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Alright guys this is important! With this next part of my story, I'm going to alternating on a pattern between POV's-starting with this chapter. It's going to go from Elsa's to Pitch's to Jack's. It's not like it's going to be different POV's telling one part of the story over and over again. The story will progress with each chapter forthe most part. Like for example, I might write a chapter in Pitch's POV about a fight with the Guardians, then write it in Jack's POV about it, adding extra bits.

I hope that was clear enough for you. If you have any questions, leave a review or PM me! Happy for any questions, advice, or comments you have to leave me :)

Here you are!

Chapter 24 Elsa's POV

Training with Pitch turned out to be a much more laborious task than I would've thought.

He pushed me so that I was physically and mentally exhausted by the time the day was done.

"You've got to train harder," he persisted. "You're capable of so much more."

I wasn't sure exactly what I was training for. Whenever I asked, Pitch would reply, "You'll have to see."

I considered leaving a couple of times. What was the point in staying and offering my abilities if I was never going to use them? It seemed that there was no point.

That was when he confided the plans in me.

"First we'll do our little sand trick to rile the Guardians up, then we'll target Toothiana."

"When?" I asked impatiently. I yearned to do something. To get out of this dark gloomy place.

"Soon. I want everything to be perfect. I will make no mistakes this time."

Some of the training was fun. I enjoyed seeing how far I could push myself, what the extent of my abilities was. Just when I thought that I'd reached the edge, Pitch would push me a little more and I'd discover another way to use my powers.

One of my favorite parts, was when he would come up with some way to mix our powers. We'd come up with a couple of ways already, but he was sure that there was more we could do together.

"You're a natural, Elsa. Very powerful."

I used to squirm at the flattery but now I basked in every word of his praise.

It'd been months since I first joined him and with every passing day we grew stronger. Stronger and more lethal than before.

At first I was unhappy, thinking that he was using me for my powers. But when I complained about it, he reassured me that it wasn't so. To prove it, he gave me what I craved most, freedom.

For a week, he took me around the world. We still trained, but very discreetly. The Guardians could sense us if we disturbed anything. We had to be careful.

One night, we sat on the top of a roof building. It was a clear night.

"You're doing very well, Elsa. I have a different technique I think you'd like. We'll try it tomorrow."

I nodded. "Sounds good."

We sat there in silence and I didn't want to talk. It wasn't often that we got to stay out like this after dark. I had begged earlier and to my surprise, Pitch agreed.

"But only for a few minutes," he added.

So we sat there together, looking up at the Moon and the stars in the sky.

"Do you think he hears us?" I asked aloud. Pitch looked at me in surprise. Then looked disinterested when he realized I was talking about the Man in the Moon.

"Yes." His reply was curt.

"Why don't you think he ever answers?"

He didn't answer for a few minutes. I didn't think he was going to until his reply came.

"I'm not sure."

There was something in Pitch's voice that made me leave the topic alone. I didn't think he wanted to talk about it. I moved on to a different subject.

"Do you think that the night is beautiful?"

"What's not to like about the dark?"

"Not necessarily the dark," I said, choosing my words carefully. "But night in itself. Everything is quiet, everything is peaceful."

He looked at me sharply. "Night is not peaceful, nor quiet. The night is when fears become real, when nightmares take form. It is anything but."

I bit my lip and shrugged.

"I guess there's just something about it. You get to see the stars. You don't see the stars in the daylight."

He looked up at the sky as if realizing that there were indeed stars there. He looked thoughtful.

"I suppose you're right," he said slowly. "The darkness is where light shines its brightest."

Before I could say anything else, he stood up abruptly, turning away from me.

"We should go. It's getting late."

I could have sworn his hands were trembling.

As the months went by, I yearned for us to act. We were just going over the same thing, improving our efficiency and trying to make it stronger. I never voice my impatience aloud though.

Pitch was stressed out. When he thought I wasn't watching, he would put his head in his hands and stay like that for a while. Sometimes he would just close his eyes and clench his fists.

I wanted to comfort him. I wanted to see what I could do to help. I asked him that, once.

"Pitch," I said hesitantly, making my presence known.

He immediately straightened up.

"What is it?" He sounded irritated.

"You just seemed off. I was going to ask you if anything was wrong."

He laughed, but the sound was dry and without humor. "Why would you care if there was anything wrong?"

I ignored his comment. "Are you okay?"

"Am I okay?" He repeated. He shook his head angrily. "Just go away."

"I just wanted to see if-"

"Leave me alone!"

I fled from the room, tears of frustration filling my eyes. I had tried to reach out, but I wouldn't do it again.

He apologized for his behavior the next day, saying that he was better. I didn't believe him, but I nodded my head along anyway.

"I'm just getting tired of waiting. I never was patient. I want to act now, but I can't. I have to wait for the perfect time."

I just wanted to know him better, but he didn't seem to care. Sometimes I wondered if I'd made the right decision, joining him.

But then I thought about that one week. He seemed fine then. Everything seemed right. We weren't just allies or partners. We were friends.

In the beginning, I'd thought that he'd want to be more than friends. I wasn't sure how I felt about that. It wasn't a question that I had ever wanted to ask myself, not yet anyway. But if he had that intention he dropped it quickly, maybe sensing that that road best not be taken. Maybe after all this was over.

Once this was all over, it would get easier. I hadn't decided whether I would stay with Pitch or not. Maybe we would go our separate ways, but still keep in touch. I think I would like that.

And perhaps Pitch would change. I had never known what he was like when children believed in him, but I'm sure that he was better. I wanted it to be like it was that one week when he didn't seem worried or stressed. It was the closest thing that I'd seen to him being happy.

Hopefully, I would get to see him like that once more.

So, yes I have spanned their time together by a few months. Allow me to give you a little background info. . . they met in the end of summer and now it's about a month till Christmas. Anyways.

Next chapter is Pitch's POV, and it's basically training with Elsa but different. The end of the chapter does progress the plotline though.

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