a few days later...
"Elisabet, I'm going out," Pitch called, wandering throughout the lair, looking for Elisabet.
"In here," he called from her dim bedroom. Pitch opened the creaky wooden door to see her crossing her legs, with a face of innocents.
"What are you doing," he asked.
"Drawing. Where are you going?" She raised a brow with curiously. She lied, Elisabet was actually making notes to self about possible ideas where Pitch could be hiding the key to his room.
"It's my turn to fear today. I'm going to be long, so make something for dinner. I'll be back by midnight," He informed, looking around her room for anything suspicious. By the way she's been treating him, he has to keep on his toes; and so does she. By this point, nobody in this household can be trusted.
"Okay," smiled she.
"You okay?"
She nodded her head in a rapid motion. How is it so easy for her to keep secrets from Pitch in general, but now, It's difficult as hell to hold her agenda for today a secret? Elisabet grinned, "You should get to fearing. Those souls can't be captured themselves."
He chuckled, "Of course."
As moments went passed that felt like centuries, Elisabet sat knees crossed on her bed until her father decided to exit the lair. She has never gotten out of bed faster than before; never so eager to explore something that was kept from her since forever. Hopefully, it wasn't anything disturbing, but then again, if it wasn't disturbing than there wouldn't be anything to hide; In that case, Elisabet must be prepared for whatever secret to be unfold. Let's just say this is payback for giving Elisabet a miserable childhood.
When the time came, Elisabet tiptoed out of the room encase Pitch decided to stay back for a bit to see what she was up to. Luckily, there was no sight of an evil immortal anywhere. The curious blonde searched though various parts of the household for any clue of a key. Until it hit her flat in the face. Where is another place Pitch would keep his stuff that he didn't want touched? His bedroom of course!
"Why the fuck didn't I think of this before," she asked herself with a face-palm that stung her forehead afterwards.
Elisabet crept into the dark room. No bed, furniture, anything! The only thing that was set in the Nightmare King's room was a desk and a stock of newspaper. It made sense, immortals don't often choose to sleep because they are often never fatigued.
Elisabet decided to begin with the obvious: the drawers; though the only thing that Elisabet could find was a hollow box filled with rotten baby teeth. Gross.
Next, she began to look through the newspaper. Many of the ripped paper informed events that Elisabet occurred in. This sent a strong shiver down her spine; her cheeks turned a plump shade; and her whole body began to sweat like a storm.
"I regret every single one of my murders." She swallowed a boulder.
After awhile of praying silently, Elisabet realized that she couldn't spot a single key in the block of dusty newspapers. She moved onto gazing around the area of the desk. When all hope was lost, in anger, Elisabet bolted an ice cold blast at Pitch's bedroom door. She forgot that the nightmare sand placed around the lair was ten times stronger than a blast of ice. What was the use? Not even destruction can tear this lair apart. So instead, she pushed over the desk onto its side, and watched the papers fly in the air.
But wait! On the back of the desk that used to face the wall had something bright. She moved tremendously closer to the fallen desk to see three keys; a rusty bronze key the shape of a tooth; a dusty silver key; and a murky key that had the face of Perses, the God of destruction.
Afterwards, when Elisabet was done gathering the three keys, she approached the door that held the secrets she was forbidden to ever see. As Elisabet got onto her knees, she one by one smashed each key into the keyhole of the door
First key,
it opened. Elisabet's heart was beating through her chest. She was now about to find out what exactly Pitch was hiding from her. She had so many questions. Why did he hide whatever is in this room for so long? Why does he have a room specially for whatever he's hiding? Does this secret have to do with her; or is the secret just too painful, that if anyone else finds out about it they would leave Pitch forever not feeling a single ping in their stomach for him? The questions just kept going and going .
She opened the door all of the way. The room gave a fresh smell of a new environment. She breathed in and exhaled out, slowly, taking in the new smell. She walked carefully over to each of the furniture (which there was barely any). Her eyes spotted a big globe in the back corner. It had a few lights glowing from it, the color of gold. She made her way over to the earth globe and examined it carefully.
She had no idea what the globe was for so she walked around the room some more. She gazed her eyes upwards at the ceilings to see millions of small bird cages. All of them were rusty.
She walked around some more, and made her way to another new area of the room.
It had news papers scattered everywhere with a dusty wooden desk. Elisabet dragged her feet to the desk and picked up one of the newspapers. It read:
ARENDELLE NEWS!
The newborn princess Elisabet E. Frost has been missing for 17 years now. We have gotten an update from the King, claiming that he has seen her in Burgess just a couple days ago. If you have seen-
Elisabet stopped reading the newspaper with her jaw dropped. She was confused. No... amused. This has to be a joke. Right?
She picked up a few more newspaper and read them.
ARENDELLE NEWS!
The newborn princess is still missing and Kidnapped by the boogie man-
Elisabet dared herself not to read the rest. She picked up another newspaper and read the print.
ARENDELLE NEWS!
Boogie man, Pitch Black, has not been seen ever since the kidnapping of Elisabet E. Frost. If-
She didn't want to believe anything she was reading. This is why Pitch hid this room from her?! So he can hide the fact that he kidnapped Elisabet?! She sat at the desk and found a small ripped up missing posters. She picked one up and looked at it.
It was a baby girl. She looked somewhat like Elisabet. So she assumed that it was her.
Before she knew it a tear rolled down her cheek. Why was this happening? She started to pinch herself, in case she was dreaming. It didn't work.
Her blue eyes casted their way to the end of the desk. It was a small green chest, with dirt and dust all over the top. She picked it up and whipped the top of it.
It needed a key to open it up. So she tried the key that she didn't use yet. It surprisingly opened up.
She lifted the lid to the chest to find notes of papers and pictures. She picked up a piece of notebook paper and read it.
I have kidnapped Elisabet today. I did it because she looked scared in my eyes (even though she was sleeping). I saw someone else when I looked at her. Some one afraid as well. Someone familiar...
she put down the note and whipped her eyes. This was happening...
She picked up a picture of a black haired girl. She had yellowish green eyes and hair that went down to her knees. She had on a long sleeved green dress. She looked a lot like Elisabet. The facial structure though.
She dropped the paper in her hands and put her hand in the chest one last time. Elisabet picked up a locket that was broken. It had a black and white picture of a small girl with black hair. It was the same girl that was previously in the last picture she has seen.
Elisabet slammed the locket to the ground and buried her head in her hands. She sobbed and sobbed. She put her head up and whipped her mouth, eyes, and nose. She tried to be strong and looked for more evidence that she was kidnapped.
She casted her eyes on a midnight blue box that was scratched and drawn on with pen. It said "ELISABET'S MEMORIES". She picked up the small thing and opened it up. It had all of her baby teeth that she has ever lost (except for the one she lost of course a couple years ago). She examined the teeth and quickly shut the box closed, and put it in her pocket.
Elisabet sat up and thought. Her father's name wasn't Pitch Black. Her last name wasn't Black. And this underground home was not her home.
She was going to confront Pitch right when he gets home.
Pitch opened the exit and locked it again, walking around the house. "I'm home!" He called making his way to Elisabet's room. On his way he past his secret room. "Oh no," He muttered. "Crap!"
He ran to Elisabet's room and opened her door. She was on her bed, looking at Arendelle newspapers, pictures, and etc.
He gasped and snatched one of the newspapers in her hands. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! I THOUGHT I TOLD YOU TO NOT GO IN THAT ROOM, ELISABET BLACK!"
She looked at him holding a piece of paper in her hands. "It's not Black. It's Frost." She looked down at a newspaper article and started reading aloud. "princess Elisabet E. Frost has been missing. If you happen to find her-"
Pitch took the paper out of her hands. "Stop!"
"Why did you do this to me?!"
"I didn't-"
"You kidnapped me and from the one family I was supposed to be with for the rest of my life! And you took that away from not only me, but from my parents!"
"You need to relax-"
"NO! I CANT RELAX!"
He sat down on the bed, with a hand on her shoulder. "I can explain-"
"You can't... I'm leaving!" She stormed out of her room and towards the exit. He followed her.
"You think you can just leave like this?! Think! If you confront them, then their gonna know you've been fearing on others your whole life! Their not gonna want a murderer! When they tell you they don't want you anymore their gonna kick you out and you're going to have no where to go. You definitely won't be able to come back here!"
She thought for a second and turned around. "You are not my concern anymore, Pitch Black."
She opened into the pouring rain of the night.
When Elisabet set foot in the village of Arendelle, she didn't bring extra clothes or extra anything. Just herself, and her old teeth in the pocket of her denim jacket.
She spotted a familiar silver haired girl walking towards a huge castle with gates and guards blocking it off. She followed her and saw how she bowed to the men and how they let her in. The girl that looked as if she could be fifteen disappeared behind the closed gates. After a quick take of notes, Elisabet walked up to the guards and bowed.
"What do you want?" One man scoffed.
Elisabet cleared her throat. "I would like to speak to the King and queen."
The guards looked at each other and back at Elisabet. "What for?" The other man asked.
Elisabet rolled her eyes. "I am Elisabet E. Frost, the lost princess. I arrive here in Arendelle because I found out that I am the lost princess. So, if you could just get them for me, maybe we won't have any trouble. Hmm?"
The silver haired girl peaked her head between the crack of the door. She gasped and stepped towards Elisabet. "You look so familiar. Do I know you?"
Elisabet laughed. "You look familiar as well. We might know each other."
"Jazel Overland Frost," she curtsied. "I am the Princess."
Elisabet gasped. "You must be my sister then."
Jazel's eyes widened. "Your the..."
Elisabet nodded.
"No way! Come on!" She said, grabbing her arm into the castle court yard.
With Jazel by her side, Elisabet approached Jack and Elsa who they found in the study lounge.
The king and Queen gave a look of "do I know you?" When Elisabet approached the two of them.
"I- I..." Elisabet looked back at Jazel who was giving her a pat on the shoulder.
"I am your daughter, the lost princess."