again. The force of the blow sent the Guardian falling to the ground, losing his staff in the process.

"HELP!" He screamed. Jack's blue hoodie ruffled and snapped from the wind as he twisted and rolled in the air. Knowing there was no way he could break his fall without his staff, the Guardian closed his eyes, and prepared for the collision.

"Frost is coming? Make sure he doesn't make it here!" The Boogeyman commanded a large black stallion that stood before him. With Elsa's utter surprise, the horse showed the sign that it understood, and galloped off. The man her parents called the Boogeyman then turned to Elsa and her family and grinned, his foul black teeth in full display. Even though she was absolutely terrified, Elsa couldn't help but feel satisfied when she saw a bruise beginning to show on his left jaw from when she blasted him.

"Y-you with regret this, Pitch Black! Our guards will be here soon! And you will be placed in the security of the dungeon forever!" The King shouted. Just like his wife and daughter, he was wrapped up in a sand cocoon. This however, did not stop the noble King from showing the bravery he was born with.

Pitch turned to the Royal family, and folded his long hands together. "Oh, is that so? Well, I would hate to inform you, Your Majesty, that every single one of your guards are currently suffocating in a sand cocoon just like yours." He whispered. A look of horror flashed through the King's face.

"Let them go! Whatever you want, I'm sure we can arrange for you." The Queen pleaded. Her blue eyes were filled with desperation.

Pitch's calm expression changed to a look of anger. Suddenly, he was standing just a foot away from the Royal family. A disgusting hand snatched up the Queen's face, and squeezed her cheeks. His long black fingernails dug into her fair skin, causing her majesty to whimper with pain. "There is nothing I want you insufferable humans can give me!" He screamed in her face. Then the Boogeyman threw the Queen to the floor with a thud. Elsa and her father struggled with their bonds as Pitch slowly bent over her quivering body.

"You stay away from my wife, you writhing maggot!" The King roared. Pitch ignored him, and wrapped his fingers around the Queen's neck.

Jack was falling. The cold air around him pulled at his loose clothing and hair. He could smell the cool smell of pine trees in the distance, and listened to the faint whistling of the wind. Suddenly, he heard the faint sound of bells.

Thump. He felt himself land face first on something hard. "OW!" He groaned.

"Nice of you to join us, mate." A familiar voice chuckled. Jack's eyes snapped open, then pushed himself up on his knees to see Bunnymund sitting above him. The boy glanced around to see all the other Guardians on North's sleigh. A glowing golden hand reached down in front of Jack's face, and motioned him to take it. He gripped it, and it pulled him up to his feet. Sure enough, it was the Sandman hovering above him.

"Ah, there he is! Jack Frost!" North cried with relief. He was busy driving the sleigh ahead "Here, Tooth, give him this," Jack saw him pass his staff to the Tooth Fairy, in which she passed to him. Jack sighed with relief as he wrapped his fingers around the familiar wood. "You're lucky that it blew at us here on the sleigh, Jack. Or else you-" North was cut off when a flash of black slammed against the side of the sleigh. Black sand blew into Jack's face as it connected, getting in his eyes.

"Nightmares!" Tooth gasped. Her crew of tiny fairies dove to the cover of behind her with fear. Quickly, Bunny pulled out his boomerangs, and handed one of them to Tooth. North unsheathed his swords, and Sandy formed his golden whips, while Jack pushed himself to his feet.

"How many are there, Frost?" Bunny growled. The huge rabbit's eyes scanned the white skies, and his nose twitched as he sniffed out the enemy.

"I'm not sure. There might be at least two. I didn't get a good look at them." He answered.

Just then, the sleigh lurched, launching Bunny off his seat, and landing face first on the floor. On instinct, Jack spun around, and sent a flash of frost behind him, hitting dead center on a Nightmare.

"We have company!" North shouted urgently. Jack spun back around to face the front of the sleigh, to see at least thirty Nightmares launching themselves toward the Guardians.

"Pitch is in the castle! I have to get to Elsa!" He shouted. Bunny pulled himself up on his hindquarters with boomerang in paw.

"We can handle this, mate. Get to that girl before Pitch does something to her." He growled. Nimbly, the enormous hare leapt up off the sleigh, and threw his boomerang at the enemy, in which it successfully destroyed four of the Nightmares before it came back into Bunny's paw.

Jack nodded in reply, and took off in the direction of the castle. The Nightmares tried to get in his way, but were quickly changed into horse-cicles. "You messed with the wrong person, Pitch!" Jack roared.

"What do you mean, the Guardians are here!?" Pitch snarled at the sand horse that stood before him. The horse whinnied and snorted in reply, but it only made the Boogeyman angrier. "Forget about guarding the cocoons! Send in all the troops we have!" The horse neighed, and turned to leave. "Wait, one moment, General Smoke," The Nightmare turned to face him. "If you fail me again, there will be no more second chances." The horse's glowing eyes seemed to portray a look of fear, but then returned to its eerie blank look. With a snort, it pawed the wood floor, and took off through the ballroom window.

Elsa struggled frantically at her sand cocoon, but it would not budge. Pitch slowly strolled to her, stepping over her mother's motionless body as he did. "You know girl, the fear that you radiate invigorates me. It gives me energy, power and strength," He smiled. "You would be a very useful ally for me, Elsa. I don't have to hurt your parents, or your kingdom. If you agree to work with me, I will let them all go." He gently patted her head.

"D- don't touch me!" Elsa whimpered. Pitch seemed to ignore her.

"Come now, we both know that your sister and family will be safer with you gone. You are too dangerous for them." He stroked her face with a cold, greasy hand, and grinned.

Jack burst through the double doors of the castle. He expected to see an army of Nightmares waiting for him, but to his surprise, he saw nothing waiting. Cautiously, he tread into the castle with his staff at the ready. Suddenly, he felt something hit his foot. He looked down to see a large pile of black sand. Instinctively, he blasted it with ice, and watched the cold white frost cover it entirely. With as much force he could muster, he brought the bottom tip of his staff down on the sand. CRACK! The black sand shattered, revealing an unconscious Arendelle guard. Gasping, the boy crouched beside the body and placed two fingers on the man's throat. He'd never seen anything like this. Pitch was evil, but he wasn't the type to kill someone, right? But as he searched for a pulse, he felt a small beat coming from the man's neck. Jack couldn't help but sigh with relief.

Knowing there wasn't anything he could do for the man, Jack stood up, and scanned the room for more sand cocoons. Sure enough, he could count at least twelve black mounds spread around the room randomly. Quickly, Jack tapped each cocoon with his staff, and watched each one shatter from the fast moving ice. Satisfied that he freed every guard, Jack glided out the room in search for Elsa and Pitch.

Elsa squeezed her eyes shut in revulsion as the greasy, disgusting, foul man fiddled with her hair. She could hear her father shouting at Pitch to leave her alone, but she already knew that the Boogeyman wouldn't listen. She could feel his fingers pulling at every strand, as if she were some kind of pet to him.

"Such lovely hair," He crooned. "You will certainly be well sought for in the future." His stroking paused for a moment.

"Keep your hands off her you disgusting pile of filth!" The king roared. Elsa snapped her eyes open, to see her father struggling frantically in his cocoon. Confused, she turned to look at Pitch. To her utter horror, he was slowly moving his hand down from her face to her chest. His cold hands were not touching her, but she definitely knew what he was planning.

"Leave me alone! N- no! Stay away from me!" Elsa screamed. Pitch only smiled devilishly, and the sand melted away from her torso. With hunger in his eyes, Pitch reached forward. "NO!" She shrieked.

BOOM. The doors to the ballroom burst open, and a furious Jack Frost stood in the doorway. His white hair was dusted with black fear sand, and a bruise was forming on his right temple, but his blue eyes were blazing like fire with rage. "Pitch, would you be so kind as to STEP AWAY FROM ELSA!" He bellowed. Without a moment of hesitation, Jack launched himself at Pitch with such fury, that a full on blizzard was forming in the ballroom.

Jack's shoulder connected with Pitch's stomach, causing the dark man to let out a loud grunt. The two sprawled on the floor, with Jack on top. Quickly, Jack sat up, and grabbed a fistful of Pitch's collar, and brought down his fist on the man's jaw. Pitch groaned, but Jack wasn't done. Again and again, the boy punched his enemy's face with as much force as he could muster. Black blood was spurting out of Pitch's nose after a few punches.

Angrily, Pitch grabbed Jack's arm, and threw the Guardian off him. Jack, the lighter and smaller of the two, flew nearly five feet away from his opponent; far away from his staff. "Jack!" Elsa cried with worry. Jack pushed himself to his feet, and glanced at her. Their eyes met for a second, before Elsa shouted, "Jack! Look out!"

The Guardian spun to see Pitch holding an enormous black scythe in his hands. The Boogeyman swung it at the boy, but being much faster, Jack ducked down, and rolled to where his staff lay on the floor. He scooped it up, and shot a flash of frost at his enemy. Pitch blocked the attack with his scythe, and slammed down his weapon at Jack. Countering the attack, Jack created a wave of ice over him, but the scythe shattered the structure as it connected to its cold surface.

"I'm going to destroy you, Frost!" Pitch howled. "I know you can't keep up a fight like this forever! We both know how this is going to end!"

"Careful now, Pitch! You don't want those brains of yours to go to your head!" Jack shouted as he threw another blast of ice at him, then rose to the air above him. Pitch hesitated for a moment, then a look of annoyance appeared on his face. Pitch roared and attacked again.

"You fool! Do you really think that you could defeat me again?!" Pitch yelled. He threw the scythe to the side, and sent a blast of black sand at Jack.

"JACK!" Elsa screamed in alarm. Jack faced the incoming sand, and jabbed his staff into it. With a flash of pale blue light, the large wave of fear froze in midair. Literally froze. Ice spread over the surface, covering it entirely with Jack's magic. THUD. A block of solid ice landed between Pitch and Jack.

Panting, Jack looked up to face Pitch. "Yeah… I do think so."

Pitch stood there, his mouth wide open with shock, but then glared at him. "I have to let you know, Frost, that the entire royal family isn't here, oh no," He snarled, then turned to Elsa. "A certain little sister of yours is coming to join us. From what I understand, you haven't seen each other for a long time." Just as he said that, the ballroom doors burst open, to reveal a terrified Anna hanging upside down in a cocoon between two Nightmares.

"Anna!" Elsa wailed. The sight of her sister sobbing with terror was too much. The tears she was trying to hold back came crashing down. "L-l-let her go!" She sobbed. Pitch only seemed to take pleasure of seeing the girl in distress.

"I'm afraid I cannot do that," he smiled evilly as he motioned for the Nightmares to come forward. Anna was incredibly battered, terrible purple bruises dotted along her face, one of her braids were pulled out, and from what they could see, her dress was in tatters.

Jack's eyes narrowed, his hands curled to fists, and he ground his teeth. "Pitch, this isn't about them. It's about me. So let's keep it between us, and us only." Jack spoke in a steely calm voice. Elsa stared at him, but could only stare in horror. The fun-loving, mischievous, and kind Guardian was gone, and the thing that replaced him was truly terrifying.

"Didn't you hear me earlier, Frost? I told you that I will rip everything you care about away from you, and tear it to pieces, and these, adorable little girls mean a lot to you." Pitch purred as he ran a finger up Anna's face, as if to taunt Jack.

Something snapped inside Elsa. The fear she had before was gone, replacing it was utter loathing. Her crystal blue eyes zoned in on Pitch Black. That man had the nerve to capture her and her parents and then torture them, but then touch her sister? Fury built up in her little body like fire. NO ONE TOUCHED HER SISTER.

Hard ice formed on her cocoon with her rage, then shattered into a pile around her. Anna's eyes widened with shock. "Elsa?" She rasped. Pitch spun to face her.

"How-?" He gasped. Elsa's eyes locked onto him, and slowly raised her hands.

"Listen here, you brainless bunch of bricks," She snarled. "No one hurts my sister." With a flash of crystal blue light, sharp icicles launched themselves at the Boogeyman. Pitch let out a yelp and dove out of the way, just before the ice impaled the Nightmare behind him. With a whinny, the Nightmare exploded, sending sand everywhere.

Now that one of her supports was gone, Anna swung down underneath the other Nightmare, hanging by one side of her cocoon.

"No!" Pitch cried. "My General!" The Boogeyman spun to face Elsa. "You killed my best General!" Pitch howled in rage and dove at the little girl. With a scream, Elsa raised her hands to protect herself from the incoming man. Her power, reflecting her fear, lit up her hands with a blue glow, and blasted Pitch right in the chest.

The power of the blow blasted him up to the ceiling, to slam against the high wall, then plummet to the floor. As he fell, Pitch seemed to remember he could travel in the shadows, and melted into the darkness.

The sound of silence echoed in the room as Elsa and Jack stood there. Suddenly, the Nightmare holding Anna charged Elsa. With a scream, Elsa covered her face with her hands. She couldn't blast that Nightmare without possibly hurting Anna! With her eyes squeezed shut, Elsa felt a burst of wind pulling at her hair suddenly.

Quickly, she opened her eyes to see Jack cradling Anna in his arms. The Nightmare was nowhere to be seen. "Jack!" Elsa cried, and ran to the pair. The boy opened one arm for the little girl to run into, but Elsa stopped dead in her tracks. The horrible memory of Pitch stroking her hair, and then reaching for her chest flashed in her mind. Then the image of Jack's hardened and angry face made its way into her memories.

Slowly, she took a careful step back. "Elsa?" He asked.

"Jack, you need to go." She whispered. Tears were beginning to sting her eyes.

"Elsa?" Anna mumbled.

"Put Anna down, and leave!" Elsa yelled. Jack looked confused.

"Elsa, it's okay, it's just me!" Jack cried, and set Anna on the floor.

"You have to go! Mama and Papa can't see you! They'll know you did this to us! They'll-." Elsa was abruptly cut off as a long black blade suddenly shoved its way out of her stomach. Pitch stood behind her, with a look of utter loathing across his face.

Jack watched as Elsa collapsed on the floor, the shadow blade seemed to be absorbed into the little girl. As it was, her eyes suddenly turned into a dark black, as if her pupils had covered her entire eye.

"NO!" Jack howled. Pitch laughed, and melted back into the shadows. Jack sprinted to Elsa's side, and scooped her in his arms. Her eyes were entirely black, and her once rosy face paled to a shadowy gray. "Elsa! Can you hear me?! Elsa!" He put his hand to her cheek, but received no answer.

His entire body seemed to go numb. Elsa couldn't be dead! She couldn't! Quickly, he placed his fingers on her neck, and felt a slow beat. "Thank Manny!" He gasped, and held her close to him.