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Chapter 37 Elsa's POV

I could feel my time running out. Every second that ticked by was a second closer that Pitch would return.

I didn't know what I was going to say to him. He expected an answer when he got back, but I didn't have one for him.

I hardly knew what to think. I didn't have a clue what I wanted. All I knew is that all these months, I'd been working to be believed in. I wanted to be seen by children.

I hadn't thought about anything like what Pitch had offered. I didn't realize that Pitch would be capable of those types of feelings.

The partnership that we had benefited both of us. Now he was wanting something more than a partnership. I was undecided. To be with someone like that, on a more intimate scale, I had always imagined to be different.

It always seemed to me, like it wasn't something that was done on business. Then again, Pitch didn't seem for it to be strictly business.

Did I think of Pitch that way? I didn't think of anyone that way. I hadn't had the opportunity to meet anyone other than Pitch.

What if I never did though? Surely there were more people out there besides the Guardians. Though when I first met Pitch, he had told me that no one else would think about dealing with me. Maybe that could change there.

Would I go out there and try to see what else was in the world? Or would I stay with Pitch?

I sighed and rubbed my temples. I didn't know what to do.

"Have you made your decision?"

I gasped and turned around. Pitch was in the doorway.

"You said you weren't going to be back for at least a day," I said, trying to stall.

"My business went quicker than I expected. I didn't have to travel as far."

"Oh," was all I could think to say. I twisted my hands together.

"So now that you've had some time to think about my offer, what do you have to say?"

I took a deep breath. "I'm still undecided."

"Why?"

I came up blank. What did I say to that? Because I'm not sure that I want to be with you that way or make any long-term commitments.

"There's no reason why you should be undecided," he continued. "It makes sense in every single aspect. You aren't going to find a single person who could offer you more than I could."

I nodded my head. The thing was, it did make sense in a lot of ways. But I wanted more in a relationship. I didn't want it to be based on facts and logical things. I wanted it to be based on a more than that, a more emotional foundation. I was afraid if I said that though, it would offend Pitch.

"I'm just not sure yet," I told him tentatively. "It would be logical for me to say yes, but. . ."

"But what?" I tried not to flinch.

He stared at me, scrutinizing my expression. Then his face went blank.

"But you don't want to." He said it as a statement not a question. I turned away from him and sighed.

"I just don't know." I wanted to confirm what he said, but I didn't have the heart to. I could tell that he was stung and it hurt me to know that I was the reason why.

He was quiet a moment and I willed for him to say something, anything.

"Well that changes things then." His voice was cool and distant. "Have I not been kind to you? Have I not treated you well? Perhaps you've been unhappier than you let on. I'm sorry if I've done anything that has damaged your opinion of me."

"You haven't done anything at all. Maybe if I had more time," I pleaded with him.

Pitch sighed. He suddenly looked old and tired.

"Time. Alright. When our plan has been executed, you can make your decision. I won't try to persuade you. This will be entirely your choice."

I nodded. We stood there silently a moment before Pitch broke the silence.

"Would you like to know what business I was on?"

"Yes. I was wondering about that."

"Follow me."

He led me down a series of dark hallways, the ones that I had never explored as they were never open to me. Finally we reached the end of the hall and went through two large doors.

Inside, it was dark, just like the rest of the castle. So this is where Pitch spent most of his time. There was a bed against the wall but the neat covers suggested it hadn't been used in quite some time. There was a stack of journals carelessly thrown this way and that. There was a chest and another desk. Atop the other desk, was a rod, a stick. I found that odd but I didn't comment and looked elsewhere.

Apparently the stick held some significance because Pitch walked over to the desk and plucked it from its surface.

"Do you know what this is?" he asked me while running his hand along its base.

"It looks like a stick," I said, although this was blatantly obvious.

"It's a staff. Jack Frost's staff to be exact," he murmured, looking up to see my reaction.

As he said the words, I realized they were true. That's why it had looked vaguely familiar.

"How did you get it?"

"A couple trick and I had it out of his grasp. Now that we have one Guardians down-"

"How can you say that taking away Jack Frost's keepsake is taking him down?" I interrupted.

"It's not just a keepsake. This gives him the ability to fly and conducts his powers for him. He's practically useless without it."

I felt a rock sink in my stomach and I was unaware why. I should be glad, but instead I just pitied him. How sad it must be to be helpless, unable to have freedom.

"Then I'd say our job has gotten easier," I replied, not wanting to show my inner emotions.

"Indeed. I wanted to show you something else."

He set the staff back down on the desk and started to sift through his chest. He tossed out a few miscellaneous items before pulling out four orbs.

"What are those?"

"I've held these for a very long time, waiting for the right time to use them. This is how we are going to complete the third act of our plan."

"I don't understand."

"When you throw them down, they'll act as a portal to take you where you want to go. We'll use them to get to our destination in our final stage. But we only need two for that. I wanted to give you the other two."

I looked at him, surprised. "Why?"

"To show I trust you," he said simply. "You wanted the freedom to explore the world, and after our plan is over, you can go explore. You have one to get there wherever you want to go, and then one to return back to the castle. I would prefer if you didn't use it right now, as it might be a little dangerous. Perhaps in a couple of days."

He handed me the orbs and I cradled them into my arms. I wasn't sure what to make of the unexpected gift.

"Thank you," I mumbled to him. He looked away, almost seeming embarrassed.

"Yes, well I thought you might like them."

"I do. It's a very, err, thoughtful gift."

He didn't reply, instead turned back to the staff on his desk.

"I suppose you'd better put those up," he finally said.

"Oh, yes," I stammered, taking the hint. "Thanks again."

"You're welcome. Think about my offer some more."

Oh. So that's why he had given them to me. In attempts to persuade me more. I nodded at him, my chest feeling constricted.

I retreated back to my room, my head whirling.

So Elsa now has those little orb things that North and his yeti's use! Where did Pitch get them? I just imagined he'd always had them, waiting for the right time.

There are some twists coming up though. Just so you know.

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