I finished this in a flash of ideas and some music. As I promised, an early chapter. The next is almost done (for sure this time).

Enjoy!

The Mystery Solved

The florist was right, this blurry was a problem. Elsa looked at her new item above her head, one tiny snowflake fell on her nose, and she took it to drop it to the ground. She was still sad, a bit confusing and little bit angry. As far as she understood, the responsible for Pitch change of humor was this girl called Lilith. He noticed the moment when he got angry.

'Even the darkness can see the light' Elsa assimilated the facet those words made him snap. "Maybe Lilith told him the same." Then it was clear. The florist told her the same words as a metaphor when Elsa described Pitch and the problem she had reflected in that blurry. That florist from yesterday was Lilith. She felt stupid for a moment.

"I'm so glad you are here, this will be so much easier." Elsa recognized that voice, she looked at her right and the florist was there, her mouth fell open when the white wings hid behind the back.

Pitch was there too, well, his shadow was at the left of the dark blonde, who was smiling with her hands clasped together in front of her and jumping a little thanks to her high heels. The Nightmare King cleared his throat, and then he did it one more time. "Oh, me? Sorry." Said Lilith still smiling but with a hand on her chest. "Ok, if you two need something just scream or something, I promise I'll be far away so you can-"

"We will be fine, Lilith, just go. You have some work to do too." Said the shadow already loosing his temper, making some echoes in the lonely forest.

"Yes, sorry again." Lilith brought up her wings and winked at Elsa, a mute 'good luck' was the only thing the Queen noticed in her mouth before the cherubim flown.

"Sorry about that." Said the shadow again. "And…sorry about…you know, I didn't mean to act like that." Elsa knew he was being honest, his tone showed it, he regret the way he treat her yesterday in his 'home'.

"It's ok. I think you and…Lilith don't get along so well, ha? It's seems like you hate her or something." She laughed nervously. Playing with her fingers.

"I do hate her. She's a psycho, but I'm the only one who knows that…and the only one who she keeps playing with to stay away from his big brother." He said, suddenly complaining about his situation with that annoying white bird. Elsa laughed normally at this feeling; he was talking to her normally, like they used to do. He couldn't help but look at the way she covered her mouth with her pale fingers. "Lilith told to come here?" now he was serious, not in a bad way but like trying to make her comfortable to keep talking.

"Yes…uh…she played me, you wasn't suppose to be here." She explained with a smile, she was okay now.

"I know. She likes to do that. Lilith can lie as always no one ends hurt in the end."

"Why are you still in that form? Come out." Talking to a spirit who no one could see was something, but talking to a shadow was almost frustrating. "And why are saying that?"

"Even the darkness can see the light." He answered ignoring her comment about his choice to stay like that. "The reason Lilith keeps disturbing my existence it's because I laugh at her knowledge about love." Elsa blinked, curious in every way possible by his words. "She told me there was some kind of rules in love, the first one, as she said was, 'everybody deserves to be loved. Of course I rejected that in moment she said it. I said there was no way everybody could be loved by someone. She pointed that my case couldn't be exception, and the next day she proposed something to me."

Elsa didn't know how but her attention was now in the sky, when she looked at the shadow again, Pitch came out of the ground, tall and calm with hands in the back. "What did she propose to you?" Elsa asked looking straight to his eyes, her stomach couldn't be tighter.

"She said…hum…" he doubted, Elsa open a little more eyes at this. "If…someone ever could…love me then… I'll have to give the reason to her." he finished like he just lose the battle against the guardians, but worst, he lost against Lilith. Before Elsa could move, he showed her something. He took out of his robe an old book, with brown leather cover and yellow pages. Elsa recognized that book and so she felt panic, the blurry banished in the thin air. "I didn't open it. It's yours." He gave it to her. Elsa would have snatched it away from his hands but she didn't.

The Queen leaned against the nearest tree and placed the book on her lap, caressing the cover and squinting her eyes. Pitch walked beside her just to see how much she liked that book when her parents gave it to her on her birthday. When Elsa noticed what she was doing her cheeks burnt in red, Pitch only could think it was funny and adorable.

"So…are you going tell me why is this so important to you or…?" Elsa smiled; she knew there was no point in hiding this any longer.

"Well. It was my father's diary before he gave it to me. It looks like a book because he wanted it to be like that. Anna was…five, maybe six months and he came saying 'I found it! I found it' to me and mom." Pitch leaned closer to her; Elsa kept talking although she noticed. "He used to write down his…theories about every single mythical creature he could think or search about. In his personal library he had a map of the road to go see the trolls of Arendelle, they help Anna when I hurt her." Pitch nodded, he remembered seeing those tiny walking rocks a couple of times. "He filled five diaries before taking the throne and marry my mother. The night he found them he read to me, and kept doing it every night. But the one that captivated me the most was the five one. And he promised he will give it to me as soon as I have the age to understand what he couldn't."

Elsa looked at the book and gave it to Pitch. Then she looked at his eyes nodding. Pitch didn't understand. "Open it." She whispered with a playful smile. He obeyed in confusion. There, in the top of the third page was his name, the name every father and mothers whispers to their children in the night before taking them to bed.

Boogeyman. Her father wrote about him.

'The Boogeyman doesn't have a shadow because he is a shadow, meaning, he hides in dark places like behind unanimated objects. He hates sun and candles and anything that could bring any trace of light.'

Pitch skipped to other pages.

'He could be a monster, but maybe he can change his shape to be whatever you are afraid of. The same goes for his voice, he can be the wind outside or the rattle in your window making you sleep disturbed, or the sound of your closet opening in a cold night without wind if the window in closed.'

He skipped a few more; he stopped right before the part that talks about the Trolls.

'He is a lonely creature, thanks to his very existence. He is scary but maybe he scared too. Maybe no other creatures go near him because he can be really scary, but at the same time very sad. Anyone can be sad if the loneliness takes over your very being, even the Boogeyman. Especially the Boogeyman, I think he is the only one who doesn't have anyone to spend the time with; maybe that's why he keeps haunting dreams. Maybe he can't sleep because he also has nightmares and he wants others to understand the feeling. I wonder what happened to him, what made him so scary and so lonely and sad? Why does he haunt dreams? …'

Pitch closed the book. He didn't know if he felt panic or confused by the vague thoughts of a young prince or if like some just lectured him, most of him. The feeling was a mixed combination of everything, but worst. Elsa took the book and made a table of ice, she didn't want to damage her most precious gift from her dad. She held Pitch's hands, trembling at first but calming in the moment he seemed comfortable with her cold touch.

"My father always wanted to know the reason of yours to scared children, but the curiosity disappeared as soon as he grew up. And now I know why." She looked at him, he wasn't lost in the empty space this time, and he was actually drowning in those soft sapphire eyes. "You do it because that's the only way children can see you. To be believe in. Pitch, I do believe in you, I'm just not afraid of you." She placed her hands in his chest, getting closer to him, feeling how good it was to touch him. "I love you." She whispered.

Pitch was mute for a moment. Now everything was clear, the weird and strong presence in her room was some kind of innocent love she felt even before she could notice if it was love or just admiration. The book prepared her to know him in person, that's why she smiled at him every single time he came to her room.

The next thing Elsa knew was Pitch crashing his lips onto hers, Pitch caressing her back and bare shoulders, she gave in. bringing her arms to his neck and fingers in his nape.

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