Who was she?

What was she becoming?

Elsa had so many questions, but she couldn't answer them because she didn't know the answer herself.

This is not you. This is not who you are. The voice continued to yell at Elsa as she sat in silence.

Elsa knew it was her own voice yelling at her. However, Elsa felt as though it was someone different yelling at her.

Her own voice sounded foreign to her.

You almost killed those children. You almost killed those maids in Arendelle—you almost killed Anna once. Who are you?

"I'm Elsa," she said.

Silence.

No. You're not Elsa.

"Then who am I?" Elsa clutched onto her dress.

It was silent again.

I don't know, the voice paused, No. I lied. I know who you are. I know exactly who you are. You're heartless.

"Stop it," she whispered. "You don't understand."

What's not to understand? You almost killed those children—you're heartless.

"Shut up! Stop talking—you don't understand! I'm Elsa! That's who I am! They deserve it—"

Who deserves it?

"Everyone! They called me a monster. They're afraid of me, so they deserve it," she yelled, eyes shut and hands over her ears.

And you think that helps you? You think that makes you any better?

"Stop it! Shut up—shut up—" Elsa felt as though the wind was knocked out of her. She couldn't breathe, everything in her body began to hurt as her hands began to grasp nothing but air.

She collapsed to the ground from her chair. The voice in her head began to fade before everything stopped, and everything went black.

You're changing.

Elsa said nothing as she closed her hand to capture the ray of light that seeped through the hole in the ceiling.

Why?

"I don't know. I don't know why, either," she whispered.

Do you see it? Do you see yourself changing?

"No. I don't."

The voice in her head let out a sigh. If you don't see yourself changing, you won't see him anymore.

Elsa opened her fist. "Him?" she asked, the ray of light being forgotten. "Who is him?" The voice did not reply. "You tell me that I'm heartless, I'm changing, and I don't even see it. Now you won't even tell me who he is?" the voice continued to say nothing. Elsa sighed. "I'm going mad."

How are you feeling? Are you in any pain?

"No, I just feel…" she trailed off, her mind thinking for the right word that could describe this feeling that hurt, but didn't cause any physical pain, "empty."

The double doors across the room burst open. "My snow queen," Pitch said, his arms stretched out on either side of his body. He stopped dead in his tracks as he stared down at Elsa, watching her slowly stand to her feet. His mouth turned into a menacing grin. "How are you feeling today?" he asked, continuing to make his way towards her.

Don't tell him.

"I'm okay," Elsa replied.

"Well that's good to hear. You do look a little drained though. Would you like to—" Black shards of ice shot up from the ground and was inches away from Pitch. He froze, but never kept his gaze away from Elsa. "Very well. It seems as though you won't be needing any more of the dust to help you anyway. It seems as though you are becoming a bit more—how should I put this—heartless." The black ice inched closer to his face. "You're as cold as ice." Pitch took several steps back before turning around and making his way towards the double doors he came once came through. "It's a lovely day to take a nice stroll. Right, my ice queen?"

Elsa watched as black ice began to fill up the doorway.

Who are you going to trust now?

"No one," Elsa replied. "Everyone should be punished. They should all be afraid of me."

You should look in a mirror. Maybe then you will see how much you're changing. And with that, the voice disappeared.

Elsa stood in place for a minute before turning to look at the mirror in the corner of the room. She wondered if she was changing, and if she was, how much of her was changing.

Perhaps her once happy smile had disappeared and was replaced with a hard look that displayed no emotion.

Elsa made her way towards the full length mirror on the wall. She stood in front of it and stared up and down at herself.

Nothing.

Nothing changed about her.

Not one thing.

Her black hair that was braided was still hanging over her shoulder. Her black dress still held its ice like features to it. Her golden eyes did seem to slightly change, however. There was a heartless look to them. Elsa looked dead—as though life was suck out of her and she was left to suffer.

Elsa smiled. "You can follow my lead." She took a step towards him, placing one of his hands on her hip before placing one of her own on his shoulder, and the other in his. "You just need to take one step creating a box. Forward, and then to the right before stepping backwards and going left. You also should count to three with each step you take." He nodded. "Ready? One. Two." And they started.

Elsa let the memory sink in. She does not remember that moment. Elsa does not remember doing anything related to that moment.

Why? Why was that memory coming to mind? Was that even a memory?

"Are you wishing I would come to the door?" a male voiced asked from behind Elsa causing her to jump. She turned around to find the white haired man sitting on her windowsill, his staff between his legs. "Not my style, princess," he said nonchalantly.

Princess. Elsa knew she was a princess, but it felt like that title was more important than it seemed.

Miss me, princess?

I'm known for having fun, princess.

Just look at me—keep your eyes one me, okay?

A familiar face was coming to mind. Snow white hair with bright blue eyes that looked like gems.

"Is this the he you were talking about?" Elsa whispered.

Who is he?

Elsa thought for a second. "I don't know."

You know. You know who he is. Just think.

She closed her eyes and focused on the image in her mind that was beginning to fade.

It seemed like his blue gems glowed brighter and brighter with each passing second. And with each passing second, he was getting closer and closer. Her heart began to race as she watched his eyes lower to her lips. She could feel his breath against her lips, giving off a cool touch. His breath wasn't warm like hers—

A shadow passed over, causing both of them to freeze.

"Stay here," was all he said before disappearing from the room.

The sound of ice shattering brought Elsa out of her trance. She turned around to see the black ice across the ground floor.

A familiar figure flew into the room. He raised his staff towards the doorway and reclosed it with crystal blue ice. His back was to her as he stared down at the black ice. He looked so familiar that his name was at the tip of her tongue, but Elsa could not bring herself to talk.

"Damn it," he muttered under his breath, barely audible for Elsa to hear.

What's his name? Elsa was silent. Come on. You know who he is! Call his name before he leaves!

A hole from the ground appeared next to him. He glanced down at the ground then back at the black ice. "Jack." He stopped, one foot hanging over the hole, and turned his head towards Elsa.

Everything hit her like a tidal wave. All memories that disappeared came back all at one. The memory of Jack leaving Elsa alone in the grand hall, Pitch suddenly appearing and telling her a different story.

Elsa fell for it all.

She stopped believing in all of them. North, Bunny, Tooth, Sandy, and Jack—she stopped believing in them and forgot them all together.

Her vision had gone blurry. "I'm sorry," she said. "I forgot. I stopped believing in you. I forgot everything about you." She lowered her head. "I almost hurt those children. I wanted to hurt everyone that ever hurt me. I'm a monster."

"You're not a monster." Elsa looked up at Jack, as he made his way towards her. When he stood in front of her, he took her hands in his. "Your hands create beauty. They create joy and wonder to not only children, but to adults as well. What you can do brings people together. You can never hurt anyone because it's in your nature not to. All you have to do is believe in yourself. Just like I believe in you." Jack looked up at Elsa. He frowned. "You're not believing," he said.

"How can you be so sure I won't hurt anyone?" Her vision was blurry as she felt warm tears roll down her cheeks.

His hands cupped her cheeks as his thumbs wiped her tears away. "You're Elsa. You've kept yourself locked up in your room so you couldn't hurt Anna. You were afraid to take off the necklace so you couldn't hurt any of the Guardians. You like reading on your spare time. You scrunch your nose when you're thinking of ways to master your powers. You like to help Phil out when he needs it. You're too nice to even consider hurting anyone." Jack smiled. "There you are," he said. "Let's get out of here before everyone begins to panic." Jack took her hand in his and began to lead her towards the rabbit hole.

Elsa took one last glance at herself in the mirror and felt relieved. She was herself again. Her blond hair, blue eyes, and ice blue dress was back. There was no black dress, black hair, and golden eyes. She was Elsa again.

Jack jumped down the rabbit hole. Elsa lingered back a bit to see Pitch break down the wall of ice that blocked the doorway. His eyes were dark as he stared at her. "I'll be seeing you again, ice queen."

"I'll be waiting," she answered before jumping down the rabbit hole.

It's been a while. Here is a longer chapter, so I hope that can keep you occupied while I work on the next chapter.

Till next time~