Author's Note: Sorry for the late update. But I wanted to make it perfect.
Like the sound of a distant scream, the wind howled through the mountains, whistling back and forth through the trees, and seemed to kick up snow in anger. The sky did not show signs of stars or the light of the moon, but only the promise of more freezing storms. The world seemed to be deserted when glancing over the mounds of snow.
"We've been out here for days, you're highness. There's got to be a point when we stop." One of Hans' men road up beside him on a horse. Hans sighed, bit his lip, looking back at the rest of men. Their faces shown hope of a chance to go back, their eyes pleading with Hans to stop this search. But he just sighed, shaking his head and whipping his horribly chapped red lips.
"We can't just give up, now! We've come too far to give up on the Princess." Hans told the man. The sighed, looking up towards the north mountain as it stood mightily from a far. "If we keep going, well be there by sunrise."
"And then what?"
"We find the Princess."
"What about the Queen?" One of the men from the back of the group asked with a slight pinch of fear in his voice. There was a unsettling silence as the Hans thought to himself.
"If…anyone is having second thoughts, they may return to Arendelle. But I have a duty to Princess Anna…to the Kingdom." He gripped the reins of his horse tightly. His fingers hurt terribly after being nearly frost bitten by the cold. After he started his horse forward, a few men turned their horses around."
"I'm with you, Sir." The same man told him.
"So are we, my Lord." The two from Whesltown nodded in agreement, standing in the snow beside Hans. They had not brought a horse and continuing the journey would be difficult for them. But on the other hand, the two men did not want to return the Arendelle empty handed.
"Move out." He nodded, trying to keep a brave face.
"Hmm. This looks…promising." Pitch smiled from ear to ear, leaning on the trunk of a tree nearby. "Let's have a look…"
In the blink of an eye, Pitch focused his attention on Hans. Hans felt nothing and continued to ride north with his men. However, Pitch took this chance to do what he does best. Find fear and make it grow.
Pitch opened his eyes to a small memory of a boy running around a castle. The walls faded into the edges of the vision.
"Well hello there." Pitch smirked. "I remember you…" He chuckled to himself as he watched a small 7 year old tug on his brother's jacket.
"Come on! I know you can see me! Hello?! Listen to me!" The boy shouted in anger, stomping his foot down. Pitch frowned as he saw the smiles on the brothers faces as they simply turned from the boy and walked away. As if he wasn't even there.
"It's pretty dreadful, isn't it?" Pitch spoke, watching the boy fall to his knees and wipe his eyes free from tears.
"I just don't want to be alone anymore." The boy sniffled. "Please come back." He looked down the hall as his brothers turned the corner. Little Hans glared, standing up. "F-fine! O-one day I'll make you guys pay! Y-you'll HAVE to listen to me! C-cause I'll be King!"
"Perfect…" Pitch smirked. "Found it. Some ones a bit scared of losing control. Have a few abandonment issues do we? I can work with that." Pitch snapped his fingers, using his power very quickly. Every word he now said was heard by Hans. However, it's as if Hans was thinking it himself, not as if he was hearing a voice. "You can't back out now. If you go back home, you will spend the rest of your days in that castle. You will have no life and no responsibilities, and where no one likes you. Unless this works out and you become King, Prince Hans of the Southern Isles will never be known, might as well have never been born."
Hans gulped, shaking his head. He tried to shake these thoughts from his mind. There was no way he was going to hurt the royals. Someone as kind and sweet as Anna deserves-
"She's a childish woman with no right to rule anywhere."
But she trusts me.
"Exactly. It's the perfect chance."
Maybe it is.
"Right. This is your destiny. It's time to take it into your own hands."
I can't do it…
"Yes you can. When will this happen again. You came here to try your chance with the Queen. No one is getting anywhere with her. And Anna…Well if Anna dies out here. It's not hurting anyone."
It's not hurting anyone…
His mind went back and forth as Pitch messed with his greatest fear. Pitch pulled from his mind once he was sure Hans convinced that this was the best option. Find the ice queen. If she falls, he needed to make sure HE was the one to make her fall. He needed to be the hero in all this.
While keeping his eyes on the closely moving mountain, Hans slowly continued through the blizzard. Every step, another thought popped into his mind from Pitch full of fear and continuous thoughts of that if he didn't take the chance to make his own destiny, he might as well be dead.
By the time the morning came, the blizzard had dulled to a slow wind. They stood at the base of the mountain, looking upon the ice castle and its miraculous towers.
Elsa opened her eyes to a quiet room. Taking a deep breath in of the cool morning air, she let it out slow, taking in the peace this morning brought, if only for a moment. It was her and Jack lying in the bed under the thin sheets made of the same fabric as her dress. It wasn't quite warm, but it was cozy there next to him. She found comfort in watching his chest rise and fall and his lips part slightly when he breathed. She pleaded to a god, not knowing if he existed or not, that this moment would never end. That in the moment she touched Jacks face, and woke up, that the smile he gave her would never fade.
"You are not to have stories of this Jack any longer. It is time for you to face the fact that you must control your power."
"The present of Jack Frost in the your life will only cause you and the kingdom trouble."
"What will my future be…?" "…Fear."
The words from her past haunted her mind as she stared at him.
"Good morning…" Jack mumbled, just beginning to opening his eyes. He leaned up just a little, kissing her lips softly. Elsa closed her eyes, lingering in the kiss as long as she could. Almost as if it was going to be a while until the next.
"Something wrong?" Jack frowned, looking up at Elsa's face, reaching and tucking a white strand behind her ear. Her hair was down, draping softly onto her shoulders, her dress carefully wrapped around her arms so perfectly. She shook her head, taking a moment to think.
"Just a bad dream, I guess." She forced a smile, looking at his head where the wound had almost completely healed. She smiled, leaning over him and kissing his forehead. "I love you…" She sat up, and with that movement, a sudden overwhelming nausea hit her like a rock. "MN!" Elsa clasped a hand over her mouth, bolting from the bed across the room.
"E-ELSA? What's going on?! Ar-are you alright?!" He started to run after her. Elsa slammed the door, from the bedroom, trying to figure out what to do. Her stomach twisted and turned with both pain and the feeling that she was going to fall over. She finally made it to a side balcony, clutching the bars of the railing tight enough that the ice started to crack slightly. With a choke and a cough, she couldn't keep it down any longer. Holding her stomach tightly, she couldn't help puking. Her entire world started to darken around her and she felt her ability to stand leave her. Jack came running into the balcony, catching her quickly. "W-what happened?! Are you alright?!" Jack panted, holding her tightly.
"I…I don't feel so good." She gulped, curling up against Jacks chest. With a small weak hand, she gripped Jacks shirt in her fist.
"I can see that." He stood carefully, finally breaking his eye contact with her to look out towards the mountains base. His eyes widened at the sight of the Hans' group beginning to ascend the mountain. "Let's get you inside." He closed the door behind them with his power. Elsa opened her eyes, and looked up at him.
"I-…I think I'm okay." She patted his chest, nodding her head.
"Are you sure? You don't look alright. Maybe we should just get you back into bed."
"I want to stand, Jack." She wiggled out of his arms and he set her down on her feet, and she held tightly onto his shoulder for support. They stood in the middle of the main rotunda looking at each other for a moment.
"There are men coming up the mountain." Jack said after an awkward silence that fell between them. Elsa only stared right at him, not breaking his gaze. Her eyes were looking for something, trying to figure something out. "Elsa? Did you hear me? I said that men are coming up the mountain. They are only a few minutes away!"
"Oh god…" The words escaped her lips. Her eyes darted away from his as she backed up.
"Don't look so afraid. I can get rid of them. Just say the word and-"
"No Jack…I… I forgot something." She covered her mouth, getting that dizzy feeling again. She turned away in complete shock.
"What? What did you forget?" He raised an eyebrow.
"5…6…"
"5 and 6? You forgot the numbers 5 and 6?" Jack gave a chuckle.
"N-no Jack…not what I mean!" She turned back to him. Starting at her toes then into her feet legs and soon enough her whole body, she trembled. "6…days! No…now almost 7 days it's been." She put her hands to her head, fingers tangling in her hair tightly, pulling on the tangles. "H-how could I have been so stupid!?" She bit her lip hard, trying to bite back the tears.
"Elsie. I swear if you don't tell me what's going on-"
"J-jack! I…My monthly bleeding hasn't come yet. I…It was suppose to start almost a week ago!" She breathing was shallow and quick, her shoulders moved up and down and she shook violently. "N-no this can't happen. N-not now. Not like this…" She held her arms tightly, her hands against her chest. Jack stood there, eyes wide and stuck on her pacing back and forth.
"E-elsa. D-do you…do you mean you could be…"
"I could be…" she nodded, looking at him, more fear in her eyes than he'd ever seen before. But there it was again…his smile.
"W-wait. I… I could…you could…I…I…" Jack could not logically form sentences in this moment. He could only mirror her shallow breathing with an added display of pure joy. "T-THIS…THIS IS GREAT!" He suddenly jumped, grabbing her arms and yanking her into a hug tighter than he ever did before. He kissed her deeply with the biggest smile pressed against her lips. "AAHHAHAH! WOOO! He let her go, spinning around the room like an idiot.
"JACK. S-STOP! This isn't great!" She yelled. Jack slipped on the ice, landing at her feet, looking up at her.
"S-sorry! I…I…" He fumbled to stand, looking at her, still with a smile.
"P-please. I…I need you to calm down." She looked worried about his reaction, so he changed his pace. Taking a deep breath, Jack put his hands on her shoulders.
"It will be alright. I need you to trust me. Please. I…I will protect you." He gave a firm nod. Slowly, with his hand in her hair, he began to braid her hair like he use to do with his powers. "Shhh…" He nodded. "I … I know it's scary. But we can do this. There's nothing we can't face." He looked down into her eyes.
"Maybe I'm not-"
"Maybe you're not and maybe you are. But either way, we can do this."
"Y-yeah…" Elsa smiled lightly.
"Woah, Elsie. This sudden burst of confidence is making me a bit uncomfortable. You need to calm down." Jack sarcastically raised an eyebrow. Elsa laughed, wiping a few tears from her eyes with a smile.
"Y-yeah. I'll try to remember that." She hugged him gently, her arms around his neck. "I love you…"
"I love you too…" He hugged her waist gently, his face in her shoulder, taking a deep breath in and kissing her skin. After a moment, Elsa pulled away. "I'll go down stairs."
"And do what?" Jack looked at her walk towards the stairway.
"Awaken my guard. They are nothing he can't handle." She nodded, quickly walking down the stairs. Jack watched her through the ice below him as she walked to the front door. Jack made his way out at the front balcony, looking at Prince Hans ride up on his horse followed by many men.
"We are here to find Princess Anna. Be on guard. No harm is to come to the Queen." Hans spoke loud enough to where Jack could hear. But despite the fact of that statement, he caught the sight of two men with long range weapons.
"Why did they bring arrows?" He mumbled to himself. Then he noticed at the belt of ever man was a sword or dagger.
"Elsa?! They have weapons!" He ran back inside, calling down the stairs. It was at that moment when he heard the guard awaken at the base of the castle stair case bridge. After hearing the fight outside ensue, he also heard the front door slam.
"I know!" He heard her voice call back. "T-they can't get past my guard. I-It'll be okay." She shouted.
"G-get up here! Now! Please!" Jack yelled, going back out to the balcony. "They're coming! They got past the guard!" He went to the top of the stairs. Jack saw the men bust thought he front door easily. Without hesitation, Jack ran down the stairs, grabbing Elsa's hand pulling her faster. The only thought he had was to get her away from those who will harm her. And fast.
"Perfect. Just…perfect." Pitch watched from the shadows in ice. With no trouble, more and more fear reached into the minds of the men holding the crossbows. He saw Jack put Elsa behind him once they made it to the rotunda.
"Just calm down. They won't hurt you if you just c-calm down. Okay? I-I'll protect you."
"W-what if they hurt you!?" She gripped his hands tightly.
"Hurt him? He's a spirit. You can't harm an immortal spirit….unless….unless…" Pitch smiled to himself. And then it hit him. As soon as spotting the scar on Jacks forehead. Remembering that Jack was harmed by Elsa's power as numerous points in time. Jack couldn't be untouchable. It made no since.
Unless that when Jack gifted Elsa her power, he gave away enough of his power that he became mortal just as she did.
And in a matter of moments, Pitch thought he would try something, something drastically genius. With just enough fear to pull the trigger, the man standing at the stop of the stairs aimed his dark arrow at Elsa.
"N-no. Please!" Elsa put her hands on Jacks back when he turned around to face the man holding the crossbow.
"Elsa…" Jack told her. "I…-" He wasn't ready. He acted as fast as he could, slamming his staff the floor. A sheet of ice shot from the ground up in front of him. But it was thin and only came up to his neck in the moment he made it. His sentence was cut short. Jack Frost felt the sting of the coldest ice he ever felt in his chest. The arrow embedded itself deep inside his body.