Pitch was confused, angry and above all he was scared. Imagine that, he scoffed to himself. I am fear, he reminded himself , I control it, it does not define me.
He had not been reminded of the man he once was in centuries. Why now? Of course he knew what had become of his daughter. The powerful and rather temperamental Mother Nature. He knew she was aware of who he was.
Whether she was ashamed, he did not know. She made no effort with him and he nor her. He had failed her however he was someone else. He did not know of love. Not to that extent. Of course he had Elsa. He had feeling towards her. But he was unsure of whether that was gratitude due to her being his only believer after those disgusting Guardians tried to rid the world of him.
Idiots.
No matter how much they tried to rid the world of each other, Pitch knew it was useless. The world would always need fear. It is what kept humans safe. Stopped them from being reckless. Just as he knew the world needed Hope and good dreams. Happy memories and wonder. So that they, as much as he despised the thought, could help overcome his fear. The Man in the Moon had created the spirits to live in harmony. A healthy dose fear and some good feelings to wash it away.
But he had been alone to long. He wanted. Craved more.
But he had Elsa to occupy his time now. His gorgeous... He wasn't sure what she was. Companion? Lover? It certainly didn't go past lover.
He fed off her fear. Her fear of him abandoning her. Of killing her.
Of her hurting him.
He didn't need the children as much. He didn't need belief anymore. He was no Guardian. However he started to resent the rounds of fear on the children he did. He had no need for it anymore, so he didn't do it.
He spared them.
But why, he had never cared. That was until he felt his heart start beating. Slow and shallow and only whenever he thought of her. His baby girl. Whenever, he shuddered, whenever he had a nightmare. Why did he care? Were the fearlings growing weak due to his lack of determination in being the ' Nightmare King'. He hoped so. They made him fear himself. He should not have fear.
But then... These feelings. Was the good side of him sick of being blocked out by the shadows? Was he, the other him, actually fighting back? He wasn't sure what he wanted anymore. He just wanted his daughter.
But he had been Pitch Black too long.
He just wanted a family. To love. To love his baby and possibly Elsa. He wanted to be loved in return. But how to do it.
Technically he just had to sit back..this was between Kosmotis and the remaining Fearlings. He rolled over and let darkness consume him once more.