A/N: I know it's been a couple of weeks. Don't kill me. Ice storms and tests and work and 21st birthdays... I just haven't been writing much. I plan to fix that! This week is much less busy, so I should be updating Caycee Clause and Cirque du Diable at some point. Caycee Clause should be done soon which will give me more time to focus on this and Cirque.

As always, review to keep me in check! Thank you to the reviewers who let me know about the couple errors I had. They're all fixed now, and I couldn't have done it without you.

~Destiny

Pitch waiting until he was sure Elsa was asleep before going over to her side. It had taken a long while—the queen could not calm herself down for at least an hour. She was worried for her kingdom and very upset with her sister and with Jack. It was the best time for him to carefully make his next move. He placed a hand on her cheek and entered into her dream with a small sigh.

Elsa was waiting for him in an armchair, "Jack is not the spirit you claim to serve. Did he fool you as well or are you in on his little plan and web of lies?"

His hand went up in defense, "Whoa, your majesty. I have always told you the truth as I knew it to be. I am completely innocent."

"Did you know about Arendelle?"

"No. I am blind to the outside world. I live in dreams and in nightmares." He paused, "Though that was not always the case."

That caught her attention, "You had a physical form? Were you invisible like Jack?"

"Well, yes, but I was once alive as well."

"What happened?" Elsa leaned forward in the chair she was sitting in and gestured for him to sit in the other that had just appeared, "I could use the distraction."

Pitch grinned and gracefully folded onto the cushions, "My name was Kozmotis Pitchner. I was a loyal soldier for the kingdom I lived in, and the people respected me. I even had a family—a wife and a daughter." He paused, feigning slight emotional distress, "We were very happy for a while."

"Something went wrong. I don't really remember the details. It's been so long… My daughter was only seven years old, and my wife was too young to have to go through that much pain… They made her watch, you see, and I think she went mad in the process. But she wasn't mad for long, they made sure of that."

"Who were they?" Her bright blue eyes were wide with fear and sympathy, and she was leaning closer to him with every word.

"They were called fearlings." He decided that his story should have some truth to it. He actually did not know what became of his family, but the queen was invested, "They were kept in a special prison that I guarded well day and night. I listened to their pleas for release, each day more desperate and angry than the last."

"How did they manage to get your wife and daughter?"

"They came to visit me. Being a guard was a twenty-four hour job, so I didn't get to see them very much at all. Yet, on the day they came, there was a breakout. The leader of the group grabbed them. I went after them, but I was overwhelmed, and there were not any guards close enough to help."

Elsa shook her head, "That does not explain how you came to be a dream walker."

Pitch shrugged, "I don't know the specifics of the transformation. As my family died, the fearlings were doing something to me. I blacked out. When I woke up, I looked like this, and no one could see me." He spread his arms out, "It took me a couple of days to realize that I now lived in the dream kingdom, and nothing has changed since."

"So you're isolated. Just like I am." She paused, "How do I make you have physical form again? I could use a friend when I awake."

"Belief in your dreams, no matter how bad they may get on some nights. I get strength from belief, just as Jack does, but dreams tell the truth from the deepest parts of your mind and heart."

She thought for a long moment, "Maybe you should talk to Jack. You may be from this Man of the Moon guy that Jack tried to tell me about." Quieter, she muttered, "He could use a lesson in truth telling too."

The king of nightmares chuckled, "Perhaps I will when the time is right, but I have to be careful. We don't know who this boy really is."

"I'd feel safer with you around."

"My queen, until such time when I can stand by your side, I will be protecting you in your dreams."

A smile appeared on her face, "Will you give me a good dream tonight?"

"This is your good dream." He gestured around them, "You may call me to this room whenever you feel the need to talk to me. Otherwise, I will be watching over your dreams, as well as your nightmares when they come for even I cannot prevent them." A little white lie would not hurt her, and he needed her fear.

"I understand. Power has limits, and it should not be abused." The regal manner was back, but she was still relaxed, "Thank you, Pitchner. I look forward to our next talk."

He smiled, "Please, call me Pitch, my queen."

The dream ended, and Pitch moved his hand away from the sleeping queen's face. He guessed that he would be able to show himself to her within the next week provided there were no more surprises. The queen needed a friend, but he planned on becoming much more to her. After all, a queen needs to have a king by her side to help with the burdens of running a kingdom. Arendelle would become a force to be reckoned with—a kingdom of nightmares, power, and ice. There was no better match.

A slight golden glow caused him to glance towards the window. Sandman's gold dream sand swirled and danced in the wind, heading towards the snow covered land. Pitch shook his head and flicked his wrist, "How does he do that?" If only he could figure it out, then everything else would go smoothly. Yet, he could only conjure up a handful of dark sand—he needed to practice.

Better yet… Pitch melted into the shadows to slip outside without any sound. Carefully, he knocked some of the gold dust out of its route and caught it in his hands. He would study its properties to become a better master of the substance, and he would work quickly. A smirk appeared as he watched the sand turn black at his touch, "Sweet dreams, Arendelle. Enjoy them while you can."

But somewhere on the mountain, events were being set into motion that no one in the icy palace could predict.