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CHAPTER THIRTEEN: Jack
Remember Me

"Everything!"

"Please, —"

"He showed me what you've done!"

"Make it stop—"

"All this time, you kept the truth from me!"

"Help me—"

"You made me fall in love with you!"

"Stop—"

"Lies!"

Jack covered his ears with his hands, curling up into a ball and closing his eyes tight. He didn't even know if he was awake or dreaming; perhaps he died when he fell into the gorge, or maybe he was still falling. Whatever was happening, he wanted it to end. He couldn't take it anymore. He wanted it to stop.

"Elsa, please—"

"I trusted you!"

"—stop—"

"I thought you were different."

"—Elsa—"

Elsa. Was she alive? Was she safe? He felt his heart ache with despair. Jack tried to think, but her voice echoed loudly in his head, drowning his own little voice.

"You should have saved me."

"I'm sorry—"

"You let them get to me."

"I tried, Elsa. Believe me—"

"I'll never forgive you."

"Listen to me, please—"

"No one believes in you anymore."

"Elsa, no—"

"I'm dead because of you."

"She can't be dead, she can't be dead, she can't be dead..." Jack whispered, over and over again, shutting out the other voice, desperately trying to focus on his own. Unbeknownst to him, he had begun rocking back and forth on the cold and rocky floor. "It-it's just Pitch messing with me. This is just a dream and I have to wake up," he said to himself. He pinched his arm multiple times, but to no avail. He was still trapped... wherever he was.

"I trusted you—"

"Lies—"

"I thought you were different—"

"Wake up—"

"You should have saved me—"

"Everything—"

"No one believes in you anymore—"

"Wake up—"

"Everything—"

"He will never stop—"

"Save me—"

"WAKE UP!"

Jack sat bolt upright, the bright white light blinding his eyes.

POV: Elsa

Elsa looked at her people as they skated around in the courtyard to keep cool. She smiled. They did it—they brought back summer.

She easily picked out Anna in the crowd; she never really got used to the skates, and she was trying hard to keep her balance on the ice. With Kristoff on one side, and Sven on the other, Elsa laughed to herself as they practiced across the courtyard, Olaf grabbing onto Sven's tail as he glided along.

Her laughter died as quickly as it came. Her gaze drifted to the North Mountain, and thought that her Winter Spirit would have loved to see how well she did. She sucked in a sharp inhale to stop the tears before they formed, knowing that he'll never see her again.

She turned away from the crowd as the first tear fell down her cheek. What made her sadder was that only she could lament his death.

POV: Jack

"Marshmallow!" he cried, giving the gigantic snowman a hug. "I thought I lost you!"

"You fell too. Marshmallow caught you. Caught this, too," he said. He produced his staff, still in one piece. Jack had never been more relieved his entire life. He eagerly grasped his staff, the familiarity of the wooden grooves in his palms helping to clear his head. Jack swung it around, laughing in delight as the frost spread all over the floor. "You had nightmare for three days. Marshmallow carried you to sunlight, chase darkness away," he added.

Jack froze mid-flight. "I was out for three days?" he said. Marshmallow sadly nodded. He took a limping step forward—his leg hadn't completely healed where Hans severed it—and stepped on something gold and shiny on the floor. Marshmallow picked it up. It was Elsa's crown.

Jack zoomed up the stairs, the wind whistling in his ear as he barged into the chandelier chamber. What once was a beautiful chamber was now a winter nightmare. Spikes of ice protruded everywhere, the doors to the balcony escaped their hinges and laid on their side on the balcony. The broken shards of the chandelier still remained, but there was no sign of Elsa. Fear crept up his spine; what if he really was too late? What if she's really gone?

He hated to leave Marshmallow so abruptly, but he had to know. He flew out the balcony, flying straight for Arendelle. The sun was shining brightly overhead, and even though the wind was cool on his face, there was a light sheen of sweat forming on Jack's forehead. He needed to cool down, and fast. As he approached Arendelle, the sun bore down on him, causing spots to dance in his vision and his breathing to quicken. He shook his head, desperately trying to remain airborne. Jack stopped just outside the kingdom. He was sweating so hard that he had to remove his overcoat, hanging it on a low tree branch nearby. Even if he tried to make a snow flurry, it wouldn't suffice. He had to find another way to keep cool for the day. He decided to push on later at night, praying that the temperatures would be kinder and cooler. He sat on the grass, covering himself with snow that he created, and waited for the day to pass.

"It's now or never," he said to himself. The temperature did not go down, but he had no other choice. He sucked in a deep breath, and took off, flying straight for the castle. He started to pant even though he was only halfway in, barely making it to one of the many spires of the castle. He looked around; as far as he could tell, Elsa wasn't outside. There was barely anyone in the courtyard, just a few who were skating in it; Jack noticed that the courtyard floor was covered in a thin layer of ice. The fountains surrounding it reminded him of the one that was displayed back at the ice palace, which gave their own iridescent glow. But he didn't stop to marvel; he pushed on, circling the palace with difficulty, hopping from one spire to another, until a certain mess of platinum blond hair caught his eye.

Elsa was standing outside, her hands resting on the balcony as she eyed her kingdom. He sighed in relief, bounding down the roof and landing in front of her. "There you are! I thought I'd lost you!" he exclaimed. Elsa didn't move; she looked on, staring at a point behind his head, almost as if she couldn't see him.

He waved his hand in front of her face. No response. His heart dropped, his breaths coming in quick and labored. Sweat soaked his shirt and vest, his white hair sticking to his forehead. "Jack," she whispered, her eyes tearing up, her forehead creasing as she fought to swallow back the tears. His head perked up at the sound of his name, but still, she didn't see him. "Elsa," he gasped, hopping down the balcony and standing beside her, "Please, I'm here."

"Wherever you are," she continued, "I just want you to know that I forgive you. And I'm sorry."

Jack was panicking; he dared not touch her though, for her was afraid that it would confirm the impossible. "No, Elsa, please, look at me," he begged, his voice breaking.

"Good bye, Jack."

He felt lightheaded, his breathing shallow. He held on to the rails for support, his knuckles turning white. His knees were shaking; she had to remember him. He had to make her remember him.

Something gleamed at the corner of his eye—his beacon of hope. The ice rose he had given her long ago sat in a vase near the window, the light of the moon reflecting on its pristine surface. Jack wobbled to the balcony door, leaning heavily against it. Black spots were dancing in and out of his vision. His staff slipped his grip as he reached for the rose, holding it tightly in his hand as if his life depended on it. "Elsa..." he breathed, just before his legs gave out, sending him on all fours. The ice rose skidded across the marble floor near her feet. Jack sat back, leaning his head against the balcony door, his eyelids suddenly feeling heavy, his vision fading to black.

POV: Elsa

Elsa wiped the tears that fell down her cheek with the back of her hand, sniffling. She turned to head back inside when her foot caught on something small and shining. She bent down, picking up the ice rose that Jack had given her before. Odd, she thought; she was sure she left this near the window, how did get down there.

Nevertheless, she held the rose tightly to her chest, her heart sinking even more. Tears escaped her eyes as she remembered the very night Jack gave her the rose. She closed her eyes, and saw him with her mind's eye. His eyes. His smile. His laugh.

She didn't notice that Olaf had entered the room, only broken from her reverie when he said, "Mister, wake up. Elsa, why isn't he waking up?"

She sniffled, hastily wiping her tears away. "Olaf, what are you talking about?" she asked. Olaf was standing next to the door, shaking something in the air with his twig arms. "There's no one here."

Olaf was muttering to himself, tapping the side of his head in a deep-in-thought matter. Elsa ignored him and went back inside, startled and frozen on the spot when Olaf exclaimed, "I remember him! He asked me for directions before! Elsa, he was looking for you."

Elsa gasped. She rubbed her eyes, running back to Olaf, realizing that he was right—somebody else was on the balcony with them.

"Jack?"