Arendelle Continued...

"Wake up Jack..."

Jack groaned and slightly opened his eyes. His head ached and vision blurred. He squinted his eyes, trying to focus them on who stood above him as he rested on the hard ground. He pulled his hand to the back of his head but immediately flinched and pulled away at the painful sting he felt when he touched it.

He could feel blood on his hand from his head. Jack was too stunned and weak to react or panic. Instead, he closed his eyes again and to ignore the pain. He could still hear the voice calling out to him. Demanding he pick himself up.

"Fine. Maybe this will trigger you." The voice deeply growled and placed it's foot on his chest.

Jack opened his eyes and let out a high pitched cry as he felt someone brutally stomp on his chest. He clutched his fists and arched his back. The inside of his chest burned, as if something had broken.

"Oh Good, you're awake." The figure removed his foot from his chest and looked down at the incapacitated Jack Frost, lying on the cold hard ground in deep pain. His cries of agony were like music to his ears.

Jack looked straight up and the figure. His vision still blurred and his head still spun around, but he knew who it was. Pitch Black once again.

Pitch remained staring at him, defenseless on the ground. He had always dreamed of this sight. Watching his own enemy fade at his mercy.

"You have no idea how long I've waited for this Jack." He roared.

Jack tried to use whatever strength he could draw from his weak and broken body. He managed to flip himself over onto his stomach and tried to use his arms to crawl away. Doing his hurt even more, but what choice did he have?

The Boogeyman was only even more amused to see him pathetically try to escape. He took his foot again and stomped on Jack's hand as he reached out again, trying to pull his body away.

He let out another painful shriek as Pitch crushed his left hand.

"Where do you think you're going?" He howled and kicked him in the ribs, pushing him back on his back. A small puddle began to form under Jack's head.

He tried his best to keep quiet. He didn't want to give that monster the joy of seeing him in so much pain and misery. He bit his lip and flexed his body.

His mouth tried to form words, but he couldn't. He remained on the ground, panting and trembling.

Pitch got lower and grabbed a fistful of his brown hair and picked up his head. A smirk crept across his face and he forcefully threw his scalp back on the ground. Jack let out another small cry at his action.

Jack managed to breath out a few words. "Where's... Elsa...?" He glared at him.

"Oh I don't know... But don't worry Jack, she'll get her's after him done here with you." He threatened and looked at him with his evil yellow eyes. His scowl was like blades piercing you skin. Unavoidable.

Jack face grew angry and serious. No sign of pain, just hatred towards his enemy.

"Don't you DARE go after her!" He yelled. His right hand turned back into a fist while his other hand bleed and shook from being crushed under his boot.

Pitch laughed a little and then punched Jack's shoulder playfully, yet also intending to cause more bruises and begs. Jack just flinched his body for a second and concealed his yelps and tears.

Pitched picked himself back up and spoke. "I don't need to come after her. She'll come to you." He smirked and kicked his knee. He grew unsatisfied with Jack's resistance and silence.

"Call OUT to HER!" He commanded and kicked him again. His goal was to get him to lure Elsa to them with his cries of pain.

"NO!" He loudly refused and pulled out his good arm and attempted to blast sharp icicles at Pitch's body. Unfortunately, Pitch was able to deflect the ice with his black sand shielding himself.

He looked at him in confusion for a second and then said, "I thought you were Mortal now?"

Jack, still trying to keep himself conscious even after losing so much blood to the ground replied, " A-A Gift from The Man on the Moon." He stuttered and smirked, getting ready to attack again.

"We'll see about that." Before he could do anything, Pitch formed some more black sand and attacked his hand with it. He could feel his hand burn and lose power and it's coldness.

Jack closed his eyes again and passed out, but re-woke seconds later at the alerting feel of Pitch gripping his throat.

"I said call out to her NOW!" He tightened his hold onto Jack's throat, preventing him from breathing. Jack struggled and tired to push his hand away but again, his body was too damaged and weak to do anything. He could barely even breath correctly, aware that he might have gotten a damaged lung from so many forceful kicks.

Pitch released his neck and continued threatening him.

"Just you wait Jack. Can't you picture it now? Her last words calling your name and begging for your help while you just lie there and watch. Not able to do a single thing. Her body on the floor, waiting for you. Her beautiful eyes full of tears looking over to you. And you won't be able to do anything to save her."

Jack continued to tremble in fear. Not from the beating he was receiving from Pitch, but fear from what his plans were for Elsa. And sadly, he was right. How could he protect her like this? His body sore and bruised, bleeding, dying...

"You- you won't get away with... this" He struggled with his last confident breath.

"That's exactly what you Guardian friends said. In fact, they specifically said that YOU would be the one to stop me. But look at you now. Crying on the ground at my mercy. How pathetic..."

At that reply, Jack's last string of hope left his eyes.

Pitch continued to torture him with no mercy. He tried his best to conceal and don't feel but he couldn't hold it back anymore. Every brutal attack came in faster, harder, more painful. It was only a matter of time till he was almost completely broken.

Jack knew the only reason he was still alive was because Pitch wanted to cause him not only physical pain, but also emotional pain by destroying what was most precious to him. This time not just in a nightmare, but for real in front of his very eyes.

"Oh don't die on me just yet. We're only getting started!" Pitch scolded.

He finally stopped beating Jack and took a few steps back. Another cloud of sand grew from the floor. He stuck his arm in it and pulled out something.

Jack knew what It was but he didn't even bother to react. It was his staff. The very same staff that he once wielded and even rivaled with Pitch's power.

Pitch let out a nasty grin across his dark pale face and held it's middle with both hands. Jack held his breath and prepared himself, already knowing what his intentions with his staff were.

-Meanwhile-

Elsa gracefully walk passed the gates. The Queen was respectfully greeted by her people as she proceeded into the heart of the kingdom. The sun shined brightly on her flawless pale skin and her bleach blonde hair glowed in the rays of the sky.

She took a seat on a nearly fountain and cupped her hands on her lap. She looked over and saw a happy couple laughing and holding hands. Her mind drifted and she started thinking of Jack and her. Elsa closed her eyes and lightly smiled at the thought of Jack sleeping with that adorable look on his face.

"Jack..." She hummed to herself. Her body and heart craved his embrace and comfort.

Out of instinct she opened her eyes and turned her head, looking for Jack's delicious smile and melting eyes. Elsa blissfully laughed at herself and crossed her legs. More dreams of Jack peacefully swept in.

Suddenly, her day dreams were interrupted by a loud tortuous scream that came from around the castle. Elsa froze still for a moment. She got off her seat and looked over with wide eyes and confusion.

Another scream.

Elsa had heard that cry before. She had heard it from the night before, from Jack. The very same shriek he released from his nightmares. He was in pain, she knew she needed to be there to comfort him.

"Jack?!"

One of her guards came from behind her and touched her shoulder. "My Queen? Is everything alright?"

Elsa ignored the man behind her and rushed back to the castle. A trail of light snow and frost scattered behind her as she ran due to her panic. Her body continued to tense after another cry of pain entered and consumed her ears.

-Meanwhile-

Jack screamed as Pitch broke his wooden staff into two, then four. Pitch watched with satisfaction as the cold from the staff faded and eventually disappeared completely. He tightly squeezed the remaining pieces in his hands and dissolved them into black dust.

Jack remained panting on the ground, struggling to remain conscious. His body hurt and begged him to just roll over and just end the pain. Just die... But his heart begged him to stay here, to keep fighting. This wasn't about him and freeing himself from this nightmare. This was about Elsa. He knew he had to listen to his heart. Every slow pulse reminded him that Pitch would go after her and hurt her. Because of him.

He tried to ignore the pain and only focus on stopping Pitch, but how could he? Every broken bone, every blood droplet, ever bruise and pain demanded to take his attention and nerve. Jack felt like he deserved it though, that this was all his fault. If it wasn't for his selfishness the fate of the guardians might have changed and Pitch would be gone again. Only a dark memory. If it wasn't for him, Elsa's life wouldn't be in danger. It was because of him that she was declared The Boogeyman's 6th target on his 'Torture and Terminate' list.

There was no point in praying that she wouldn't come. He knew she would. That was the moment he wished she didn't love him, so she'd stay away and be safe. But there was no point in that either. Even if she didn't come, Pitch would find her and inflict the same damage.

She didn't deserve this pain. Not after she had already been through so much before. Her isolated childhood, alone and cold. The sorrow of her parents death. The fear of herself and causing harm to others. Elsa deserved a happy life, and they both finally achieved a taste of it. That is, until the monster that stood above him emerged.

His self thoughts and regret were interrupted when he heard a voice. Her voice. "No."

"Jack?" He looked over and saw Elsa standing a couple feet away from them. She looked so confused and innocent.

"No Elsa. Why did you come? I'm sorry."

Pitch took notice of her presence and grinned. "Look who's here Jack. The beautiful snow queen herself. Hello my dear." She looked over at Pitch and grew uncomfortable. He was pure darkness with only a hint if impaling yellow from his eyes.

"Who are you-" She paused and trembled at the sight of Jack on the ground.

He looked so broken and miserable. A horrified expression crept upon her face. There was so much blood and he looked exhausted. The side of his head was badly bruised and his chest shook with fear and pain.

Elsa cried out his name and took a step closer. Jack looked over to her with his eyes full of tears.

"Go." He mouthed the word as more tears flooded his eyes. Cold icy droplets fell down her pale cheeks. She shook her head no and looked back to Pitch Black.

He widened his eyes at her and formed a blade out of his black sand. He backed closer to Jack and rested the tip on his neck. Jack let out a small yelp but focused his eyes on hers.

"I'm so sorry my Queen, but Jack is otherwise incapacitated at the moment..." He smirked and pushed it closer towards his skin.

"Get AWAY from him!" She demanded, trying her best to keep herself from crying.

Pitch ignored her demands and roughly planted his foot on Jack's wrist. Elsa grew even more scared as she watched him whine and cry in pain. She couldn't bare to watch this anymore. Elsa pulled out her arms, threatening to use her powers of ice against him.

Pitch chuckled and pulled his weapon away from Jack's throat.

"Now leave!" She scolded, still at her attack stance. Jack knew he was toying with her. He still had that evil, devious look in his eye.

"Yeah... How about, NO!" He laughed and instantly made his attack. Before either one of them could react, Pitch stuck his blade into Jack's shoulder. He let out a loud painful groan, and later a scream. Black sand flowed out of his wound along with thick streams of blood.

Elsa's breath completely escaped her. Her widened and filled with tears as her hands and legs trembled and torso rapidly panted. Her heart sank and broke. Throughout the insanely excruciating torture, Jack managed to remain conscious, barely.

"Elsa." He muttered as he reached his hand out to her. His eyes looked into hers with hope still in them, trying to comfort her. Everything's gonna be alright. Then, he closed his eyes and dropped his head.

"Did I kill him? Oops. Didn't wanna finish him that quickly." Pitch joked while kicking Jack's side, checking if he was alive.

Elsa's body grew tense and her face turned angry. She pushed her arms forward and summoned her powers. Sharp icicles grew from the ground below her feet and rapidly extended towards the Boogeyman.

Pitch attempted to shield himself with his black dust but struggled. Her intense emotions only seemed to increase her power. A small blizzard formed and spiraled around the snow queen while frozen tears fell to the ground.

Elsa's cold took devoured and overpowered his darkness. Her icicles managed to break through and hit him. He tried to dodge but fell on one knee and growled. Pitch clenched his teeth and angled his eyebrows in frustration and anger. He turned around and revealed a deep, thick cut that started from his cheek, across his eye, and the top of his forehead. His blood and the flesh inside was also pure black.

"You're going to regret that." He intimidated. A large pile of his dust formed below his feet and circled him. His body dissolved into the sand and he disappeared.

The sky around them darkened and thundered. The air surrounding them thinned and forcefully blew.

Elsa released the blizzard around her and ran towards Jack. She fell to her knees and the held his cheeks with her soft, smooth palms.

"J-Jack? Jack please." She whimpered with deep sorrow. His body remained motionless. Heavy tears lined down her cheeks as she rested her hand his chest.

She let out a quick exhale of relief of when she felt his heart pulse and his chest struggle to breath.

He opened his eyes. "Elsa?" Jack softly called and made an effort to pick himself up.

"I'm here Jack. Don't move, you're gonna be alright." She gave him a hopeful smile and wiped his tears. He smiled back at her but then froze silent at the evil laugh that echoed around them in the dark.

Pitch emerged from the ground behind Elsa. "Behind you..."

Before She could get up and fully turn around he ruthlessly struck her from behind. A small shriek left her voice as she fell over. Her body fell on it's side and collapsed right next to Jack. Elsa laid on gasping in pain and tightly closing her eyes, waiting for his finish.

"Jack!" She cried his name, barely conscious.

He looked over at Jack who was watching with fear and even more anger in his eyes. "What did I say Jack?" He grinned. "Nothing to do to save her. You're pathetic." He cruelly reminded.

Jack screamed as he desperately struggled to stand on his feet. He only could manage to get up on one knee. His insides ripped and scorched inside. His right arm dripped with blood as it dangled and his other gripped his ribs. He was absolutely exhausted. Totally broken. Completely defeated.

Black sand surfaced around Elsa and tightly securing her arms and waist down, pinning her back to the ground. More sand coursed from the veins in Pitch's arm and made their way to the palm of his hand. As he held it open, a sharp long blade formed and solidified at the force of his grip.

"Now I'm going to kill you, through her." He threatened with superiority. The tip of his blade inches from her chest.

"You know Jack, I could have done this a while back, but it only seemed appropriate if you were here to witness." He referred to the night he visited Elsa in her slumber.

"NO!" Jack screamed and stumbled forward. He could hardly move. He eyes glanced at Elsa, her body trembled and her eyes met his. Just as Pitch predicted; they were full of tears and they begged his for help while he just watched.

Before he could crawl any closer, Jack's face was met with a powerful kick. He pulled himself back on his knees. The Boogeyman grew irritated at his persistence and hovered closer to him.

"You don't know when to QUIT!" He yelled as he powerfully kicked at his chest. Jack fell over and yelped in more pain. He looked back over at Elsa pinned down. Her eyes were half open and her breathing decelerated. She mouthed his name as her lips shuddered.

"Be a good little mortal SHIT and wait you turn." He turned his attention back to Elsa. "I'm so sorry your highness, where were we? OH!."

She desperately blew a small snow blast at his chest, but there seemed to be no affect besides making him lose his breath for a second.

Pitch evilly chuckled at her pitiful defense and kicked the left of her face. "Ouch, chilly..." He smirked, with a sarcastic tone.

Jack dropped his head and closed his eyes. He couldn't move any longer. He couldn't fight his sufferings anymore. "I'm sorry."

His heart jolted when he heard her screamed and cried.

Jack lightly opened his eye. His vision blurred and his brain spun. "No, Please!"

Another scream of pain.

"Elsa!" He silently breathed. He called again a little louder. He clenched his broken fists and made another attempt to pull himself up.

She screamed again.

All he could hear was her cries and Pitch's sinister laugh. The sound of her cries and pain was worse than any beating he could give.

~Flashback~

"I'm scared! It's getting stronger!" A younger Elsa cried, stepping back into a corner. Ice jaggedly cut through the walls and floors.

Jack reached his hand out to her, trying to comfort her. "Hey It's okay. Don't cry Elsa, you'll-"

"No! Don't touch me! Please, I don't wanna hurt you Jack." She interrupted and begged with tears in her eyes as he took another step closer. She held her gloved hands up to her chest, trying to keep as much distance as possible.

The way she looked so frightened, so scared, broke his heart. All he wanted was for her to be happy. When she cried, he cried inside.

His eyes met hers, "You could never hurt me. I know you wouldn't." He smiled and came closer.

Elsa let down her restrains and allowed him to touch her. Jack wiped her tears and pulled her into a comforting hug. She cried more into his chest and gripped his jacket.

"I'll always be here for you Elsa. To wipe the tears and remove the pain. I promise."

The next day he was gone.

~Flashback End~

"I promised." Jack reminded himself. "And I lied." He let a cold tear drop fall to the ground as Elsa grew silent. The only thing he could hear now was the sound of his blood dripping to the floor beneath him and the pulse of his heart almost coming to a complete stop.

He struggled, but finally managed to get on his feet. The pain decreased as he felt himself fade away. Pitch turned around and growled, feeling tired of his refusal to die and opposition.

"I say it's about time you die Jack." He pointed his blade towards Jack. They stood only a few feet from each other, both vengeful.

"Then I'm taking you with me." He threatened still trying to focus his vision and maintain balance.

Pitch walked hovered forward to him. He looked down at Jack and stared right into his sad, defeated eyes while Jack tried to focus on his demon yellow eyes.

"You think you can resist me, FEAR?." He shouted and quickly took a tough grip on Jack's neck, picking him up from where he stood. His feet dangled inches above the ground as the grip on his throat tightened after each second.

"I am death and chaos!" He continued as he choked the life out of Jack. "What are you to defy me? You're nothing but a fucking-" He paused and coughed out a cold groan of discomfort. His fingers dug into his own chest in pain.

Pitch dropped Jack on the floor and stumbled back with shock.

"W-What did you do to me?!" He screeched as he watched his fingers turn to cold ice. The color in his eyes faded and his black hair turned white as snow.

Jack watched as the rest of his body convert into ice, starting from his chest to the rest of his body. Pitch desperately tired cutting himself open and removing the cold.

"NO! I CAN'T-" He viciously screamed, but was silenced as the rest of his dark, slender body turned into cold ice. In between Jack and Elsa stood an ice statue of the boogeyman in a angered form. The sky brightened and the air relaxed itself.

Jack finally let his body fall down and relax. The corner of his lip curved into a smile at the sight of Elsa hurrying towards him.

"Jack." She whimpered as she fell on her legs, next to him and pulled his head onto her lap. Her heart sunk to see him so beaten and bruised. The stab wound on his shoulder dripped blood all the way down to his hand and the back of his head stained her dress.

She continued to softy cry his name and brush his cheeks to wake him up. "Please Jack. Don't leave me." More heavy tears fell from he blue eyes as she pulled him into a light embrace.

"That kinda hurts." He gently chuckled.

"Jack!" She joyfully cried and let a quick exhale of relief as released him from her chest.

"I didn't say I didn't like it." He joked again and lifted his head at her and smiled.

Elsa smiled back and pulled him back into her soft touch. "You're gonna be okay Jack." She sniffled in his hold. "I was so scared. I thought I was gonna lose you."

She pulled away and kissed his lips.

Jack slowly pulled his hand to her rosy cheeks and wiped her tears. "I'll never leave you. I'll always be here for you. To wipe the tears and remove the pain. I-"

"Promise." She finished his sentence, resting her hand on his heart and smiled at his.

Thanks for reading and please review!

I know I'm not the best at writing these kinds of things. I'm probably just gonna stick to writing romance instead of this angst and suspense for future Fan Fiction. I know this chapter was really cliche and disgusting so I'd like your feedback.