Chapter 17 'Ombra Revealed'
30 years ago...
His hand tried to meet hers, but the distance between them grew, "Tigerlily!" She treaded into the jungles ahead of him, caught in her melancholy after her father had disowned her minutes ago.
Peter had snapped out of Ombra's control. Unlike the other times, he remembered his actions tonight. .The blood of his friend speckled his arms, his shirt, his consciences. He sought to rectify but there was no way to take it back. It was unforgivable.
Don't think about it. Forget.
His coping mechanism kicked in, and he tried to pretend it never happened. He tried not to think about ordering Devin to shoot Pine Sap, putting a blade in young Tootles' hands, ordering Ombra to kill Tigerlily. Each step he took, he became immersed in his own world of ignorance.
Forget. Forget. Forget.
The events of tonight obliterated in his memory. For all he could remember, Tigerlily's banishment was the only monumental occurrence. He caught up and forced her to face him. She responded by hitting him repeatedly in the chest, tears streaming her face.
"Why is it me you are mad at?"
Tigerlily gaped at him, appalled, "You dare say that after what you've done?" Her eyes beheld his and detected the remorse. He knew. She knew that he knew what he did, and he had the nerve to deny. "You remember this time and you're pretending because that's what you're good at."
"I'm the one who likes pretending, huh? What about you? Acting like this engagement wasn't happening for an entire year? Pretending that what we had then was real? Clearly my feelings weren't reciprocated and I should just accept that our love meant nothing,"
"It was not love!"
That lingered in the air for a bit. Then Peter reached for her hand, "Come on,"
She jerked away, "Where?"
"The compound. In love or not, we have the oath remember? You need a home,"
"As if I want to go anywhere with you. You went back to him after you said you wouldn't!" She tried to walk ahead of him but he tailed her. They continued bickering like this, "How do you expect me to trust you after this? Might as well forget the oath because you'll soon break that too."
"Hypocrite yet again! You were all set leaving me for your tribe. Technically, you already broke it. I'm only trying to salvage what's left of our friendship,"
"That was what you were doing? Attacking my village and killing Rufio was salvaging?"
"What was that back there? Have a new talent to share?" Peter could never forget the sight of Tigerlily defeating those Shadows. Someone with great power could do what she had done,
"The power itself is hard to control. I do not know how or why I possess it," she finally confessed. She halted and faced him, "There, I realized it is meant to ward off Shadows. Peter, separating you from Ombra is possible. I can do it,"
"What if I don't want to be separated?" What? Did she hear him correctly?
"The magic, Tigerlily," Peter stressed, "I learned now to wield it for extraordinary things! Ombra says I have the potential to become the most formidable sorcerer in all realms. The fairies blabber on about how absorbing too much will cause destruction when actually, they hoard it to themselves. They don't want us mortals to use it,"
"Abiding to the fairies' rules ensures the island's safety. You're draining it all until there won't be any left to sustain Neverland. At this rate, you will drink us dry!"
"Not if I have the boys still believing,"
"Their belief won't be enough," she spat, "Let me help you."
"No. You want to cut me from it!" he cried indignantly.
"This is for your own good. Have you glanced upon your own face? In many ways, you are the vision of death. Ombra is doing this to you,"
"I chose this path,"
So, this was it. This was how it was going to be. Tigerlily pressed a finger to her temple, overwhelmed by many things. She gave his chest a defiant shove and stormed off, pointing to the distance, "Then I choose that one."
"A banished princess with nothing but the clothes on her back, Where will you go? "
"Away from you! Hopefully, I will find the real Peter Pan. He has been gone for a long time…"
Present...
She thought Ombra was her only adversary on this quest, but this- this was much worse. Tigerlily took in his appearance. Sickly purple rimmed his eyes, making it seem they've sunken in his skull. Although breathing, he was the epitome of death. Tigerlily could trace every weary line on his face and feel the 30 years of torment. His lips were curled in a malevolent grin. It was as if the hardships amused him. Peter Pan was alive and darker than ever.
"Pan!" Felix called him over and Tigerlily could barely contain her anxiety. Tucking her hair deeper into her hood, she tried to look at the leading Lost Boy. Peter grimaced before ambling to them, then he smiled sickeningly when he realized the situation.
"What do we have here?" He raised an eyebrow at Tigerlily and she shivered in response, "I don't believe it, We got a fresh one? You're the first in many years, mate."
"Peter Pan,"
The said boy bowed in response, "In the flesh," He didn't recognize her, but she bet that if he stared at her too closely her cover was blown. She kept her head down.
"The Shadow brought you, eh? They always bring back those in need of a home. Oh forgive me. You know my name but I know not yours,"
"Um..,"
Felix jabbed her back with his club, "Answer him when he's talking to you!" By this point, all the Lost Boys looked at her expectantly.
"Mark," she said finally.
Peter stared her down. It was possible he could pluck the truth from her facial expression, "You don't seem entirely confident in that." She nodded.
"Well Mark, we're about to play a fun game," He held out his palm and an object materialized, which happened to be an apple, "Wait here while I bring my guest of honor over to join us."
Then Tigerlily watched Peter stalk off towards an oak tree to a bit far from the campfire. There was a little boy napping at its roots. He raised his head when Peter approached. She let out a sigh of relief when she recognized it was Henry. But where was Grace? Was Peter keeping her elsewhere?
Peter rolled the apple Henry's way, "I don't like apples," the boy grumbled.
"Who doesn't like apples?"
Henry looked behind Peter and caught Tigerlily's gaze. His eyes widened slightly as he recognized her but masked his surprise. He turned back to the question at hand, "It's a family thing."
"It's not for eating," Peter nodded to one of the Lost Boys, drawing him over to hand the leader his crossbow, "It's for a kind of a game, a really fun game," The crossbow neared Henry's face, a mite away from his nose, "I call it target practice,"
Another Lost Boy came about holding a jar of a black substance. The overwhelming scent of cherries emanated from it. Dreamshade.
"What's that?" Henry asked while Peter dipped the tip of an arrow into the jar.
"Dreamshade. It's a nasty poison. There was a story here about a man who once shot an apple off his son's head with an arrow. Let's find out if it's possible.
"If you're shooting at the apple, what's the poison for?"
"Motivation not to miss. Felix-no, wait," Peter was about to beckon his second in command over but stopped. He scratched his chin, changing his mind. His eyes landed on Tigerlily, "Let's have the fresh one give it a try," Tigerlily might have forgotten her persona if it weren't for two Lost Boys who roughly grab her by the arms. They forced her to walk to the center of a crowd that began to had witnessed enough 'target practices' to know the chances of leaving unscathed were slim to none. She was somewhat relieved that she was chosen and not some clumsy boy to shoot at Henry.
"Mark. How appropriate," The boys laughed at his joke, thought it seemed rather forced.
"Is Mark good? Is his aim good?" Henry was a very gifted actor. Speeding through his words to give the impression that he was worried. In reality, he was at ease, seeing that Tigerlily had a hawk's eye and could shoot just about anything off one's head with or without sight. She reached for the crossbow but Peter moved it out of her reach.
"Doesn't matter. You'll be the one doing the shooting," What? Real worry bled through Henry's facade. Tigerlily thought back to the time to his archery lessons. She gulped.
With the crossbow in his hands, Henry shook his head, "I don't want to shoot," He was a good kid, he wouldn't want to hurt anybody. He strived to live up to the heroic name made by his grandparents and hurting innocents went against it.
"Shoot. Shoot, Shoot," the Lost Boys chanted.
Peter tossed Tigerlily the apple and tried to ease Henry's worries, "You won't hit him. Trust yourself. Go on, it's exhilarating!" He joined in with his Lost Boys in the chant, their voices creating a solid wall of sound. It rumbled the pit of her stomach yet Tigerlily succumbed to their games and placed the apple on her head.
There was no way out of this without getting exposed too early. Maybe this was for the best. She could imagine Peter's surprise when a Lost Boy, fresh off the next realm, shoots an apple clean off of one's head. He would question it and later realize there was only two gifted marksmen who could have done it. And they were both in the same compound.
Henry turned to face her, bringing the crossbow to his face. Peter silenced the Lost Boys.
"I'm sorry," Tigerlily heard her friend whisper. She braced herself and closed her eyes. Hearing the trigger click and sound of an arrow whizzing through the air, she held her breath.
But no pain. No acute sensation of poison spreading in her bloodstream. Opening her eyes, Tigerlily stared at Henry bewildered but he didn't stare back. His attention was towards Peter who held an arrow an inch away from his chest.
Oh my god, she thought, shocked. She didn't think he had the guts to pull the trigger. Cheers erupted from the Lost Boys.
Peter tossed the arrow over his shoulder and grinned, "Told you it was exhilarating."
30 years ago…
Missed.
The bloody trap missed!
Tigerlily fumed over her failed hunt by hacking away at clot of plants by the stream. She cursed every time the blunt blade met with the crumbling dirt. She cursed her people, the Lost Boys- the people who had made the past months a struggle. Oh, how far she drifted from her old way of life.
The banishment took a toll on her. To be exiled was a great dishonor and she couldn't show her face to her tribe no longer. The warrior vigor she held before was stripped from her. She lacked the tenacity needed to survive on her own.
Peter's actions on her wedding day had spurred war among the tribes, for he disrupted the merger with Pine Sap and Rufio's death. Mama Fire had blamed Tigerlily but sought to punish her former tribe instead. The rest of the natives sided with either the Picaninny or the Bog Dwellers. Western Neverland had never seen so much blood and war. The number of casualties pushed to the startling hundreds.
Food was scarce during war, and the Lost Boys hadn't been keen on sharing their hunt with Tigerlily. Peter had ordered the boys to disrupt her hunt by any means necessary. She didn't know if this was truly Peter or not. Both sides of him were not too pleased with her at the moment, with one trying to reel her back to the compound and the other out to kill her.
Tigerlily heard the roots of the plant snap after the tenth chop and her hunger intensified. After hauling the starchy plant from the ground, she hastily kindled a fire in the little hiding place she had. Few inhabitants had knowledge of a secret inlet of land tucked away at the mouth of the waterfall.
It had been a miracle to get a fire going in this damp cavern. She butchered the rootstock of the plant, and dropped it into a metal pot she had swiped from the village before taking leave. She boiled the plant before digging in. The starch left a bitter taste in her mouth but she learned to stop wallowing in dissatisfaction. This was the only grub she could get.
"Arrowroot could only go so far," An airy voice echoed from the entrance. Tinkerbell, "I saw you tussle with the boar earlier," The petite woman held up half of a twig before tossing it into the fire.
Tigerlily stood, vaguely remembering the boar scampering away because of a twig snapping, "I thought fairies were supposed to help," she grumbled.
"Help is given to those you ask for it. And you, stubborn as a rock in mud, incessantly refusing our help. Here you are, scrounging in the dirt for your next meal, when you could be feasting at Pixie Hollow. Dammit Tigerlily, you hate vegetables!" "
She took a ravenous bite of the root before chucking it into the fire. She had grown tired of the bland taste. Eyeing the fairy tentatively, she saw the slight urgency on her pristine face, "You bear news, I take it?" Visitors weren't common in exile. There was a purpose to this.
Tink neared her, nervously fiddling with her wand like she always did before spurting news, "Remember when you sent me to the archives to see if there was information on Ombra?"
"I distinctly remembered you having no results. Yes. What of it?"
"Well, after recent unfortunate happenings... it pushed me into breaking fairy council rules. Looked in the restricted section and found something," She offered a hand, "Come with me back to the Hollow. This is important,"
The two ended up in a chamber miles below the Pixie Hollow Tree. Tigerlily had to commend the fairy for breaking many rules to bring her here. She knew Tink didn't agree with all the rules initiated by the council. She took matters into her hands for, in their opinion, the greater good. For the sake of the island. The dirt walls and ceiling were accommodated for her human size because the history of the realms as they knew it couldn't fit in a fairy sized room.
It was empty apart from the neverending line of shelves beholding millions of scrolls. Its holding places were about the size of honeycombs. It made Tigerlily feel like a bear peering into a beehive.
Tinkerbell led her to the darkest recess of the room: The restricted section. High authority fairies were allowed in here, something Tinkerbell is not. Tigerlily kept lookout while Tink scanned the walls for the scroll. Seconds later, she procured a thick scroll from a tiny slot. Magic, the princess presumed.
They took it to a table and unraveled it, "Take a gander."
"I am illiterate in elfish and english," Tigerlily quipped, " Tell me what I am supposed to know, fairy,"
The fairy spread out the scroll to look at more of the text and pictures, "Tis' the legend of the Shadow Thief. Very famous back in my land, though the stories were always distorted. This here, is the original story,"
She pointed to a section of symbols and illustrations. There was block of ink, and from it emerged a cloaked figure. On the opposite side was a patch of gold with a lady in fine robes stood.
"It talks about how everything that came to be had come from nothing. The first domains to be created were the Dark and the Light, each having a being who represent these forces. The Dark was ruled by Ombra. Lord Ombra, in fact. The Shadows respond to him and only him. He dictates them all. The haunting whispers of the wind at night, the chill you feel up your spine- the feelings of fear are his doing,"
She went on, "It has been said that Lord Ombra's forces were in a constant battle with the Light. The Dark and the Light were meant to be separate but at times they invade each other's domain. The Shadows is the Dark sneaking into day while the stars are the Light speckled in the night. Ombra's ultimate goal was to create a world of neverending darkness,"
Tink rolled the scroll and showed more of this tale. Her fingers ran along a detailed picture of a man holding a silver scepter. Swirls of black surrounded his feet and his face was murderous. Tigerlily stopped to ask, "Who is that?"
"That was Ombra in his full form," Tinkerbell smiled at her companion's surprised expression, "Yes, he had a physical form, used to wander during the daylight. As you know already, Shadows are easily destroyed by Light. One day, he hatched a plan to rule a kingdom. He had thought it create a sense of unbalance. So, he impersonated the king's advisor and was able to control his shadow. The king, under Ombra's influence, committed terrible deeds,"
"Eventually the king finally realizes his advisor's trickery and exposed him for the monster he was. He then trapped Ombra in a mirrored chest and let a stream of sunlight in, thus weakening him. He did this for the rest of his life and had instructed his successors to continue the torture until Ombra was destroyed completely. Generations later, the newest king had not not been informed of the Shadow Lord. He had the chest shipped off,"
"The chest never reached its destination," Tigerlily finished, the connections clear to her now. Her instincts were right. Ombra was evil. He stole Peter's shadow just to control it. Peter was the pawn in the game, the plan to resume physical form. From there, he would unleash a plague on the realms.
Tinkerbell held Tigerlily's hands, ""Don't you see? From what you've told me, your hands wield the power of Light. The Light chooses its host once every millenia. A human who could carry out the will of good," Her eyes widened in panic. "Oh heavens no. The Light gives free will, " Tink reassured. She could tell she worried about being possessed by a celestial force, "Only the power is transferred onto the human being. Remarkable. There is hope again! You can save Peter!"
"That boy cannot be saved. He is far down the road of evil," Tigerlily did want to save him, but she feared it was too late. Ombra's ideas were infused with his own, not even her now recognized powers could separate that.
"And you can lead him back. Love is an unbreakable force that holds the two of you together. You wouldn't give up on him,"
"I don't..." She stopped herself, thought best not to argue on the subject of love with a fairy, "You are right about one thing. When it comes to that infuriating boy, there is no limit of what I would do for him," She sighed, "I've tried separating his shadow from Ombra but failed. Is there any passage that tells me how to free him from the control? Like how the king broke it?"
"There is. Let me find it," The scroll was moved to get a better look. Tink couldn't find it in time for chimes sounded.
"Oh dear. The fairy assembly. It is mandatory. Springtime is vast approaching and we need to prepare," Tink remarked sadly. She rolled up the scroll and handed it to Tigerlily, "The others must not know I permitted you access here. Take this and conceal yourself if anybody comes. They'll only mark my attendance and I will return without them noticing. It won't be but a moment." She gave a fleeting glance at Tigerlily, not wanting to leave her so soon.
Unbeknownst to Tigerlily at the time, the fairy had lied to her. It didn't take but a moment. Tinkerbell never came back.
That had been the day the fairies parished.
Present
Tigerlily sat on a log after dinner, forced to listen to the Lost Boys' gruesome stories when a boy slid to the place beside her, "Peter may be too occupied with his 'Heart of the Truest Believer' business, but I'm not," Hearing familiarity in his voice, she faced him and found Devin, Peter's first Lost Boy and his former favorite. The freckled brunette gave a weak smile, "I know it's you, Tigerlily,"
"Devin?" she smiled back, "It is so good to see you,"
The Lost Boy shook his head in disbelief, "That is the first time you have said anything remotely ladylike,"
"You're not mad for me leaving?" she asked, hopeful. She recalled the faces of the Lost Boys the day she escaped Neverland's newfound terror. It was a day she didn't wish to remember.
"No, not me. I can't say the same for the others though,"
"Will they ever forgive me?"
Devin released a sigh. His eyes glazed in sadness, "They probably have. Though we won't know for sure. W-We lost most of the original group. Peter created some new 'games' and...some of them didn't make it,"
Her heart dropped. "Who?"
"Thud, Fox, Curly, Tootles just to name a few. It's the resourceful ones like the twins and Felix who survived," Devin gazed at the fire, eyes unmoving while Tigerlily made a silent prayer, "Leave the compound. Peter will have my head if he finds out that I've seen you tonight and had let you go. I hear foreigners are up north, they're coming for the boy," Devin pointed to Henry. "I don't see what Peter sees in him. He looks like a scrawny puppy." He laughed but quickly shut up once catching the glare from Tigerlily.
Foreigners. That meant Emma. She didn't necessarily have to rescue Henry by herself. If she tried to leave the camp with Henry in tow, the Lost Boys would have more than enough reasons to kill her on the spot. She needed backup and, most importantly, a way off Neverland. Hook had a ship, that could work.
She also needed a strong reinforcement. Sure, her people were on the same page with the Lost Boys when it came to her, but she had a better chance convincing them than the Lost Boys. "Which part of the island is this? I need to get to my village."
"Tigerlily," Devin bit his lip, debating whether or not to come out with something, "About your village…"
"Devin!" Peter appeared in front of the conversing two, having concluded his talk with Henry seconds earlier, "Welcoming Mark here?"
"Yes. Just giving him the rundown on how we do things here. He needs a weapon sir, you know...to participate in our games,"
"Oh we'll take care of that later. Right now we must celebrate the arrival of a new Lost! Bring in the main course boys. We must feast. Oi, Henry! At least come and eat with us. We don't bite,"
Henry obeyed and went to sit with Tigerlily and Devin, keeping a safe distance from Peter and Felix as he did so. Once they stalked off for some reason, it was safe to talk.
"Are you okay?" she asked. His welfare was important above all.
He shrugged, "I'm alright. It could have gotten worse," His attention went to her shoulder, where Tamara/Tiana shot her, "And you?"
"Please," she scoffed, "like a needle prick," Then she turned serious, "Where's Grace?" She got that this was they were the Lost Boys, but there was no need to hide her away. For Peter's sake, Grace better not be hurt.
"I don't know. Pan took her somewhere. I-I don't know if she's okay or if he's done something horrible." He made it seem like it was his fault she had been taken in the first place, like he could have fought for her. Tigerlily knew he tried his best.
"I'll find her," She would hold him in a comforting hug under different circumstances. She provided a soothing tone and appeased him from thinking it was his fault, "In the meantime, you stay here. Delay whatever Pan's got in store for you. I'll rally your family for an Operation Cobra Rescue,"
"No. Rescue Grace first. Jefferson is waiting for her back home. If it comes down to it, you have to take her back instead of me,"
"Henry, don't talk like that. What's gotten through your head that you might survive?"
"Pan's dangerous. You know that better than anyone," "Promise me you'll keep her safe?"
"You like her, don't you?"
"Well I care about her, if that's what you-"
"No," This was more than some crush. If Henry was willing to lay down his life for Grace, then that meant… "You're in love with her."
Henry's cheeks flushed, confirming it. Tigerlily had an inkling this was the case. It was sweet. The boy had only read about true love, and to finally experience it with his best friend. They do everything together, understand each other on all levels. From their private outings, Tigerlily would always catch Grace leaning against the door with a blissful smile on her face. It was a beautiful thing and they weren't too young to experience this.
"When you find her, can you tell her how I feel?"
"Tell her yourself," she poked him hard in the ribs, "You're leaving this island alive, understand mister?"
"Pan!" Heads turned to Felix entering the compound with a couple of Lost boys on guard. Peter rolled his eyes in annoyance. He hated to be interrupted,"What is it Felix?"
"Look what we found in the field," The blonde Lost held up Tigerlily's bag. She silently cursed about her plan falling apart before her eyes.
"And this sack is important to me because?"
"Check inside," Tigerlily latched onto Henry's hand as Peter slashed the bag open and dumped out her survival kit. Candy bars, meant to be used to bait the Lost Boys, toppled out along with matches, knives, and bandages. But Peter's focus wasn't on these items. It was the axe and bow that lay ontop of the pile that piqued his interest. Animated whispers swept over the Lost Boys. The ones from the original group of Losts knew whose axe it was. The newer Losts knew from the hushed stories told by the older ones.
"Are they..?"
Peter picked up the axe and ran his fingers along it. His initial was engraved at the base of the handle. His body stiffened, "I'm afraid they are."
Devin's eyes widened, "What's wrong?" Tigerlily asked him.
"He has never mentioned you like this before. Ever since you left, he would berate us for even speaking your name. Peter spent years trying to rid any memory of you. Around here, Tigerlily never existed,"
Of course, she expected nothing less from Peter. Always pretending that one. That boy had thought ignorance was the best security. The only way to not feel hurt is to not think of it being there. For Peter, the memory of her was so painful he removed her from his mind completely. She didn't blame him. His death had been her fault.
A clang jolted them back to the issue at hand. Peter had jammed the axe into the base of a tree in a fit of fury. He rested his head against the bark as he calmed down.
30 years ago…
Bae had ventured out of his cave to the cries of a young girl. How idiotic of him to. Outside the rain pounded against the island murderously. The fairies had died nearly a week ago and since then Neverland was in a state of turmoil. The ground was already flooded when he left, his worn boots splashing on the path as he ran. His arm shielded most of the wind and rain blowing to his eyes, so his vision was obstructed. He couldn't see the tree roots ahead and ending up tripping.
His body tumbled into the mud. He raised his head up, rinsing the his face the best he could with the rain. In frustration he kicked the tree root he tripped on, earning a cry from it. Bae scrambled to his feet and saw a person buried in the mud.
The young girl. He pulled her out of the mud and wiped at her face as best he could. He gasped when recognizing Tigerlily. Her eyes were closed and her face scrunched. She had been sobbing. He shook her awake.
"Wha?" Her vision cleared and saw Bae standing before her. She inched away from him, looking around frantically.
"Woah, woah," Bae neared her, meaning no harm, "Tigerlily, the conditions are unbearable! Let's get you to shelter!"
"Get away!" She screamed, not caring much for the storm. She shakily stood, " You have done enough to me!"
"Is this because I told Pan? Look, the deal with Pan…" He looked down, "Like always, he twisted my words and found a loophole. He deceived me," "
Suddenly, Tigerlily felt bad for yelling at him. She had forgotten she was not the only one tricked by Pan. Bae has had it worst than she did. He was on his own from the start, and she hadn't been too friendly with him in the past. Now, he was helping her. Bae, like his father, does not give freely.
She had no choice, like he said they could die out here. She went with him.
"The worst is to come soon, so we must hurry. This rain is smudging my vision and I might not see you if you're in danger."
The rain grew heavier, soaking the paths to a point where they were unrecognizable. Bae had no inkling of where to go from there. He tried to retrace his steps and took a chance with one direction, "This way!"
Needless to say, Bae had been wrong. They wandered off course for an hour and by then the chill of the rain settled on their skin. They grasped onto each other out of desperation and survival. They ended up near the stream, miles away from Bae's cave and the nearest cover.
Her bare toes numbed to the bone, Tigerlily collapsed. She could walk no longer. Bae followed in step, landing beside her. She could feel death ready to claim them both. Much like her first adventure with the jaguars, her will to live outshined her submittance to death. She couldn't die now with Ombra on the loose and Peter still in danger. She heard Bae's breathing slow. She couldn't speak, not to even thank him for helping her when he shouldn't have.
Her eyes closed to shield off the impending raindrops, and soon she had no strength to open them again. Before drifting off, she swore she felt Death's arms beneath her, carrying her away. Her final thought had been a strange one.
Why does Death smell of rum?
A/N: Sorry I said that I had two chapters last time. I looked over this one and I thought I could revise it. Trust me, be glad you waited another week otherwise you would have read a terrible chapter.
Okay, so I'm working on getting the sequel's plot done. I've been putting work on how it may turn out. The cover picture is a sneak peek of what is to come.
Alas, another hiatus is upon us. But that means a whole summer of fanfics and fanart to keep us occupied. Gotta admit, Frozen is not my favorite. I mean it was built up to be such a huge deal and it ended up being a letdown when I finally watched it. I guess that's just me. If there's someone out there who agrees with me then please let me know. My friends have been giving me a hard time because of my opinion.
Can't wait to see how Elsa is portrayed though.
But seriously...BRING BACK PETER PAN!