Darkness. That's all I saw all around me and I was floating in the middle of it. I tried to move my hands or my feet but I couldn't. I tried to move my head but I couldn't either. It's like I was paralyzed but the only thing I could move were my eyes, or so I think I could because all I could see was nothing but black. I kept moving my eyes everywhere that I could. Suddenly, I saw a pair of golden eyes appear right above me. A scream rose up in my throat.

"Ivan…" I heard him say.

"Why are you doing this?" I said to him, surprised I could actually talk.

He didn't reply back, his eyes still on me. After a few seconds, his eyes disappeared. I then starting looking around, trying to see if I could find a trace of a light or something. I could feel the air around me tightening. I couldn't breathe.

"Mom! Dad!" I yelled.

"Ivan! Ivan wake up!" I heard dad yell at me.

"Dad!" I yelled, breathing hard as I felt the air tighten. I closed my eyes tightly and then opened them up. There was now light. My vision was still blurry but it slowly came back to normal. I slowly focused on the two figures in front of me. Within a few seconds, my vision went back to normal and I saw mom and dad right in front of me. Mom was in the bed right next to me, holding me and dad was kneeling next to the bed, my hand gripped his arm.

"Ivan! Are you alright?" Mom asked worriedly. I shakingly nodded my head, catching my breath.

"W-what happened?" I asked, glancing over to dad who stood up from where he had been kneeling with my hand still on his arm. I carefully let go of him.

"We think you had a panic attack." He said to me, rubbing my back.

"A panic attack?" I asked.

"Yes honey. You started panicking because you dropped the glass star and you tried to pick up the pieces, cutting yourself in the process." She said, nodding down at my hands. I looked down at my hands which were now bandaged up. Each finger had long strips of bandages, covering mostly the top half of them where they were mostly cut up.

"Your dad tried to stop you but for some reason you wouldn't stop trying to pick up the broken pieces," she continued "and then he had to hold you up because you about fell over and started to panic."

"And while I held you, you wouldn't stop saying "I'm sorry, I'm sorry,"" Dad continued. "and because you were panicking, you caused a blizzard with strong winds."

I snapped my head up at him, gazing at him in horror.

"I didn't hurt anybody did I?" I asked him. If I had unintentionally hurt somebody, there was no way I could forgive myself for it.

"No, you didn't." He answered, rubbing my hair. "The Christmas tree almost fell over due to the strong winds but we got it under control. You ended up passing out and that caused the blizzard to stop, but no one got hurt."

I breathed a sigh of relief. "I'm glad." I said to them. "Where is aunt Anna and uncle Kristoff and my cousins? Where is Evangeline?" I asked them.

"They're all fine honey." Mom said to me, brushing my cheek with the back of her hand. I turned to face her.

"Can I see them?" I asked. Mom shook her head.

"Not right now sweetie. They're all asleep right now but I can assure you that they're alright and I promise you that you can see them in the morning. They were really worried about you." She said to me. I leaned my head against her shoulder.

"I'm so sorry for everything that happened earlier." I said.

"Don't be Ivan." Dad said to me. "We know you didn't mean for any of that to happen."

I was so upset with myself that I wanted to scream and cry. I hated myself for what I had done, even if mom and dad told me that it wasn't my fault. But most of all, I was angry. I was angry at Pitch. I had to see him and demand to know why he was doing all of this. I clenched my fists, the bandages wrapped around my fingers tightened.

"Why would he do this? Pitch is like a father to me and I just don't understand why he would do this to me, why he deliberately scare me, making me cause a blizzard that almost hurt everyone?" I wondered to myself. The only way I'd find out was by going to go see him as soon as possible.

"Mom, dad? I really still feel tired and I'd like to get some sleep, if that's alright?" I asked them, glancing at the both of them. They both exchanged worried glances.

"Honey, are you sure?" Mom asked worriedly.

"You just woke up and you haven't eaten anything at all." Dad said to me.

"You sure you don't want us to stay here with you, just in case?" mom asked.

I nodded my head at her. "I'll be fine mom, really. And, I'm not all that hungry dad, thank you though." I smiled at them, trying to show them that I was alright when in fact I wasn't.

Mom pursed her lips, not fully convinced. She stared up at dad and I knew they really didn't want to leave me alone in my room.

"Well, alright." Mom said. "But we're going to be checking up on you every hour, alright?"

"Yes mom." I said.

She gave me a weak smile then leaned up and kissed my forehead. Dad bent down and gave me a hug.

"We'll be right across the hall if you need us." Dad said to me. I nodded my head.

"Could you please close the door when you go out?" I asked. Mom looked back at dad, not sure if that was such a good idea but he nodded his head at her.

"We will." He said to me, holding mom's hand as he led her to the door.

"Goodnight mom. Goodnight dad." I said to them as they walked out.

"Goodnight honey." Mom said to me before dad closed the door to my room. Once he did and I heard the door to their room close, I quickly jumped out of bed.

I bent down to look under my bed for my shoes. Once I saw them, I grabbed them and quickly put them on my feet. It hurt a little too since it was putting pressure against the bandaged cuts on my fingers. Once I finished putting them on, I went over to my drawer and took out my snow globe. Pitch had some questions to answer.

"Pitch's lair." I whispered to it before throwing it in front of me, the portal opening up.