Elsa
We landed on the fjord, frozen completely solid, thanks to me. I looked over my kingdom, my subjects, with disgust and contempt. Hateful little creatures, the lot of them. They hated me, but I needed them to fear me. They needed to know that I would not tolerate any more attacks against me, and I would do what I must to enforce that. I looked back at Pitch, who nodded and smiled, who couldn't be happier with my plan, which reassured me. We strode forward across the ice waves, wind picking up as we went, snow pelting our faces, but neither of us reacted.
Jack
The entire castle became suddenly very dark and cold, the only light coming from the barely rising sun outside, which was mostly hidden by black storm clouds. I heard Pitch's very distinct laugh echo through the halls, and his shadow formed on every wall, circling around me and Rapunzel, who had come to my side carrying her trusty frying pan. She shrank back from the sight, and I would have held her close to assure her that everything was fine, but it was freezing, and my touch could only make her feel worse.
"Do you want her Jack? Elsa? She's right outside with me," he taunted. His shadows slunk away, but the lights didn't return, and neither did the heat. Rapunzel was wrapping herself in her hair to keep warm. I watched as ice began to creep along the walls and the floor, bursting into the castle through any miniscule crack. Icicles began to shoot out of the ice patches, sharp and deadly. One nearly shot right through me.
"You need to get out of here!" I told Rapunzel, pushing her in the direction of the doors and out of the way of another spike. She turned around to protest. "I'll be fine! I'll go get Anna and Kristoff! Just go through the main doors while you can!" She nodded and ran like I told her to, whacking the tips of icicles off as she went to ensure her safe passage. The spikes soon blocked the path behind her.
I shot off towards the den, where I found Anna already standing up, aided by Kristoff and Baby Tooth, who wwere helping her with the clasp on her cloak. She was complaining about it taking too long. "If you're going to survive out there for longer than a minute in your state, you're going to need your extra clothes!" he told her.
"We need to go now! Here, let me take her." I reached out to Anna.
"Don't worry. I can get her out," Kristoff said, cutting me off. "You need to go get Elsa like Pitch said!"
"Oh, look! You believe in the bogeyman, too!" Anna chimed in.
I gave Kristoff a disbelieving look. Was I really going to trust him with her like this? Kristoff, seeming to read my mind, looked me in the eyes and assured me, "Just go. I promise I'll take care of her. Trust me." I nodded and pressed a small kiss to Anna's cheek, causing her to shiver slightly, and I realized that it may not be the best idea for me to carry her anyway.
"Be safe. Both of you." With that, I flew off again, winding my way through massive icicles to the nearest exit, which just so happened to be a window that I crashed through. I would fix that later.
From my vantage point high above the kingdom, I could see Pitch on the fjord, a black spot against the ice and snow, and sure enough, Elsa was at his side. I gritted my teeth at the image and dove towards them. I landed in front of them before they could reach land, holding my staff out threateningly. "You don't want to do this, Elsa!" I yelled over the wind. It only seemed to increase in volume in response.
"Since when do you care what I want?" she retorted, her power sparking at her fingertips angrily. "Now, get out of my way!"
I gripped my staff tighter, trying not to let my pain and disappointment show. I feared she might be lost to me forever. "No."
Her fingers balled up into fists, ready to strike out against me, but Pitch placed a hand on her shoulder - I was going to murder him for touching her - and shook his head. "Allow me. Don't you have someone else to attend to?" Elsa's hands remained clenched, but nodded anyway and started walking forward. I tried to reach out to her, to call her name as she passed, but a wall of sand hit me hard enough to knock me off my feet and send me flying away from her. "It's just you and me now, Jack," Pitch said.
Anna
We finished up with my cloak shortly before Dad left, but as Kristoff reached for my gloves on the table, the wood splintered and shattered all around the room. Kristoff jumped in front of me to protect me. An icicle had shot up through the ground, and many more were making their way through the walls, some nearly impaling us. We ran. Well, Kristoff ran, and I held onto him for dear life and stumbled behind, and Baby Tooth flitted off to find her own escape. My feet felt numb. We managed to make it to the main hall, but the exits were quickly being blocked.
"Which way to the stables?" Kristoff asked. I pointed a shaky finger in the right direction, which was also being blocked by the deadly spikes. Kristoff frown and turned to me. "I'm about to do something crazy."
Despite the situation, I laughed, which seemed to reassure him slightly. "I'm all about crazy," I whispered.
He nodded and held onto my arm tighter before taking off at a run down the hallway. I would have been screaming if I had any voice left. The next thing I knew, we were on the ground, sliding like penguins on the icy floor underneath the icicles. It was actually kind of fun, even though there was the imminent threat of being skewered. I heard a tear in fabric, and although I couldn't turn around and look, I felt a small tug around my neck and knew that one icicle had torn through a section of my cloak. We finally hit the wall, Kristoff managing to cushion my crash against him, and he helped me up (more like dragged me).
We ducked through a door just as an icicle burst through behind us, pushing us and causing us to slip on the icy stairs outside. We landed in a soft pillow of snow. I hadn't been truly prepared for how the cold outside would effect me, and I caught myself shrieking in pain as loud as my voice would allow me. Where the fluffy powder touched me, it stung like a hundred bees. As the wind whipped around me, inside, I could feel the ice growing and stabbing into me. It was the worst kind of pain I had ever experienced. Kristoff dug me out of the snow and called to Sven, who was by his side immediately. I was helped onto his back, shaking like a leaf, and Kristoff began leading us forward, both of us trying to call out to Elsa in the storm.
Elsa
I wound my way through the streets of town, laughing as I used my powers freely like I never had before. How long had it been since I last walked here, desperately trying to hide myself from these wicked people? It didn't matter anymore. I was free, and they would be trapped. Oh, how the tables had turned! I cast my hands to the left and right, freezing over houses and shops in my wake. I caught sight of the chocolate stand Anna and I hand bought from, and bitterly, I froze it and shattered it. Reminded of my reason for coming, I changed my path to reach the castle quicker.
I reached the gates that had locked me away all of my life, and they froze over as I stood there, staring into the courtyard. Through the storm, a strange shape quickly came into view. It was the ice salesman and his reindeer, carrying my sister on his back, her hair stained white with the snow and her face deathly pale. She looked more like Dad than I ever did like that.
Favorite child, whispered a voice in my head that I wasn't sure was mine.
The ice salesman helped Anna down, and they approached me to where it was easier to speak over the storm that I encouraged. "Well, Anna it looks like I lied. I did come back, and you brought me here," I snarled.
"Elsa, what are you talking about?" she asked in a voice that was no more than a hoarse whisper, probably from the cold. I felt my anger and impatience rising at her feigned innocence.
"You know very well what I'm talking about! You sent that mob after me! You're just as hateful as everyone else here, so stop lying!"
"Elsa, no," she said, sounding close to tears. "I would never do that to you. You're my sister."
"Liar! You hate me! They said that you-"
"Elsa!" the ice salesman interjected. "The reason they went after you was not because Anna sent them, but because they saw Anna looking like this after you attacked her!" He gestured to Anna's snowy head of hair, which closer inspection revealed was not actually snow. Her hair was bleached white.
"Elsa, you froze my heart." My eyes went wide, and I stared down at my hands in horror. Then, looking at hers, I could see patches of ice blooming along her skin. "I'm dying." I backed away in fear. This couldn't be happening!
"No, I never-!"
"I know you didn't mean it, Elsa. You never wanted to hurt anyone. That's why you shut people out. That's why you shut me out."
"I never meant to hurt you!" I felt close to tears, but why couldn't I cry? This was all wrong! Had I been so blinded by anger that I hadn't seen what really happened? Her hair should have been a dead giveaway that I had hurt her! Had I really been jealous of it? This was all wrong!
"Please, could you remove the curse?" I could see how the cold outside was affecting her. I could almost feel the ice traveling through her body. The storm suddenly became a nuisance as my new goal was to save my sister, not to condemn her. I waved my hands around wildly, trying to make it stop, but it only grew stronger until I could hardly see Anna in front of my face.
"I can't! I don't know how!" I cried out. I began to panic, and panicking only made things worse. "Just stay here away from me, and I'll figure out what to do!"
"Elsa, wait!" Anna shouted as best she could behind me, but I ignored her and ran back through the streets towards the fjord.
Jack
Pitch was stronger than before. I knew that from the beginning of our fight. I could barely fend off the nightmare sand, and he landed too many blows. I wasn't going to last very long like this. On top of it all, he talked the entire time. "What stings most, Jack? Is it the fact that she sees me as a better father than you ever were?"
"Why do you care?" I aimed a blast in the direction of his voice, inevitably missing. The storm continued growing, and it only became harder to see him, despite how well he stuck out against the whiteness.
"I must say, even though having a family is probably the most stupid thing you've ever done, having a daughter proves to be very satisfying."
"She's my daughter!"
"Not anymore. Oh, you hate it, don't you? How I can turn your own flesh and blood against you?"
"Shut up!"
"Although, it was quite a trick trying to get her to kill the other one. Anna, was it? You know, she never did want to hurt anyone, but she doesn't know that. She fears it, though."
"Stop it! Stop it!" I barely blocked a volley of black sand heading my way.
"I might actually consider keeping Elsa around after all of this is done, if not for the company, than for the fear." A wall of black sand came out of nowhere, knocking the wind out of me and sending my staff flying from my hand. I skidded across the ice, so weak that I could barely lift myself up. He had won, and he was taking my staff as a trophy. I watched it turn black as his magic flowed through its cracks.
"Oh, I haven't even told you the best part, Jack. You know that I grow stronger by feeding off of fear. Your fear was quite satisfying when I ripped your family apart. Then, there's the fear of the children of the world as Elsa's storm kept the Guardians away, blocking the tooth fairies and Sandy's dreams, leaving only my nightmares, but do you want to know the fear that I've thrived off of this whole time, even before this big mess started?" He knelt down beside me with a wide, taunting smile. "Elsa's. Elsa's fear is the sweetest of them all. I've manipulated it this whole time, but she never knew"
Pitch stood up and pointed my staff at me, preparing the final blow, but I was already dead inside. How could I have let all of this happen? Elsa, my daughter..."Goodbye, Jack. Don't worry about a thing. I'll take great care of her," he sneered.
Before he could strike, a familiar voice called out from across the fjord. "Pitch!" cried Elsa, running his way. He held the staff in between the two of them as she approached, and she held onto it to steady herself, looking up into his face anxiously. He tried to shake it from her grip with a look of great annoyance, but she was - thankfully - stronger than she looked. "Pitch, you have to help me! Anna's dying!"
"Not now, Elsa!" he hissed. She continued as if she hadn't heard him.
"I cursed her on accident! You have to show me how to fix it!" I looked up eagerly. There was still hope. Elsa still cared.
"Elsa, let go!"
"We have to go now! There's not much time!"
"Elsa!" he growled. As they fought, I could see their magic doing the same in the staff, warring over who controlled it, not that Elsa knew, of course. Amazingly, Elsa's magic appeared to be winning, just like it had before. Then, we were all blinded by a great flash of blue light.
Elsa
One moment, I was looking into Pitch's face. The next, his face was buried in the ice a few feet away from me. Dad's staff had ended up in my hands, and I could feel my power coursing through it. Pitch brought himself to his feet, rubbing his sore jaw. Dad was doing the same. What had just happened?
"Elsa, give me the staff," Dad said, reaching out to me. I backed away, shaking my head and gripping it tighter.
"Give it to me, Elsa," Pitch commanded. I didn't obey.
"I need your help, Pitch," I begged.
"He can't help you. Elsa, please listen!" Dad pleaded.
"Why should I listen to you? You locked me up my entire life! You made me believe that my powers were a curse!" I screamed at him.
"Yes, I know," he admitted sadly, catching me off-guard. "I shouldn't have done that. I was trying to protect you and Anna, but it was stupid of me the lock you up like that. I'm sorry. Elsa, please come home." He reached out to me again, looking on the verge of tears.
I backed away again, closer to Pitch. "This isn't my home," I said, not knowing if I was saying it to Dad or trying to reassure myself. His apology got under my skin. "Everyone here hates me. They're afraid of me."
"That's right," Pitch chimed in. He held his arms open to me, offering security.
"That's not true. That's a lie that Pitch has put into your head. Your mother loves you. Anna loves you. I love you. Elsa, please."
"Pitch, what's he saying?" I asked frantically, suddenly doubting the safety of his embrace and backing away.
Pitch didn't answer directly. "Give me the staff, Elsa, and we can end this together. We can end the pain of your past." He reached out to me, to the staff, but I dodged his grasp. I looked back and forth between him and Dad, my emotions conflicting. Love? Family? But Pitch was my only family. Wasn't he?
"Elsa, come back to me. Come back to us, and we'll clean this whole mess up."
"Elsa, come here now, and we can rule with fear, just like we planned."
"Don't listen to him Elsa! He's using you!"
"Why should you listen to him? He never cared about what you wanted!"
"Elsa, please hand me my staff."
"Give me the staff!"
My eyes stung like they would be if I was crying, but I still couldn't cry. I looked back and forth between the two of them wildly, unsure of what to do. My thoughts and emotions warred inside of me, and it was too painful to bear, and I was finally had to let it all out with a shriek.
"STOP IT! YOU'RE MAKING ME CONFUSED!"
I slammed the stupid staff down on the ice and the fjord shattered with a deafening crack. A protective blizzard swirled around me as I clutched my head, trying to collect my thoughts. I gasped for breath, and the fjord froze over once again, stuck forever in the waves that had formed in the instant the water had been free. High waves of ice arced over my head and out in rings around me, I at the center of all of it. The snow continued to fall, but it was lighter, almost pensive. I could see that most of the town had gathered at the edge of the fjord to watch, and at the front of them all was Anna, fading quickly. I stared at her for the longest time, breathing heavily from the exertion of my powers, feeling as though I had frozen time itself.
(Before I get a comment about this, no, Elsa did not freeze time. Ooh, things have gotten serious! What will happen next? Poor Elsa. She never wanted any of this to happen, and now she's stuck in a difficult position. Please review while I set straight to work on the next chapter!)