Ok, here it is at last the third chapter, there's still a long way to go but I can bare with that, anything to update the things that my head can make with this.

Again, sorry if there are mistakes, but I'm practice writing stories in english because I really want to try to write at least one.

Anyways, enjoy!

Her Freezing Hell (Part 3)

She passed the houses like a ghost, so slow and calm as a mere vision created by the dancing snowflakes in the thick air of the snowstorm, an apparition so beautiful and delicate, yet a woman that looked so pretty and torture at the same time. She was dripping tears from her eyes again but they did not freeze in her glowing orbs. The wolves were following every step and looking at the houses to confirm the lights were out and that nobody was near them, she kept walking in silent while her feet left a trace of tiny spikes made of ice in the asphalt were she stepped.

She looked to a pond that was near her way, she wasn't thinking at all about what she was doing, the only thought she was making vivid was an image of an entrance to a kingdom of shadows, an entrance made of a dying tree that was like an empty door to nowhere. She got near to the pond feeling curiosity even in that state of trance, her loyal servants led to her looking what she was doing with amazement and fear at the same time.

Every breath she let out of her blue lips froze the pines and the lampposts near the pond; the crystals cracked and broke as the pines got covered with a thick layer of frost and ice in nothing but a blink of an eye. When she stepped the frozen water, the tiny spikes of ice make their appearance too, and her presence made the pond as hard as stone while she kept walking, and it almost cracked as well when she led to the woods next the dying pond.

The pines got covered with the layer of her freezing breath, they were all dying as she searched for something, and not even her wolves knew why she was there. They kept in silent until one of her wolves niffed something, he lowered his head and sniffed again recognizing the familiar smell of ashes and dust, he howl from the back of her master and walked in front to led her; she followed now her entire escort still walking while they were running. The branches of the trees now looked like skinny hands of deaths in the storm, and the whole parameter was isolated from the rest of the town, and the she noticed something familiar, a furniture that three of her wolves were sniffing and the other four were sitting around of it, waiting for her.

Her glowing eyes dried to be grey, allowed her to think and process just a tiny piece of her conscious to know what she was about to do, it wasn't something good but it was the least she could do for him. She led to her loyal friends and stared at the dusty and old woody bed, thinking if he could bare the truth, thinking if he would still love her as he always have said. Then she heard the whispers in her head, they were constant to make her weak and vulnerable to the reality around her, but she never succumbed to them; she kept calm and averted her eyes from the bed.

She left out a heavy breath and looked at her companions, they were all prepared to stay beside her to face whatever may come with him; if her plan was stay, tell him, and then scape, they would protect her and distract the stallions if it was necessary.

"Make sure he will be stay away from me." She said with broken heart to her companions, which understood what was she thinking. But then she closed her eyes and the entire escort led to her, and without think in another possibility about what may happen, she jumped to the hole, her escort did as well moments later.

Knowing when the sun comes up was a little difficult with the clouds covering it all the time, but even the faint rays of sunshine helped for the town to wake up. The entire town kept the curtains opened to know what time was it, but they still don't know how longer will be this, and almost everyone was about to go crazy just for the snowstorm outside.

Jamie got up on the first hour in the morning after what his sister said. He get clothe and led to his personal library, next to the room of his sister because it was also a place for her to draw and do her homework. He reached the place without making any kind of noise with his sneakers, and then he looked at bookshelf reading quickly every title in his mind, the anxiousness and the cold was making him crazy while remembering the words of his sister that haunted him all night long. At least one person in the whole town got something to entertain himself and enjoy a searching.

He pressed his finger against the spines of the books while reading again the titles, when he saw the last one, he repeated. Then he took every book and searched in their pages something relative to what Sophie said last night, but he didn't find anything at all. He didn't remember where was the book but the phrase was till echoing with insistence, and until he found it it'll keep going on in his mind.

"A woman walking in the middle of a blizzard."

He repeated in his thoughts and still searching in the bookshelf, he scratched the back of his neck and sense the warm at the action, feeling it weird also and staring at the empty space of the bookshelf. He noticed that he wasn't wearing his shoes either, and yet he feel a little…warm. Since the day the blizzard fell, he and his family didn't feel any kind of warming, not when they ran to get ready for breakfast, not when they scratched their numb feet and not when they covered themselves completely with five blankets. Jaime left everything aside and led to the window of the room, there was still ice in the crystal, and a little of frost in the window frame. But the air was like a normal winter storm that happens in the nights.

He could SEE trough the crystal, he could see the houses and the street, the cars and the snowflakes in the now thin air. The storm has decreased, and it was something to be happy about, it was a signal that the end of the freezing and boring days was almost over. He ignored that fact and got back to his search, he heard the door open and saw his sister walking inside the room bare foot and with a blanket around her.

"Morning" she said in the door frame sleepy and rubbing her eyes.

"Morning Soph." he replied still searching in the mount of book he already have out of its place.

"What are doing?" she asked, sitting beside him and looking in the pages of the first book she found.

"Well, you may think I'm crazy. But I couldn't sleep well because of what you said last night."

"About the lady of the snow?" she said, and then Jamie felt like if some kind of snowball hit him in his mind, making him feel stupid at the same time. He grabbed the shoulders of her sister and looked at her with some sort of sudden realization in his face.

"What did you said?" he asked desperately. Sophie thought that actually her brother was already crazy.

"Uh…the lady of the snow?" she said nervously, she knew he was about to do something strange again, she just wish he didn't want to…

"I need to get out of here." He said, Sophie made a face palm. He was indeed crazy…but this time he passed the limit of it.

"You can´t, remember the weather?"

"The storm just decreased this morning." He said taking his backpack and putting in some paper sheets, his notebook and pencils, garbing his coat, a scarf, his gloves and his hat. Sophie looked at the window confirming what her brother said. She rubbed the crystal and felt that it wasn't as death cold as the past days. "I don't now how long is going to be like this, so I have to hurry or stay for the rest of the month in the library."

"Why the library?" she asked with curious.

"There's something I need to check." He said with urgency almost running to the stairs but with quiet steps. His sister followed him.

"But it's closed, and Ms. Margaret didn't left to you the key." She said trying to stop him. Then he showed her the keys of the place.

"She gave them to me the day before this hell arrived." They stopped in the door, both of them checked in the window confirming that the street could be seen, and so the houses and the lampposts. Jamie looked at his sister and took her from the shoulders; she got serious and stared at him. "If mom say something tell her I'll be back in an hour and a half, maybe two hours." He said serious.

"Ok, but what if you take more than that." Sophie was obviously worried, she didn't want that her brother get stuck in the library if the storm might increase, she would be alone in the house and more bored as well.

"I'll be the one who mom will be frown about, not you." He said to calm her a little, and little he did. He hugged her and then she led to the stairs, Jamie opened the door just enough for him to get out of the house, but the air opened completely making noise and announce the went of the older Bennett.

He tried to close the door but only with Sophie pushing the other side he did closed it. He felt the wind blurring his sight, the cold breaking his hands, the white snowflakes covering his coat and his jeans and the strong wind trying to pull and push him so hard he might just fall there in the entrance of his house. He pulled the flaps of his coat and started to make effort to walk to the library.

The snow had already covered the whole town, his feet felt the hard snow in the street and felt heavy when he raised them to keep his way, he thought this could take at least fifteen minutes if he may hurry and tried to run a little. He kept his way as the storm allowed him to continue, he just wished that the blizzard wouldn't get worse by the time he reached the book we has looking for. The last time he read it he was twelve years old, he needed to take a look again.

More than a Friend

The princesses were now living separate by a door, a door that Elsa never deigned herself to open voluntarily even now that she was miserable without her sister. Her parents often visited her during and after her lessons, they talked to her about a couple of things but in the end she didn't feel it was real the moment when they saw her alone in the room. The young princess spent most of her time reading and studying to prepare to be the queen, she didn't mind when she was eight years old, but the pressure of her parents started to bother when she reached the puberty.

Anna on the other hand, tried to costume not being with her big sister to play, she wasn't allow to enter in the room or seeing Elsa either, but she used to sit leaning against the door and talk to her just as much as the platinum blonde could tolerate without thinking in the way she almost kill her beloved little sister. Anna just knew that Elsa likes to talk but not so much as her, and for not be a bother to the sister she loves, they agreed in talk to each other at least twice a day. Both can share what happens to each other without get molested or tired of it.

Elsa get used to the way her life have been turned to, she wasn't exactly alone but she felt in that way sometimes when her parents were busy with royal duties or Anna was playing outside in the gardens of the castle. Sometimes she felt alone, but she didn't felt in that way when the night fell in Arendelle, because she had a companion that was special.

Indeed, for Pitch Black, Elsa was special despite the way she denigrate herself for her pathetic self-control-power. He knew the way her emotions had a very strong relation with the ice her bare hands could make, he knew but he wasn't prepare yet, first he need to do something with her pure mind, he need to do something more drastically to her before get focused on that powerful ice.

"You took your time, your majesty, were you busy with something again?" she asked normally looking at her wall, sitting in her bed and waiting for an answer calmly. Pitch formed himself out of the shadows and walked in the room, just to see the way Elsa smiled at him, like if she doesn't care he IS the Boogeyman, for him it was strange and almost unreal. "And…were you talking with your sister again?" he asked not so interested in what he said.

"No, Anna was outside this time." She answered avoiding the hypnotizing gold in his eyes, focused on the floor for a moment.

"Then…what do you want to talk about now?" He asked again with neglect in his mind and waiting for to answer, while he was walking to see the dull room of the royal girl. "Well…my…my birthday is in a couple of weeks…and I was wondering if you might like to come." This time she sounded nervous, she stared at her gloves and then at his back, looking a little his grey hands and thinking it was weird but interesting.

"How old are you?" he asked not looking at her, but feeling again that presence in her that was stronger than her fears and suffering. "I'm turning eleven, and this time my parents say they have something special for me."

Pitch almost said damn to her, such a long time visiting her…was he now his friend or something? Of course not! Never. The King was thinking if be with her almost every night was getting "healthy" enough for him, he visited her so often because of her fear and suffer that was flooding the room, he wouldn't mind to come on her birthday, but the way Elsa mile at him, look at him, and act while he is around her wasn't fitting his reputation as "The King of the Nightmares". He would be lying if he say that the way Elsa acts around him doesn't worry him, because he is also worry about the fact that Elsa may lose her fears and stop seeing him, no, believing in him.

"I'm sorry, princess." He started with cynicism. "But I have something important to do in that day. The black sand doesn't rain from the sky, you know?" he finished turned to look at her, with a cynical grin, almost mocking at her. But Elsa barely faded her smile and looked at the floor in silence. Pitch could think she was disappointed, but the strong presence was still there.

"Ok, I understand." She said raising her head to look at him; she curved her lips a little, making him wonder why that girl was so…strange in her own way.

As they said, the birthday came and so the little celebration in the castle; even the staff took turns to congratulated her while carrying the presents. That day Elsa was happy, a little, but still happy enough to enjoy her celebration. She was excited because of the present that her parents will give her, the idea came about what might be came early in the morning but she preferred to gave herself the lux of the doubt.

They came with a cake of chocolate and her present; they told her Anna sent a card for her, again. They talk while Elsa enjoying the moment and completely distracted to what her parents gave her almost before go from the room. They showed her box size middle, covered with a blue teal paper and pretty white bow whit some dark blue spots in it. Elsa smiled widely and sat upright again in her bed, thinking in the moment the gift was what she expected to be, her parents gave her the box and saw her opened it with a such enthusiastic way they almost thought she acted like Anna.

When she saw the gift she almost scream in a childish excited way, she took the content and raised at Adgar and Idum, it was a book. A book with a hardback leather and color brown, there was no label or title in it, she knew this was the book they promised her when she was three years old.

"Thank you." She said between calm and still excited, hugging them before they could go. "Remember, they are just speculations and that's all." Her father said pointing at the book. "Yes, but thanks anyway." She replied unnecessarily, the smile in her face was the proof that she waited for this a long time, they could not tell her anything else. Her mother took her cheeks and kissed her in the forehead. "Good night, sweetie."

Moments later, Elsa was alone again in the room, waiting for his visit and his voice to comfort her like he does always without even knowing. One look at the book her hands were holding with such care and her face was illuminated, just like the day her parents told her they would give it to her. She placed her precious object under the pillow and sat again in the bed. The room was still calm but then she felt it, a chill that ran down her spine as an advertisement he had come, she curved her lips but did not see behind her to confirm her suspects. Instead of that, she took the fork of her plate and continues to eat the piece of cake that still left in the plate.

The lights of the castle were already turned off, and the king that supposed to run the show at this time was there, but hiding from the girl that was still a mystery for him, but lately he realized about something. That little girl was becoming important for him, that's why he kept coming to her room, even if her fears were decreasing some days, he admitted he just wanted an excuse to see her despite the fact that her powers were the cause of every single of her worries. He had made up his mind, he will kept coming to her just see if he could get some advantage from her, excluding her fears of herself and her icy powers.

"Did you have fun?" He asked in whispers in her ear, not being seen in any part of the room. "I kind I did." She answered with a soft smile still eating. "Would you like some cake?" this time she offered the plate at the ceiling, thinking he was there.

"Thanks, but I don't like candies or sweet food." He replied serious and neutral, she stopped her action and continued. "So, what did you do? Your important thing is done now?" she asked, but the answer Pitch could tell her can be in a two-way, because she was becoming important and she wasn't done yet for him. "Almost, it seems I need to take my time." He said to her again with seriousness.

They talk until the waning moon was on top of the sky, Pitch did not went from the shadows to talk face-to-face to the girl, he wanted to see if she would be smiling even if he wasn't there physically, and so she did; but again, there was the presence still bothering him while they were talking, Pitch wanted to know what was that force Elsa had in her room that was more strong than her fears. The only relief for him, was that the girl produced more fear as the years passed, they kept seeing each other but soon Elsa felt uncomfortable by touching people, even she forbidden herself to get near Pitch whenever he came to her room. This was making him feel good when he even breath the fear and sadness from Elsa, but the thought of her getting away from him also made him feel…alone.

He was feeling alone because Elsa was now taking to much distance to him.

There you go! I'm feeling quite good after doing this, next chapter Jack will appear, I didn't put him here because my brain did not have enough energy to create and scene for him (sorry again Jack)

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