Disclaimer: This work of fan fiction uses characters from Rise of the Guardians, The Guardians of Childhood, and Frozen which are trademarked by DreamWorks Animation, William Joyce, and the Walt Disney Company respectively. The author of this story claims no ownership over them. The story the author is telling is of her own invention and it is not purported or believed to be part of the canon storyline. This story is made for entertainment purposes only. The author is not profiting financially from the creation and publication of this story.

Harmony is, harmony is, harmony is not with us

Harmony is not with us, living Hell is coming.

– Shiro Sagisu, Incantation

Intense Nervousness – Vampire Knight OST

Nocturne: The Second Movement – Part II

A meeting with King Kozmotis Pitchiner Black to discuss matters of the country and world was always a grim affair.

It was a gloomy room, lit only by an intricate, low hanging, black, metal chandelier. The candlelight bathed the room in a soft glow – too dim to be warm, too bright to be comforting. It was eerie – everything about the Nightmare King's palace was eerie.

The nobles, spies, and advisors of the Empire of Night slowly and cautiously filed into the darkly lit room. Other than the unnervingly beautiful chandelier, the only piece of furniture in the room was a long, handsome, rectangular table of dark wood lined with nearly two dozen ornate chairs. But there were only four of them coming in: the Empire of Night was a small kingdom. The aristocrats tensely took their seats around the table, looking up only to take short, fleeting glances at Lord Kozmotis Pitchiner Black of the Empire of Night.

The King wore a thick, black cloak around his shoulders, it flowed over the throne and pooled in a shadowy mass on the stone floor. The cloak made it seem as though the King was part of the murky shadows himself. He lounged on a throne of ebony wood and fabric at the head of the room; his chin in his palm, his eyes closed in boredom, and a disconcertingly calm aura around him.

As soon as they took their seats, the Nightmare King opened his eyes. The four stiffened, trying to meet the Lord's unkind, unnerving, and apathetic yellow eyes. King Kozmotis Pitchiner Black watched as the aristocrats nearly cowered in their seats before him. They tried to look confident, with their backs straight and stiff, their breaths slow and ragged as they attempted to control their furious hearts. They tried to keep the King's eerie gaze, but they knew he could smell the fear: it practically dripped off of them.

It was invigorating. It was the only reason why he dealt with them. He enjoyed these meetings just for the amount of fear he induced by his presence.

"M-my Lord King," one finally said, his words echoing and resonating within the great, gloomy room. "What is it that you would like to know?"

King Kozmotis Pitchiner Black moved slowly, for the longer he dragged out this meeting, the more uneasy they became and the more terror rips though. Pitch crossed his legs and folded his hands in front of him: the sheer image of control and power.

"What is important enough for the King of the Empire of Night to know?" He asked, each word enunciated with stony delicacy.

"Th-there has been an earthquake in Newlea, My Lord."

"How large?" Pitch asked, interested by the news.

"Enough to bring down much of the castle – many were killed, My Lord."

He smiled to himself. Perhaps he will travel there for a time, to watch how it all went down: to instill chaos – a rebellion. Yes, a rebellion will do nicely in Newlea, especially when the ruler's fortress has been so severely weakened.

"Havenmoor is recovering after the plague, My Lord. No one will travel to the country though and ports and roads are still closed off, but it is recovering, My Lord."

"Aelvale?" Pitch asked, bored by the news in Havenmoor.

"Aelvale is recovering swiftly," another said, "there are many countries offering monetary aid, including a large sum from the Alliance Six."

His eyes narrowed at this. Of course he knew that Aelvale was rebuilding itself after the war. He just never thought the Alliance Six would get involved. They were so closed off before, always keeping to themselves…until three years ago, when Arendelle opened its doors.

"What of Arendelle?"

"Ah, there have been many rumours, Your Excellency, about Queen Elsa of Arendelle."

"Many say that she is in a secret relationship."

"Yes, My Lord, rumours say that Prince Jackson Overland Frost of the Western Isles is courting the Queen."

Jackson.

"And he is receiving her attention."

Prince Jackson Overland Frost.

So, not only did this boy manage to escape death, but is now interfering with Pitch's latest game?

Red appeared on the edge of the Nightmare King's vision as anger rose within the depths of his body and mind. A ferocious growl ripped through his lips as he slammed his fists onto the table. He stood quickly, sweeping the dark cape around and pacing to the end of the room. He wrenched the doors of the balcony open and slammed a fist down onto the railing.

That stupid boy. That stupid, stupid boy.

The Nightmare King will not allow this to happen.

"E-excuse me," a noble said, having risen from the table and was hovering anxiously at the doorway of the balcony. "My Lord, may I – "

But the man never got to finish his sentence for Pitch had tossed a dagger at him. The blade whizzed past the man's face, cutting his cheek and slicing a corner of his ear. Pitch suddenly appeared before the man, growling dangerously in his ear.

"How dare you interrupt me?" Pitch hissed, "Do you have the slightest idea of who I am? Of what I can do?"

The pathetic noble whimpered, begging the Nightmare King for his life as Pitch cornered the cowering man, holding a dagger to his throat.

Suddenly, a thought came to him.

A relationship.

The Queen of Arendelle, Dominion of Ice and Snow, is in a 'relationship' with Prince Jackson.

Perhaps, just perhaps this isn't as bad as he thought. Perhaps he might be able kill two birds with one stone, to get rid of this boy once and for all.

Pitch dropped the dagger as it clattered to the floor noisily. The noble fell to his feet, groveling before the King.

"Thank you, My Lord. Thank you for your mercy." he babbled, but the King could care less. He slowly made his way back to the throne, sitting down with a flourish of his cape.

"Gentlemen," he started an apologetic smile on his face, "I apologize for my rash behaviour."

They all shifted uncomfortably for not only was the Lord apologizing, but he was also smiling.

"Tell me," Pitch asked, "tell me more about Prince Jackson Frost."

"He is 25 years old, My Lord, loved by his people and heir to the throne of the Western Isles. He was recently appointed as Ambassador of the Alliance Six in a meeting with Emperor Hirokazu Maki of Hestia."

"Many years ago, he was said to have fallen through a frozen lake but managed to survive somehow."

"There have been many stories as to how he survived such a terrible fall through ice. Some say that the moon saved him, granting him life again after seeing how he sacrificed it all for his sister. Some say that a goddess of ice and snow kissed him after falling in love with him. She revived him and granted him mystical powers."

"But the most astonishing claim is that it was the Lady of Ice and Snow herself, Queen Elsa of Arendelle, who saved him."

"But no matter what the story is, of one thing that is certain: Prince Jackson of the Western Isles is no longer entirely human, but a being who has been touched by magic."

Pitch leaned back in his throne, closing his eyes in thought. Emperor Hirokazu: Pitch remembered how renowned the Emperor's powers were. He was loved by his people and Hestia grew to become a prosperous, healthy, happy and beautiful nation. That disgusted the Nightmare King to no end. And so, the Prince is planning on a visit to Hestia? A cruel and sardonic smile curled on his lips as a dark plan formed in his mind. Why not give him a warm welcome?

"The Prince lived because of magic?" The Nightmare King murmured, "Well then, our game just got a little more interesting."

Author's Note: Pitch Black is scheming again, what will happen? I honestly had a lot of fun writing Pitch's chapter, probably because I saw Jude Law walking around and getting angry rather than Kozmotis Pitchiner Black himself.

Wow I can't believe this story has reached 204 favourites, 284 follows, and 174 reviews.

175 reviews! Thank you so much, everyone, for your kind words and dedication to Ouvertüre in Snow.

Thank you to (takes a deep breath):

rokusan23, Arialene, Hawky, PriscilaOrglene, Jelly Princess, sakura-fai, Senyor Fier Mensheir, Anon, Miki Fubuki, Hysteria Rogers, Jelsashippaftw, Slake13, Dragowolf, DeniseAgron, Guest #1, CocoVanillaMilk, Jabamaca Guest, Guest FTG, MiGoreng, JoPoGirlsKickAss, Aratai, ForeverDelighted, Starshinesoldier, aonoKenshi, piinkblush, Bluestar'sFire, fearthetree, Guest #2, Guest #3, lambtastic, and blendedhappymeal

for your guys reviews! (pant, pant)

Sakura-fai: Ahaha, I am honoured that you would take time away from your studies to read my story! We will see who Emperor Hirokazu turns out to be, very, very soon. Study hard and study well! But always remember to take short breaks!

Jabamaca Guest: You are becoming one of my favourite reviewers. Thank you so much for the grammatical critiques, I honestly really appreciate it. I went back and fixed the mistake that you mentioned, but I highly doubt that I will be able to find any others… (my grammar is terrible). If you catch any other mistakes in my chapters, feel free to tell me! And for future reference, I'm a 'ma'am'. Ahaha.

Guest (uh, the one who helped me with my facts): I checked out the Disney Wiki site. It was the one that I always resort to when I need help with details and such. Thank you for your help, praise, and support!

Snowbunny: Oooh, you just made me fangirl like crazy. I loved that picture! Thank you so much!

Lambtastic: Is my Canadian showing through? I am not too certain when it comes to converting Celsius to Fahrenheit, but perhaps you misread. I am certain that I wrote it was negative 22 degrees Fahrenheit which would equate to negative 30 degrees Celsius according to Google (the most reliable source in my research) not just 22 degrees Fahrenheit which does equate to negative 5 degrees Celsius though.

Until next time!

Please favourite, follow, and review!

Cordially,

Eirene