I'm sorry guyyys,, this chapter is so cruel and terrible but necessary TT

And I apologize to Jelsa XD... those with innocent minds... there will be mild torture in this chapter sooo... yahh

Ahh the end is nearly coming stay with me guys ;D

(Don't kill me ^^)

Chapter 11: Chilled to the Bone

Elsa POV

"Give me one reason I should trust you." I said, and I could tell my words hurt him like ice shards. Jack Frost. Liar. Traitor. Cheater.

"Elsa, it wasn't us. I swear." Jack pleaded, hurt. Always so desperate. My ninja stars were still clutched reassuringly in my palm, legs apart in battle stance. But I knew the battle I would be fighting today was a battle of wills.

"H-How can y-you say that?" I shook my head, squashing the growing attraction I felt for the handsome man. His angled cheekbones glinted in the moonlight.

"Els, please, just listen." He pleaded, beautiful blue eyes boring into my very soul.

"You-You burned them. The whole Neutrality Zone, Jack! Anna was burned! Did you hear me? ANNA WAS BURNED!" I could hear my voice growing hysterical as I gripped the ninja stars tighter in my hand. The sight of Anna, barely 7, lying motionless on the Disney base hospital bed area, red hair spread in a fan around her, was physically painful.

"Elsa, you know I wouldn't have allowed that to happen!" He was hysterical now as well.

"NO, JACK! I DON'T KNOW THAT!" I yelled, remembering the heartbreak he had caused me.

"I could never break your heart. You know that!" Jack's expression was pained, and now I could see that he still honestly cared for me.

"Like you did 2 years ago?" I asked coldly, refusing to succumb to his pitiful figure.

"Elsa, what are you even talking about? You were the one who dumped me!" He protested. The nerve of him. I was shaking with fury. I still remembered how I opened the door to our shared apartment, to be faced with him… with someone else.

"Don't. Just don't, Jack." I stopped him. I didn't want to listen to his excuses. He had burned my heart, and now he had burned Anna. I should kill him. I should kill him. Simba ordered us to kill on sight. He deserved justice. But the ninja stars now hung uselessly in my hands. I could never kill him.

"Els, if you won't listen, just p-please, let me show you." Jack pleaded. I was silent, refusing to look at him still.

"It's Pitch Black." The name alone sent shivers down my spine. I remembered Pitch Black, the Nightmare King. He terrorized Santa Maria only 3 years ago, and fear and darkness seeped into everyone's lives. I remembered how Jack and the Sandman banished him. And I remembered Pippa, Jack's little sister…

"Lead the way." I said, knowing this went beyond a lover's quarrel.

We were only a few minutes away from the border. We ran silently towards the outskirts of the city, stopping at the road that led to the neighboring city. Then as if by silent agreement, we got off the main roads, sticking to the alleyways until reaching a hole. It was dark, and I looked disbelievingly at Jack.

"This is the entrance to Pitch's lair?" I asked, raising my eyebrows.

"Just trust me." He whispered, and I found myself thinking, after 2 years, I still did. Then he grabbed my wrist and pulled me into the hole. My fall was softened by a human cushion. Despite our situation, I blushed and hurriedly got off Jack.

What met my eyes was not in the least reassuring. There seemed to be an eerie aura around this place. The underground cavern was filled with massive swinging cages. They were empty. Mesmerized, I walked closer, hearing nothing and seeing no one but myself and Jack. I reached the centre of the room, nerves on high alert, and observed a desk with what seemed to be a model on it.

"Jack? Jack you have to see this." My voice was surprisingly steady. On the desk was a miniature model of Santa Maria. The model seemed to be made out of pure black dust, but that wasn't what worried me. I had witnessed the supernatural more times than I could count. What worried me was the synthetic flames licking across the miniature Neutrality Zone of the city. There was an empty jar next to the model, with a few dying embers of what could have only been the fire that burned the Neutrality Zone.

Then suddenly it hit me. Pitch was trying to turn the rivals against each other, and kill. They had already proclaimed war, how much further was Pitch pushing? But I knew the answer: The Nightmare King had no morals. He would do anything to let fear and darkness pervade across Santa Maria de Matcha. I met Jack's resigned eyes with my own frightened ones.

"We have to tell them." I whispered desperately, knowing that this was vital to the city's general wellbeing.

"No, I don't think so." The quiet but commanding voice made my spine stiffen. I felt the familiar feeling of pure fear dominate my mind. I turned around slowly, witnessing Jack doing the same.

"No, I'm afraid you won't be doing just that." The voice repeated. A pale, almost gray-skinned man stood confidently, dressed in all black and standing in the centre of a dozen raven stallions and their riders. Nightmares.

"Hmm… what do we have here?" He continued mockingly. My ninja stars now felt no more reassuring than pieces of wood. Jack beside me was trembling, from fear or anger I didn't know. I remembered what Pitch had done to Jack.

"Elsa Arendelle and oh… what is this?" Pitch asked, asking surprised.

"My, my, Jack Frost. Fancy seeing you here." The Boogeyman taunted. The only possible exit was blocked by Pitch and his Nightmares.

"It's been a long time, hasn't it?" He smiled manically, speaking dangerously softly. "My dear, dear Elsa, do you really still feel for him? After he… cheated on you?" Pitch taunted again.

"Stop it! Elsa don't listen to him! Get out of our heads!" Jack shouted, brandishing his dagger in defense, although all three of us knew it was useless. Still a twinge in my mind told me: 'listen to Pitch. He cheated on you.'

"Oh, it seems you still do care for him. My dear, Jack here would deserve anything I do to him right now." Pitch grinned again, and the threat hung in the air. I suddenly felt the severity of the situation. No one knows where we are, and Jack is Pitch's sworn enemy. God knows what he'll do to us.

"Nightmares, restrain them." He spoke softly, and the riders surged forward at once. We fought desperately, but they kept coming. In less than a minute, we were already defeated, restrained painfully by the riders.

"Put her in the cage." The Nightmare King commanded again, and I was thrown roughly into one of the swinging cages.

"Now, Elsa, enjoy your front row seat." The Boogeyman told me, feigning kindness. A cold fear settled into my stomach as I saw Jack restrained vulnerably in front of Pitch.

"Jack, do you remember what you did to me?" Pitch asked gently, kneeling down in front of the struggling boy. "You banished me! For 2 years you sat in your cozy city. Do you remember Jack?" He spoke so softly I had to strain against the metal bars to hear. "No?" Pitch repeatedly.

"You deserved it. You monster." Jack spat out venomously. Pitch sighed dramatically.

"And here I thought we would play nice." He said, feigning hurt. "Well Jack, I'll help you remember. Exactly. What. You. Did." He punctuated each word violently.

I heard it before I saw it. The whip cracked down on Jack's back and he arched his back in pain, silent. I gasped, straining against the bars.

"STOP! STOP!" I shouted desperately, seeing the angry bloody line on Jack's revealed back, his shirt torn apart by a single hit of Pitch's whip.

"I'm afraid it's a bit too late for that now." The Boogeyman smiled. The second blow came slowly but surely. And came the third, and the fourth. My voice grew hoarse from shouting and sobbing. Jack was still silent.

Then came many blows in quick succession, and my eyes blurred with tears. Pitch punched Jack harshly in the stomach, eliciting a scream from the snowy-haired boy.

"Yes. Scream." Pitch said with an air of satisfaction. The blows kept raining down hard on Jack's back, and his screams seemed to fuel Pitch's happiness.

"What was her name? Penny? No… Pippa was it?" Jack was trembling now, his head bowed in defeat as his back was torn to shreds.

I realized two things that night, as I cried for all I was worth and screamed and pounded against my cage. One; I loved Jack Frost. Two; the boy I loved was being beaten to death.

But it was only when Pitch shouted: "Louder! Scream like your sister screamed.". Only then was Jack truly broken.

In case you think this story is over... IT'S NOT! ^^ plot is getting seriousss

/Thanks for reading, and sorry if I was too cruel loll

Bye, and hoped you (liked it~ even though its pretty evil)

~NattyBooBoo