hey guys I'm back and I can't wait to show you guys this one!

And because I'm reading the Alex Rider books I'm in an extremely good mood. I think I might make a fan fiction about it, who knows.

the song is "No More Sorrow" by-you guessed it-Linkin Park and i changed some of the lyrics a bit.

I'm also cutting the song short.

Thanks for the reviews!

enjoy

Elsa had been walking for hours and she knew for certain she was lost.

Her feet hurt-and she was still missing her freakin shoe!

Deciding to take a break and realizing she was going no where Elsa sat down and leaned her back against a pine tree. Who knew a tree could seem so comforting when before it seemed so murderous.

Taking deep breaths, Elsa looked yup through the branches at the sky. She had gotten away from the Nightmares but they could come back at any time. She had ran through the forest, shooting ice at anything that moved. She was sure she hit a bunny.

Elsa closed her eyes, wondering how she was supposed to find Jack Frost now.

Her eyes snapped open.

"I am so stupid." she muttered as she dug around in the blue back that hung at her waist. Finding what she wanted, Elsa pulled out Jack's tiny blue journal. She had brought it along, thinking she might need to talk to Jack again. She didn't know she would need it so soon. But hey...fearlings...enough said.

Using her magic, Elsa opened the book to a random page and saw two translucent figures fly out.

The two figures didn't aknowlege her at all but simply smiled at each other.

Elsa knew who they were right away, Jack Frost and a younger Jamie Bennett. They were blue and see through but it was them all the same.

Elsa stared in awe but then her brain kicked in. "Hello?"

The two figures just started a snowball fight. Jack used his staff to create a whole swarm of the snow missiles on the ground. The pair them ran off, playing. Laughing silent laughs and speaking silent words.

"Hey!" Elsa stood up, grabbed all her things, and took off after them, "Wait for me!"

Elsa lost sight of them for a few seconds but saw Jamie hiding behind a tree, a snowball in his hand.

To ambush Jack, Elsa thought.

Then she saw Jack some around another tree, he saw Jamie but Jamie didn't see him. A mischievous smile adorned his face and Jack breathed a snowball into his hand.

Elsa noticed it was bluer than it should be. She had used that tick many times when playing with Anna but it was never that blue. Why did she notice this? What was so wrong about a snowball?

Then Jack tossed it.

Target acquired, Elsa smiled as she saw Jack's snowball hit Jamie.

But things didn't go the way they should.

Jack did a voiceless victory chant/dance but Elsa noticed Jamie hadn't gotten up.

Elsa stood there frozen, visions and images assaulting her. She saw Anna when she was young, lying motionless on the snow, a white streak appearing in her red hair. But as soon as she saw that it was gone and Elsa found herself looking at a panicked Jack holding a limp Jamie.

Jamie had a white streak.

"Ahhhhhhh!" Elsa fell back, screaming at the top of her lungs. Using her hands and feet, she propelled herself from the pair and before her eyes she saw them fade into nothing until they were completely gone.

That's what had happened. that's why Jamie...

Elsa opened her bag in a panic and flipped through the journal. I know jack doesn't put in the dates but there has to be a reason Jack's snowball was more powerful than it should have been.

But Jack did label it. It was circled in red ink so it stood out against the white pages with the blue ink.

Jan. 16, 2003

That was ten years ago.

Elsa went still, a strange nothingness crawled inside her.

Ten yeas ago.

Elsa sat up on her knees, her hands folded over her heart.

The reason Jack was hated by the guardians, the reason Jack hurt Jamie, the reason all this happened...

Was all Elsa's fault.

Jack dragged his finger through the snow. It was cold and crisp and for the first time Jack felt it.

Jack Frost, was cold.

But he knew why, must've been part of his powers. Well, of course it was, how else was he able to hang out in Antarctica without shoes?

Jack sighed, his breath clouding his eyes for a second. He was so cold. Maybe he should start a fire.

Jack shook his head, no he wasn't good with fire and Pitch might be able to find him that way.

But he was freezing.

Oh well, Jack thought as he wrapped his arms around himself. He was sitting on a branch in a tree high above the ground. He thought that sense he wouldn't be able to fight off any wolves or bears now he better sleep up high.

Was it even a good idea to get rid of his powers?

Jack nodded, "of course it was, you can't hurt anyone now."

Hearing a weird noise, Jack looked up and saw Nightmares through the tree branches.

Jack leaned farther toward the trunk, hoping the shadows will cover him. But how does hiding from shadows in the shadows make sense?

Jack relaxed, slumping onto the rough branch. What did it matter now? Pitch is a lying, scheming, scumbag who was extremely morbid and sick.

A Nightmare slide up the trunk of the tree, much like a snake-a black mamba perhaps-and it waited underneath the powerless winter spirit.

Jack could feel the anger inside him awakening and he looked around trying to see the fearling that was near him.

He didn't look down, but it was to late. The Nightmare had attacked.

Jack's eyes sharpened and he glared up at the swirling Nightmares. He hoped they would send a little message to their king.

From his own home in the caverns under Burgess, Pitch Black saw Jack Frost. Said boy seemed to stare right at the Nightmare King from the magic viewing portal he was in.

"Are you lost in your lies?" Jack sang at him.

Pitch only rolled his eyes, singing again/ What is wrong with this kid? "I didn't realize you were into music, Frost. if I did I would've cut out your tongue."

"Do you tell yourself "I don't realize?"

Pitch's eyes snapped back to Jack's image. There was no way he could hear him, right?

"Your crusade's a disguise."

Pitch covered up his shook with a cocky smirk. "How long did it take you to figure that out?"

Jack didn't know what he was looking at so intently but he wanted someone to hear him, someone to see him. So he spoke words that he thought were the very definition of Pitch Black.

"you trade freedom for fear, you trade power for lives!"

Pitch glared at the winter spirit. He didn't know that Jack was in fact powerless, his view had been blocked by the moon. He didn't know he could capture the boy right then and there. He was only thinking about that that was what Pitch had been created for, what the fearlings had made him. Someone had to show poeple fear, someone had to gain power from terror.

Jack glared at a random Nightmare that had passed in from of his eyes. he knew that this was exactly what Pitch wanted from him, that he was sending Nightmares to freak him out. "I'm aware of what you've done!"

But he couldn't do anything about it anymore, he let the anger flow over him. Jack sang loudly, a different voice seemed to be layered over his and his eyes flashed gold, "No, no more sorrow. I've payed for your mistakes. Your time is borrowed. Your time has come to be erased!"

Pitch now smiled a real smile. But it wasn't really normal, but it was real for Pitch. Full of malice and evil. This was exactly what he wanted.

Jack, the real one, felt terror starting to set in. No! He tried to scream. Don't be scared!

But it was no use, the Jack that was singing at nothing wasn't him. "I see pain, I see need. I see liars and thieves."

Pitch's smirk almost fell off his face, Jack couldn't actually see him right?

"Abuse power with greed." Jack's nearly completely golden eyes squinted. He now looked below him at the shadows of the fearlings that danced on the snow.

The real jack forced the angry Jack to have a few different feelings besides rage. Like disappointment but Jack took only the wrong way and it only made him angrier.

Glaring at the ground, Jack sang, "I had hope. I believed. But I'm beginning to think that I've been deceived."

Jack once again stared up at the sky, he was on his feet now and the real Jack was afraid he was going to fall. "You will pay for what you've done!"

Pitch's eyes never left jack. That's right, get angry.

"No! No more sorrow! I've payed for your mistakes" Like how Pitch tried to defeat the guardians resulting with Jack getting mixed up with them. "Your time is borrowed. Your time has come to be erased!"

Jack was now stomping around and screaming louder. "Thieves and hypocrites! Thieves and hypocrites! Thieves and hypocrites!"

Jack wasn't sure what Pitch stole, his happiness, his family? But he defiantly knew he was a hypocrite.

"No! No more sorrow! I've payed for your mistakes! Your time is borrowed! Your time has come to be erased!" Jack jumped up and down on his branch, he tried to shoot ice at the sky but he couldn't.

Pitch saw this. And he smiled as a new idea formed in his screwed up little mind.

"No! No more sorrow! I've payed for your mistakes! Your time is borrowed! Your time has come to be-AH!" Jack had fallen out of the tree. He screamed as he plummeted to the snow covered ground. But the snow didn't look comfortable like it used to. It looked foreign and...cold. Jack wasn't even Jack Frost anymore, nor was he a crazy, insane Jack either.

He was just plain Jack.

The one without any powers and just had a big mouth. And he was pretty sure he just pissed off the king of Nightmares.

Jack was still falling head first. How high up was he? He didn't remember climbing up really high. Be his fall was pretty long.

Jack ran into the tree trunk on his way down, causing him to have cuts and bruises littered on his pale skin. He didn't know he was making a reenactment of Elsa's own desent.

When he finally got down Jack's head connected with a rock that was resting under the tree. jack had actually used it to climb into the tree in the first place.

Jack's body then followed his heads lead, collapsing onto the snow, limply.

Jack saw a bright flash of light over his eyes, and a sharp stab of pain burst through his skull.

Jack tried to keep his eyes opened but they just fluttered before they just shut completely.

He barely moved after that, only a thin trail of blood crept down the side of his face, falling onto the white snow.

Things never seem black and white anymore.

Everything is red and white.

Red and white roses. Red and white flags, red and white blood and snow.

That's all Jack could think of before he stopped thinking all together.

Red and white.

Yay there it is guys!

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