Hey...yeah...so I got a new follower...I totally had to relearn how to upload this thing (fanfiction is complicated 'XD) so, again, this is STILL NOT the end of my hiatus, but I do have another chapter after this that I just finished...I'll upload it also, but fair warning, it's basically a cliffhanger, I mean, this chapter ends where you can guess what happens next based off the movie, but the next one is weird, and since, I have no idea when I'll be uploading again, you might not want to read it yet :/ just a...you know...warning...thing...ok awkward over now, enjoy!

edit: So I'm re-uploading this chapter because I was looking back over it and realized I left an entire, huge, middle part out. So yeah... Sorry about Pitch previously having carried out a conversation with an unconscious Elsa ,XD

He arrived at the palace before the men and decided to amuse himself with a sleeping stable boy while he waited. He carefully shifted the dream sand, adding his fear, twisting and manipulating it's purpose. He smiled slightly at the boys restlessness, but remained focused on the goal. Carefully, he moved the sand into the small pouch he contained for just such occasion. As the sand hit the gold sand already there, it spread it's coloration, infecting the entire bag for a moment. Pitch then relaxed and observed, warily, that the sand immediately returned to its golden hue the moment he released his hold. That was hardly a problem, though, that was what the pouch was for. Pitch quickly closed the bag with it's greater bounty and hid it away again. Perhaps, with more practice, he would be able to dispose of such a mortal devise, but until then, having a little dream sand at his disposal at anytime was a worthy advantage.

Hans and his men did not arrive with Elsa until the first glimpses of the sun were just visible over the horizon. They must have traveled through the whole night to have made such time. Pitch was glad he now knew where Elsa was, but he still had no access to her fear, seeing as she was still unconscious. Hans placed her in a cell and left. The idea he should worry that a girl with ice powers just might be able to break out of a mortal prison never even crossing his mind. Pitch let it remain that way, the easier to break her out, the better.

As the door shut behind Hans, Pitch remained within the cell. He stood in the center of the room, idly waiting for her to gain consciousness. He observed his surroundings silently, noting the horribly degraded stone brick walls and the rusty bars on the window in amusement. Breaking out of here would be easy even without Elsa's ice powers.

He then turned to her and noticed why Hans had been so confident. Elsa's hands were bound in metal that wrapped around the entirety of each hand. Pitch frowned. Surely Elsa would believe her powers ineffectual if her hands are bound, even Pitch wasn't certain they would work. Yet Pitch knew that he could force her if he needed to, even with her gloves on, her powers had been known to show themselves when she was exceptionally frightened.

He observed her silently from the shadows as she awoke and took in her surroundings. It was when she sprang for the window, that he allowed himself a moment of amusement, and was about to reveal his presence to her, but she spoke first.

"No." She breathed out, as her glorious fear of her own capabilities filled him. "What have I done?"

To this, Pitch definitely had a reply, but again, he was stopped by the sound of the door unlocking. Why must everyone interrupt his entrance? He pursed his lips together, but remained hidden as Hans hesitantly set a small lantern on the bench.

"Why did you bring me here?" At the sight of Hans, Elsa's fear subsided. She apparently did not see this mortal as much of a threat. Pitch smirked in agreement.

"I couldn't just let them kill you." Hans stressed.

The mortal was good. If Pitch hadn't had knowledge of his earlier fears, he might almost have believed him.

"But I'm a danger to Arendelle!" At this, he could feel a small fear resurfacing in her, but nothing strong enough to show. "Get Anna."

"Anna has not returned."

And there was the fear. Ideally, he would take this opportunity to remind her of exactly how dangerous Elsa's powers could be. To implant such a wonderful image as Anna, frozen and alone on the tundra, killed by the very blast Elsa had let loose the last time she had seen her... Of course, he'd make it seem as though this was something he did not wish to be true. But unfortunately, the infernal boy was not done talking.

"if you could just stop the winter. Bring back summer. Please!"

Pitch frowned. Alright, he supposed a guilt trip would be just as effective as traumatic memories in this instance, but the latter was so much more fun!

"Don't you see?" Elsa practically begged him to understand how hopeless the situation truly was. "I can't!"

It worked, and for a moment, Pitch finally sensed some fear from him that was truly relevant to the situation. Of course, it was mostly a fear of how he was going to be an efficient ruler if his kingdom was permanently frozen, but it had to be the closest this mortal had ever gotten to awareness.

Elsa pressed her advantage. "You have to tell them to let me go!"

He watched as Hans' fear left him. He had a plan.

"I will do what I can." He promised, taking his leave.

And finally, a decent queue.

"He is lying." Pitch revealed himself, taking a contemplative stance. If she thought he was here to help her, perhaps she would skip the unpleasantries.

No such luck.

Her eyes widened at the sight of him, and her fear, a horrible, sour sort, radiated off of her as she stared at him.

He smiled at the irony. Now, as he is attempting to help her, she is afraid of him.

No matter, the fear was not intended to fuel him this time, but her. And he could see from the ice spreading along her chains that it was working.

Unfortunately, she noticed too, and her rage grew, clouding her fears and returning her to control.

"What are you doing here?" She demanded.

"You are not safe here. That man's intentions are heinous."

"Oh, and yours are noble?" She accused. "Haven't you used me enough? What more could you possibly gain from being here now? You won't get any more fear from me!" And it was true, she had a firm grasp on her fear, choosing anger instead. But that was simply because she was lying to herself. So perhaps the truth will be her downfall.

"I am here to help you."

"Why? Why would you care to help?"

"Elsa, Elsa," he continued in a softly disappointed tone, "surely you would have guessed by now that if you die, I lose the most potent source of fear I've ever known. Now why would I wish for that?"

She did not appear pleased by this revelation. But she also appeared to believe him, which was all he needed.

"Your fear grants you power, Elsa. You are terrified of your capabilities, and therefore, you are capable of more than you could possibly imagine."

She simply watching him as he continued.

"And if you were to give in, right now? I'm sure you could get out of here on your own. In fact, you could take back your entire kingdom if you wished!"

"But I don't." She interrupted him. "I only wish the people of Arendelle to be safe. And that is much more likely if I am not here."

"That may be true," Pitch allotted, "But you are here currently. And the only way out. Is for you to use your powers to their full, fear pressed, potential."

"Which you will feed off of." She pointed out.

"Well, yes, bit that is simply due to proximity, I swear to you that-"

"That suddenly, now you're telling the truth?" She interrupted sarcastically, "That now, despite all you've put me through in life, despite how I trusted you, and you broke that trust, I can just believe you when you say, 'this situation is different somehow.'"

"Elsa, it is different. Hans is afraid of you. I can sense it. But it is not just you. He is also afraid of Anna. He is afraid you'll discover his true intent!"

"And what is that?" Elsa threw her arms up as best she could with the chains on.

This was not working. She needed to be more calm if he was going to be able to have the deep effect he wanted, and he was running out of time.

"Elsa," he spoke softly, sensing her aversion to him as he walked closer, "Hans is coming to destroy you." He whispered softly in her ear, slowly pacing around her, "he thinks you're a threat to Arendelle." As he paced, he turned her toward the window, reminding her just how much of a threat to Arendelle she really could be. "His Arendelle. He is attempting to usurp the throne, and if he has to kill you to do so, he will." The slow tone broke through her defensive wall and she finally sensed the truth in his words. Oh the fear she released now was so much more appetizing than the aversion she'd previously been feeling.

It was amazing the fear he could induce, simply with the truth. Perhaps if he'd been more honest in the years before things could have gone more smoothly. No matter, though, as her panic grew once she realized the truth, the ice spread along the walls and floor, freezing the shackles and making them brittle. She noticed and attempted to tug herself out of the chains.

"Hurry up!" A voice on the other side of the door stopped her.

"She's dangerous. Move quickly!" Another voice had her tugging futilely again.

Pitch pulled forth what little sand he had and formed a hammer.

"Hold still." He warned before breaking the chains. He then moved toward the wall, his power growing as Elsa's fear increased at the sound of Hans at the door. Using her fear to fuel him, he enlarged the hammer, and with a single blow, the brittle wall crashed down, allowing her the chance to escape.