"To Elisabet!" Everyone clicked their glasses of orange juice and sipped them.
Elisabet has never felt this special before. She felt kinda guilty for being the center of attention, so, to avoid that feeling, Elisabet asked if anyone else was joining them for breakfast, just so she could get the subject off her.
Jack looked at the clock, hanging above the doorway that exits to the kitchen. "Nope," he replied, "just the family."
Elsa adjusted her seat. Catching her eyes on Elisabet. Elisabet shrunk her body into the seat. "You all probably want to ask me some questions," she muttered under a breath.
Everyone nods innocently.
"Well, I will tell you this: Pitch was never an open book. There was constant secrets everywhere. So if there is any questions, I don't know, about ruling the world, then I don't have an answer for you."
Jaime spoke up. "Wait. You lived with this dude for seventeen years. How do you not know at least one of his secrets?"
"I do know that he feeds off everyone, retired from feeding on children's fear, and held me hostage. Is that what you want to hear?"
Jazel sat in the empty seat next to Elisabet. "If I were you, I'd be prepared to answer at least a little bit of questions, due to the guardians having a tendency to ask stuff."
North scoffed. How dare they speak of such things while they were in the room. "You know," North spoke, "We're not that bad, Elisabet."
Tooth nodded her head in agreement, though her face was turning a deep red from holding her unanswered thoughts in mind.
"So what was it like?" Bunny spat, munching on some scrambled eggs; obviously he couldn't keep his Q and A in any longer
"Actually I was thinking we could get to-"
"Bunnymund, really?! You can't just ask a question out of nowhere like that."
"Thank you." Elisabet said, in relief. Bunny put both hands up in defense and continued eating his eggs.
Tooth, who clearly didn't listen to Elisabet, spoke up again. "You gotta start with a good question. Duh..."
"Huh?"
"Did he hurt you in any way?"
Elisabet pretended to cough in her shoulder, and shook her head, looking down at her plate.
"Come on, Tooth. He kidnapped her. What did you think," said North, a look of "duh" in his face.
Tooth set both hands on the table, elbows pointing up; feathers ruffling, and wings shivering."It's good to make sure, Nickolas."
"Guys, let's not ask," suggested Elsa, trailing off.
"Come on. There's obviously something we need to know about." Bunny muffled through mouthfuls of bacon, "did he make you do things you-"
"What?! No!" Elisabet bickered; that question attracted Lizzie more than it should've. Haven't they heard her? She's obviously uncomfortable!
Between the interrogation and the uncomfortable vibe Elisabet was getting, Elisabet felt the need to run. Her legs shuffled under the table, jamming back and forth into Jaime and her sister a few times, and her hands were shaking. Nobody mentioned this on the agenda this morning. She knew she didn't want or deserve this, so, the best thing she could do is escape the horrid discourse. That's what she did when she was smaller and got into a heated argument with Pitch. She got up and left. And that was what she did. Elisabet pushed her seat back, it squeaking in the process, and left calmly and gracefully.
Jack squinted his sky colored eyes at the guardians, Tooth, Bunny, and North. All three of them looked down in shame.
"Oops," they muttered in sync.
The wind started howling through her ears. With every step Lizzie took, she could feel the ground shake. Her knuckles where bottled into white knuckled fists.
Elisabet plopped onto a dusty concrete bench next to a garden of random wild flowers and poppies. She took deep breaths, using a technique she never bothered trying out because it was quote unquote "stupid".
"One... two... three... four..."
"Five."
She was startled by the sudden boyish voice from behind her as she flipped her head around to see Jaime Bennett, standing behind the very bench Elisabet FROST was resting at.
Elisabet sighed, rolled her eyes, and rubbed her nose, facing forward in the seat. "Do you need anything?"
He nodded and sat next to her as far away on the bench from her as possible; he respected her space.
"I'm sorry you had to witness that. I'm kind of a hot head," she ensured, "I don't try to its just... I was raised by a man that always seeks revenge from everyone and everything. I saw how he dealt with people that was doing or saying things he didn't appreciate so I just..."
"Got it from him?"
Elisabet grinned at him. "Yeah..."
Jaime adjusted his seat. "You weren't that bad, all you did was walk out of the room calmly. I don't think you're that bad."
Elisabet's whole body transformed into the color of a deep shade of blood. Her cheeks burned, and she felt as if the chefs added butterflies to the breakfast. "Still..."
The corners of his mouth turned to a grin. Elisabet couldn't take this, she had to leave before she began to feel anything real between him and her.
"Wait!"
She stopped herself from moving from the seat
"Maybe we can talk."
"About what?"
"I don't know," he shrugged, "anything."
Elisabet placed her bottom back on the cold hard seat. "Can you show me around Arendelle," she asked quickly, "I've only been here a few times."
He widened his smirk and said, "sure." He stood up while Elisabet copied his movement. "But what about the breakfast?"
"I wasn't that hungry."
"No, like everyone will be wondering where you are."
She laughed, patting his shoulder. "Its not like I'm going back to Pitch's lair."
It only took Jaime an hour and a half to show Elisabet his favorite parts of town. After him becoming an immortal and finding Jack, Elsa, and Jazel, Jack has offered to give him a place to stay until he figures out where he wants to go. Of course with the queens permission as well. Ever since then, Jaime found his favorite spots of town which includes: the church, park, market places, the good neighborhoods, and etc.
Just like Elisabet, Jaime was also still discovering Arendelle. He swore every time he wandered the streets of Arendelle he would see something new and interesting to him. So being the friendly guy Jaime Bennett was, he decided that they should visit new parts of Arendelle with each other as friends.
"So, I know your not in the mood for anymore questions, buuuut..."
Elisabet rolled her head back and groaned in annoyance. She recovered by smiling with her mouth but not her eyes.
"I know this guy has a strong British accent." Before he could finish his question, she started laughing, as if she already knew what he was going to ask. "Let me finish!" He said, slightly annoyed.
She giggled in her right hand. "Okay... Okay..."
"Have you ever caught on to his accent? Like you know-"
"You mean like, 'have I ever also had a British accent like his?'"
"Yes."
She tapped her chin, looking up at the clouded sky. "If I think really deeply I believe I remember a moment in time when I had a British accent also." Elisabet hummed, as they walked down a forest like park with few children inhabiting the playground. "I definitely know that I had a accent when I learned to talk... then when I turned nine I started hanging more time near Americans than the lair, so then I started developing a tiny American accent. I only use my British accent when I want to, or feel the need to."
"Interesting."
"But, here and there when I was little when I was forced to..."
"What?"
She quickly remembered her memories of the sight and screams the innocent civilians she would hurt made when she was forced to use her powers for evil. "Never mind. It's nothing."
"You can tell me."
"I'm not going to tell a random teenage boy a secret after I just met him only a couple hours ago. Gosh, Jaime," She stubbornly said.
"I know. But you were kidnapped for years, and you haven't told us enough information to keep you safe since you got here. At least that's what I heard..."
She rolled her eyes and sat on a fallen over tree. She patted a spot next to her, giving Jaime a sign to sit. He followed her silent orders and stayed quiet for her to speak.
She closed her eyes to avoid showing the guilt and pain it brought to her. Tears began to build up behind her closed eyelid. It burned to even think about it. Her palms started to sweat and shake as she opened her eyes, tears running down her face.
"You see, I grew up around this terrible role model that did things to people that is extremely wrong." Elisabet remembered that one dark night. She remembers the four words that came across her mind.
dark.
Cold.
Scared.
Kill.
"I was only seven, and I was still getting in control of manipulating ice. One night, Pitch wakes me up and says that I need to see something. He takes my hand, and we go off to this place. I don't remember what setting we were in, but I do know that we were in a field. It was windy and the field was in the middle of nowhere. No trees, no rocks, no mountains. We soon get deeper into the field and I see this man tied up. Pitch walks up to him and scares him with shadows and nightmare sand of the man's deepest fears. And then he...He..."
Jaime pats her back. "Hey, hey. It's okay."
She covered her eyes and began talking again. "He impaled the man. I remember that traumatizing scream, and how scared both me and the man were. Then Pitch points to his corps and looks at me saying-"
"Kill," he demands, cold and sternly, like it has to be done.
"Huh?" Seven-year-old Elisabet asks, confused and scared. "I don't wanna," she cries.
"KILL," he yells even louder.
She starts sobbing, and looks down at her bare feet. They were dirty and covered in mud.
The atmosphere was dark, the only light could be seen was the devilish yellow glow of Pitch's eyes. Elisabet's heart began to stir with feelings of trauma.
Pitch kneels down to her height level, and looks straight at her blue, crystal eyes. "Do. It." He demands again, with more fear into it, as if if she didn't do it than there would be big consequences.
"Okay, daddy," she responds, rubbing her eye with her bottom lip way out. He smiles with a devilish grin, and stands up, giving her way to walk over to the man.
She cries loudly as she blasts multiple icicles at his chest. "I'M SORRY! I'M SO SO SORRY!" She said, over and over again.
Blood and organs flush out of his body, squirting it on the seven-year-old. The deep red of the blood that gushed from the man's chest rushed from the man's body as Elisabet impaled the man some more with knife like ice. Soon someone will find this innocent man, or not. There was not a sign of civilization in sight. This poor guy will die here alone, his body will shrivel into a skeleton filled with leftover death and maggots. He probably had a family. Now his family will never know that he was brutally stabbed to death in the chest more than a thousand times.
Stop, Elisabet. He's dead...
"I'm sorry that happened," Jaime said with a arm wrapped around her shoulder.
"After that, I was always forced to use my powers for bad, and it sucked. That's one of the reasons I'm so afraid to tell the guardians about what I used to use my powers for."
He gives her a quick hug, and sits up. "Lets get back to the castle. I'm sure they're worried sick about you."
Elisabet sat up as well, and whipped her tears away. "Why are you so nice to me?"
"Why shouldn't I be nice to you?"
She shrugs and they walk off, side by side back out of this forest like park.
As they walked, they stumbled upon a girl about both their ages. She seemed so familiar to Elisabet. The long Black hair and green dress seemed to trick Elisabet's mind. The girl was wondering her eyes around from the trees above to the bushes that held nothing but insects and leaves.
"Jaime, do you see that girl?"
"What do you think she's doing?"
"I don't know?"
"She looks kinda like you..."
The black haired girl noticed them back and gasped. She scurried over to them and spoke in a sweet, thick British accent. "Do you happen to know where my father is? I've been looking for him for years and never seem to find him. I also just happen to find myself in this place."