It's been many years since I last saw Elsa. Now, here the Tooth Fairy is telling me she has the memories of everyone, including myself. Does that mean she has Elsa's too?

Jack found nothing wrong with being in Antarctica, except that he could think of all his wrongs there.

The air was cold, not that it bothered him. Jack had only ever been reminded from it, reminded of someone he had once loved.

He ran to the ledge of a snow-covered rock and thrust his arm to throw the tooth capsule away. How could he do such a thing though? He ruined his relationship with the other guardians to get the memories. He risked and accomplished the destruction of Easter. What else was there to do but remember?

"I thought this might happen." Pitch came up behind him. "They never really believed in you." Jack was surprised at first to hear the Nightmare King behind him but then just grew with anger. "I was just trying to show you that, but I understand."

"You don't understand anything!" Jack yelled, shooting ice toward Pitch and jumping to the other side of him. How could Pitch understand what he had gone through? The others hated him. He was supposed to be the next guardian, the next child savior, the next person to bring children happiness. He was supposed to finally understand what he had been born for, why the moon had brought him out of the ice so long ago! How could Pitch possibly understand? He would never know what Jack had lost.

All the children he had taught, invisibly played with, watched grow up. The village near his pond disappearing in the single blow of a horrible storm. A town rising from his snow and cities popping up around the world. Arendelle sinking into the fjord and that very water consuming the land only to back away years later, destroying land to reveal land.

"They'll fear both of us, and that's not what I want," Jack explained. Pitch only wanted darkness, nightmares, fear. Jack wanted happiness, a happiness he once had, a happiness that could spread through everyone. That way… everyone could be happy. No sadness. No cries in the night. Just laughs. "For the last time, leave me alone."

"Very well. You want to be left alone," Pitch sneered. Yes, I do. "Done, but first…"

Now Jack and Baby Tooth were stranded, stuck in a crevice in the cold snow, his snow, of course.

When Baby Tooth had been thrown, he felt terrible. Here was a victim of Pitch's attack on the Tooth Palace that he had saved. And there she flew.

Then, there was his staff. The first and only object he actually owned besides his clothes. He hadn't wanted to part with it; Baby Tooth, however, was more important. But then Pitch broke it. His staff in pieces… It lie beside him in two. His chest hurt. The layers of frost that had been preserving the ancient wood, gone. The first ice that he touched it with, almost like a lost child, gone.

Baby Tooth sneezed.

"Sorry," Jack sighed. "All I can do is keep you cold."

"Jack, there's something I need to tell you."

Elsa stood in front of him, nervous with her hands clasped in front of her.

"What is it?" Jack was getting worried. Elsa had been more distant lately.

"I- I'm getting married, Jack." He shouldn't have been surprised. Elsa was a queen in need of a king. Anna couldn't rule even though she had Kristoff, she would never unless something happened to Elsa.

"Oh?" he asked, trying to seem happy and curious. "T-To who?" Dang it. He had stuttered.

"He's a good person, Jack. We've been conversing for a while now. I trust him." He simply nodded. He cursed himself for not congratulating her, but then, something happened. It was something that shouldn't have. Something that was impossible to the people who could not see him.

She kissed him.

His chest was warm as his face would have been. Everywhere she was connected to him was heated, but it could only be the opposite for her.

When she broke away, her eyes were squeezed shut and her teeth were clenched. And then she shivered.

He could only keep one cold.

"Pitch was right," he exhaled. "I make a mess of everything." Baby Tooth moved into his pocket and made the move for Jack to see who he originally was.

I was human, he thought. I was a person. I had a life, a sister. I saved my sister. I made the villagers laugh. I made them happy. I-I brought happiness to children before. Wait, I was alive. That means that… I died.

Not just that. Not just that.

There was another voice mixed in, entwined with these memories.

"Stay away from me!"

His hand on a small head that he would lean on for years to come.

"My name… Elsa."

He had known Elsa! He had met Elsa! And all before he had died and become the Jack he knew himself as now! This, he understood, explains why she was surprised when she first heard my name. Oh, that- I must have caused her pain. She-She saw me die.

A smoky air lifted from his dark staff a few feet away. Pitch's voice came from it.

"So you finally know," he snickered. "You knew Queen Elsa long before she ruled. Think about it, Jack. All those years of the fear of hurting her family. All those years of crying in her sleep, or of the night you heard her silent screams. It was all me. I was the darkness in her head, the monster under bed, the uncontrollable danger of her powers."

"It was you," Jack mumbled. "Why?"

"She was my favorite child. She had such a tormented soul. I gave her nightmares about her parents, her sister, and even you."

"Me?"

"Especially you. She loved you, Jack, and I destroyed her. I was there with her from the moment she first hurt Princess Anna to the time she sunk to her knees in the blizzard. I was even there when Princess Anna died and her daughter kept her father and aunt from going insane. Yes, I enjoyed giving her nightmares as well."

"Be quiet," Jack snarled.

"Were you there when Queen Elsa died? I was."

Jack flinched as he remembered Elsa on her deathbed. Her niece at her side along with Elsa's son. Jack stood at the head of the bed, watching her, missing the child he had first found, not even knowing she had been in his life when it was still a life.

"Do you remember her last words, Jack?"

"Jack, I'm scared."