A/N: Sorry it's been a while! I work at Old Navy when I'm not a school, and working retail during Christmas is exhausting. Anyway, I'm back at school with a full class load, but I should be updating my three current fics more regularly.

It's all still building up, and I'm not sure what's going to happen. Please review to let me know what you think!

~Destiny

Elsa tried to concentrate. She stood on her balcony, the morning sun shining on her face. Different ice sculptures stood around her, but none of them looked exactly like her mother as they were supposed to. Each was better than the last, however, but she was frustrated.

Snow swirled in the last bit of empty space as she focused on her mother's appearance in her mind. Her hands danced in front of her as she formed the ice. The statue grew upwards with the gown forming before the actual features of the old queen. Jack smiled from where he was watching above her as Elsa finally made a recognizable structure.

"I did it!" She hopped with elation before quickly calming herself and regaining her composure. That was not how a true queen was supposed to act, "Thank you, Jack."

His snow model appeared next to her, "I did nothing. You were just letting yourself feel the power inside of you."

"Conceal. Don't feel," she whispered to herself. Suddenly, the sculptures burst apart, and the shattered pieces blew away in the strong wind that followed. She turned her back to the sight.

Jack jumped backwards, "What happened? You were doing so well! What is conceal, don't feel? Where did you learn that?"

Elsa shook her head, "It's not important any more. I'm free…"

"It caused you to lose control out of nowhere. Your emotions are causing this unpredictable nature of your power. Why would three words affect you so much?" He hovered in front of her even though she could not see him, "It will help you if you just talk it out and let it go."

"My father would tell me those words almost every day," she started slowly. "It started on the night I accidently hit Anna in the head with my power. We had to go to the trolls for help, and they removed her memory of it all. We were only kids, and it was an accident. She was moving too fast, and I couldn't keep up." She walked over to the side railing, "I received my first pair of gloves that night, and I have been in hiding ever since."

Oh, she was the one who was frightened! It all made sense to him now. Elsa had been programmed to fear herself. That's why it had gotten out of control. He silently chided her parents for doing this to her, but he dared not say anything aloud for he remembered the last time he did. At least he now knew what he really needed to do to help her.

Jack said firmly, "Make the ice people again, but this time create your father. Don't let the powers and fear control you. Show him that you became strong despite staying locked away from everyone."

From the shadows, Pitch grinned at the scene he was watching. The boy was smarter than he thought. Getting the queen to focus on the king would only give strength to the dream he had given her. As long as nothing unexpected happened, the girl and the world were as good as his.

"Make him proud…" A smirk played on her lips as Elsa raised her arms once more. The figure was constructed much faster than the ones of her mother, but it was more exact. The ice twisted and formed into the kind features of her father. The sunlight reflected off of the sculpture, and her smirk turned into a smile.

The king looked like he did when he was alive. His eyes looked out with love and concern, and a small smile was etched into the ice. He was kneeling on the balcony, holding out a pair of gloves. It was a flawless piece that impressed the two men who were observing the lesson.

Elsa studied her handiwork with a critical eye. She walked over to the ice and gently laid a hand on the gloves, not flinching when they shattered. Now her father was just holding out a hand as if he was trying to help and comfort, "Much better."

"Elsa?"

She turned to Jack, "I know that my father was scared and confused. I almost killed my sister when we were little. It was an accident—we were playing around. I fed off of that fear and learned from it, as many children. We learn from our parents and sense what they want from us. I don't want to remember him like that forever. He loved us both. He loved me for who I was even if we didn't know what this power was. We ignored it together and it got out of control." Elsa took a deep breath and her posture became more regal, "This situation is my fault as much as his, and I want to make him proud. I need to take the fear we taught each other and turn it into strength and determination."

Pitch smirked, impressed with her speech. She would make a great queen one day, and if he had her trust… Elsa was going to be a strong leader with a lot of influence. With her by his side, he would be able to reach the farthest corners of the earth. This Jack Frost may be a problem, but it was too soon to tell. The boy's posture and expressions were hard to read, but Pitch could tell that he was starting to really like the ice queen. He shook his head with a silent laugh.

Jack moved closer to the queen, wishing that she could see him. He couldn't understand how she could talk to him and that column of snow but not believe in him, "Elsa, that was beautiful. You are an artist, and, I must admit, you may even be better than me."

"Are you jealous?"

"Not at all. Quite the opposite really," he laughed.

A knock echoed off of the ice, causing Elsa to freeze and look at the air, "Who would come find me here? Who would-" A look of realization crossed her features, "Anna. Why couldn't she have stayed put? Who is watching Arendelle?" She stormed into her palace with balled fists.

"Calm down! She's your sister! She probably just wants to help!" Jack raced after her.

Pitch raised an eyebrow. He didn't expect her sister to make an appearance. The next few hours could change everything for him. He crept into the castle after the other two, making sure that he stayed out of sight in the shadows. What could the little princess have to say to his queen?