A/N: This is another chapter I really like. But then again, I always love it when characters show how freaking awesome they really are. XD
Standard disclaimers apply.
*A Beautiful Shadow*
One night she asked him to demonstrate his powers.
Pitch looked at her evenly, wondering if she really knew what she was asking. "Do you know," he asked her slowly, "what my abilities are, princess?"
Elsa raised an eyebrow. She was mastering the conceited stare, and she gave Pitch a look befitting her future role as Queen. "I know you use the darkness like a cloak," she said. "You've only come to me during the night, so I can guess that your powers are strongest then, or they are aided by shadow."
Pitch smiled. He cast his voice around the room, making it sound as though he was speaking to her from all sides. "Not quite, princess."
Elsa's eyes widened. She glanced over her shoulder at the sound, and Pitch slid away into the darkness. When Elsa looked back, he was by her side, looming over her. "The shadows are mine," he intoned, and she jumped.
She took a few steps back. "So you really can command them?"
"With the merest thought."
Elsa jumped again as her shadow slithered across the floor, elongating into a monstrous, pointed creature with thin claws. It advanced toward her, absorbing the slants of moonlight from the window. Elsa skipped backwards out of its reach, her breath coming out in a gasp.
"It is all a part of me," Pitch said, holding out his hand. Liquid darkness bubbled up from his palm, raw and full of life. "Inside me."
Elsa blinked at him. She opened her mouth to say something, thought better of it, then shut her mouth again.
"I am the dark." He clenched his fist and shards of shadows flew out in all directions, striking her ceiling, walls, bed and floor. "I am the night, Elsa," he murmured, "the darkness to the light. Everything I see, everything I do, everything I am is pitch black."
She nodded once. "You are," she said quietly, agreeing with him. As if she understood.
Pitch wondered if she really did.
"You will be one with your powers, one day," he said. He dropped his arm and looked down at her. "Then everyone will call you only by a title... Ice Princess, perhaps. Or the Snow Queen."
Elsa smiled.
A/N: There will be more.