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North pole, headquarters

Jacks POV

After thoroughly searching the forest, we headed back to headquarters with a melancholy mood emanating from each of us. None of us had any idea where Elsa could be. To top it all off, another problem had surfaced.

We all turned to look at the table we were surrounding as it buzzed. With a jolt we realized the buzz was from Elsa's phone. Would this give them a clue to Elsa's whereabouts?

With shaking hands I picked the phone up and noticed that someone named Ahna was calling. With a twinge of hope I answered the phone.

"Hello? Elsa! Where have you been?! After the accident you just disappeared. You even missed the funeral-"

I interrupted the girls tirade with a small cough. Realising that it wasn't Elsa on the phone, but a man the girl gave a nervous chuckle.

"Sorry, I expected Elsa to answer. It is her phone." There was a pause and before I could say anything, Ahna spoke up suspiciously.

"Who is this and where is my best friend!"

"This is a friend of Elsa's, Jack." I hoped she believed I was being honest.

"What is your last name? I don't remember her ever mentioning a Jack."

I looked at the others for help, but they just shook their heads.

"Um, my name is Jack Frost, Anha and before you ask, yes I mean the legend."

There was a pause on the other side and then a squeal of delite. This was NOT the reaction I had expected.

"Oh my gosh! I knew it! My brother used to tell me stories about how he fought with you and the others against the boogeyman. He told me to always believe, and I have! Oh, I just knew this wasn't some made up story! I can't imagine..."

She stopped talking and I heard her take in a sharp breath.

"Why do you have Elsa's phone. It's Pitch isn't it?"

It was my turn to ask questions. How did she know?

"Yes, but how did you know?" I heard a sigh on the other end and held my breath. Maybe we would finally get some answers.

"As a kid during the first battle, she had nightmares like the rest of us, but hers were worst than most. He always twisted her dreams into her greatest fear, and hers was a big one. She always knew that somehow she was different than most and that if people found out they would take her away, lock her up, experiment, you get the point."

At this point I had to control my breathing. How could Pitch torture a child like that and did Elsa know about her powers before the charm? It all confused me. I needed to hear the rest first.

"Anyway, after the war she wouldn't listen to me about you guys being real and my brother had seen you. She claimed he was telling stories and from that day on, she said the only person who she believed in was Pitch."

After Ahna took a breath, I butt in almost scared to ask.

"Did you ever notice any different things about her, any 'accidents'."

I held my breath as she gave an answer.

"Yes, but you will have to come see me. I have to show you."

I hung up the phone and signaled to the others to follow me. After we climbed into the sled, we portaled to a small mountain side home not far from where we had first found Ahna.

We knocked on the door quietly and waited. In a moment a flash of red peeked out if the window and another squeel was heard. This time I had to chuckle.

The door opened and a short red-haired and thin young woman was waving us in politely and was looking at us with gleaming hazel eyes.

"Come in! It's such an honor to meet you." After a moment the gleam faded and she became more serious.

"Come, I'll show you what I meant earlier."

We walked into a cozy looking living room and sat down watching our hostess carefully. After a moment she sat down and began undoing her intricate braid. A strip of white hair equal to the color of Elsa's and mine fell into sight. With a gasp, I stood up.

"She accidentally hit you with ice, didn't she?"

Ahna nodded and sat down motioning me to do the same. After I had , she spoke.

"We were fighting over a toy, and I took it from her unfairly. She got mad and ice shot out of her hand at me. It hit me, but I was fine. My hair was the only indication it happened. She always claimed it never happened and that it had always been there. She was terrified of the truth."

I growled low in my throat and vowed to disembowel Pitch next time I saw him.

"The only reason she felt safe to express her true self to us was because we were also different, wasn't it?"

Ahna nodded and I held my head up with my hands. What else would we learn of Elsa? After having one problem occur, it seemed like she gained two more. Would her troubles ever end?