A/N: To be honest, I don't know where I am going with this, but thank you xsasuhinax for giving me the idea to include Pitch. It's giving me more ideas on how to develop the story. It will follow the events of Frozen, so there will be spoilers scattered about the chapters. Please review with any comments you have whether they be praise, criticism, or something you would like to see.

~Destiny

The ice monument was a beacon of power, and he had been feeding off of her nightmares for years. He was more than interested in the young ice queen. They shared so much. Pain. Isolation. Power. So what if she couldn't control it? He would help her tap into that dark side she tried to keep hidden from the world. Fear empowered her just as much as it empowered him.

When he realized that Jack Frost had the same idea, Pitch knew that he could not approach her in the same way. The boy couldn't know that Elsa drew the attention of someone else. He was still new and couldn't be trusted. The time was not right for Pitch to reveal himself to another child of the Man in the Moon. No, he would work in the area he knew best—her nightmares.

Elsa slept soundly, content with her freedom and her new friend in the spirit. Pitch sat on the edge of the bed and his long grey fingers gently moved some of her white hair away from her temple. Concentrating, he used his power to enter her mind. She tensed under him as the nightmare took over.

Dark. Everything was dark. Elsa looked around her, balls of ice forming in her hands. A low seductive laugh echoed around her, "Embrace it, your highness. Allow your eyes to adjust."

She blinked a couple of times, and the shadow took shape. The ballroom of Arendelle's castle came into focus. Oh, how she hated this place, but something was different this time. Ice glittered throughout the room, creating the only dim source of light, "Who are you? Why am I here?"

"Queen Elsa, my name is Pitch. You can consider me as the secret helper of the spirit of the mountain, but he doesn't know that I exist. It should stay that way."

"Why? What on ice can you do to help him?"

He appeared in front of her, causing her to jump back. More ice pillars sprouted from the floor, "My queen, I am the one who gives your people their dreams and nightmares. I keep the thought of him and his stories alive." His voice was smoother than silk, "And I have been watching over you since the day you shut yourself up alone in your room."

"You are the one who has been feeding me my nightmares?" Her eyes blazed, "I have been isolated from everything for a decade because of what they have done to me!"

"Those nightmares were supposed to be a warning. You have been blessed with magnificent beauty and power. I wanted you to be inspired to learn." He watched as she fell for his words, "Elsa, I know what you can do when you set your mind to it."

"Are you going to teach me how to control this as well?"

Pitch's laugh was cold, but she was no longer afraid of him, "No, my dear. Contol in dreams is much easier than having control out where conflicting emotions can hinder you. The spirit, Jack, will do a much better job at that."

"Then why are you here?"

"To save you from your isolation. You need someone to talk to, and I can help you decide on where you want to go." He gestured to the ballroom, "With control, you can have the respect of your people. Your ice harvesting business will thrive, and you will be the greatest queen the world has ever seen."

She shook her head, "Anna is going to be queen. She would be just as good."

Pitch wrapped a long arm around her shoulders, "You don't know your sister as well as I do. I know her dreams. Anna is too childish and not ready. She wanted to marry a man she had only known for a couple of hours. Do you really think that you can trust her with the responsibilities of running a kingdom?"

A vision of Anna and Hans running through the ballroom appeared. Her sister watched in horror as the ghostly figures ran into servants and walls as they played, breaking frames and fine plates. Anna was happy, but the cost of replacing the broken objects would be expensive.

Noise from outside drew Elsa to the window. Her people were yelling at the palace, begging for food and screaming insults. The ice miners were in the front of the crowd with tattered clothing and tired eyes. They looked as if they had been out of work for a long time, "Anna, what have you done?"

Pitch came up behind her, "Arendelle needs a strong queen. One who will be powerful and firm. One who is willing to do whatever it takes to preserve her people. You are well on your way."

"I just need control." She looked down at her hands, "Until then, I have to trust my sister. She can open the gates and have some fun, but it will be temporary. I'm not ready."

"There is the woman I respect." He smiled dangerously, but she did not see it, "I will help you with your final steps in becoming the most fearsome queen in all the kingdoms."

She turned to face him, "Fearsome? I don't want to be fearsome. People fear me already!"

"You misunderstand," he smoothly backtracked, "being fearsome does not always mean that you are feared, my queen. Showing strength and not backing down is fearsome. Beauty is fearsome. You will be fearsome when you are ready to sit on the throne. You will be respected, not feared."

The icicles in her hair sparkled as she nodded slowly, "Okay. Respect is good. My parents were respected." Her blue eyes studied him as a thought entered her mind, "Could you tell me what they dreamed of?"

"Your mother dreamed of your happiness as well as Anna's." She had been too enthralled by Sandman for him to penetrate her mind, but the father had been a different story. For his purposes, however, he lied through his teeth, "Your father saw you on the throne, leading Arendelle to its golden age."

The right seed had been planted. Elsa's eyes lit up; with all of his lectures about concealing and not feeling, she had been sure that her father didn't think she could rule. It had been his decision to isolate her from the world, but to know that he actually had faith in her… Determination swelled inside her like a balloon. She would control her powers with Jack's help and become the best queen in history thanks to Pitch. She would make her father proud.

Pitch pulled out of the dream and looked at the sleeping queen with silent glee. That had been a lot easier than he thought it would be, but this was only step one. The idea had to stick when she woke up. Pitch would continue to watch her from the shadows, making sure to stay out of sight. He needed to mold her in the way that would give him the strength to spread his nightmares.

Once he had Arendelle, he could move on to his bigger plan. Oh, yes, the world would be his, and Elsa was the key.