Meanwhile in a cave North of Arendelle, a small urn sat.

The urn housed the former princess Ingrid.

Within the urn she watched the events unfold, watched the young Elsa become more and more like she had been at that age.

"Ingrid..." A dark voice, shadows entering the urn.

"Wh-Who's there?" Ingrid said. "No one can enter this place!"

"Fear can enter anywhere," Pitch smiled and appeared in the darkness.

"No! It's you!" Ingrid shouted. "This is all your fault! I'll never trust you again!"

"I have a gift for you." Pitch said and handed her a mirror. "This is called the Spell of True Sight. It will make everyone in Arendelle see the truth they were forced to forget all those years ago when your sister Gerda betrayed you and made you and Helga forgotten. I have already tested it on the Princess Anna of Arendelle; see how quickly she trusts and understands her sister Elsa? She is the only normal human to trust Elsa like that. What if everyone could see it your way Ingrid...at last?"

"That's all well and good," Ingrid said, taking the mirror. "But how will I get out of this urn to cast the spell? It takes three Guardians to break the urn."

Pitch only smiled. "We have Jack, Guardian of Fun; Elsa, Guardian of Freedom—"

Jack, held in Elsa's arms as she rushed to the Troll Kingdom, appeared in the Mirror.

"Yes yes," Ingrid said irritably. "But we are missing one!"

"And Anna," Pitch smiled darkly. "I have spent her whole life training her. She is the Guardian of the Lost."

Anna appeared in the Mirror. She had gotten tired of waiting; and saddled her horse, heading into the wintry night. Streaking behind her across the fjords was a long, dark, evil shadow.