Hopefully the pace here isn't too slow, but I won't know unless you tell me!

Right on cue, her body gave into the command, and her head fell right to her pillow, falling unconscious no more than a second later.

Her vision was filled with images she could never forget: A raging storm in the middle of the ocean, capping over a large ship. Elsa swore she could recognize it.

Then it hit her. She tried to form words, she tried to scream out from where ever she was, but nothing came out. The image she was viewing was her parent's death.

The scene shifted to their funeral. Anna was standing between two large gravestones, almost twice her size. Elsa hadn't attended the funeral, but made her way to the gravesite that night to mourn by herself. Seeing Anna broke her hearts. She had never seen the girl so sad in her life. Anna was always bubbly, outgoing, loud, and talkative. Here, she never looked up from the ground once, tears streaming down her face like on a window during a storm.

Elsa started cry, she hadn't even noticed that her dream graced her with a physical form. She was in the back of crowd. She felt heavy, though, and she couldn't move.

"I'm so sorry." She whispered through sobs. "I was supposed to hide it, and I failed." She knew her parents couldn't here her, and she knew this was a dream, but she will never remove the guilt that has weighed her down since that horrendous day. Elsa was glad that Arrendelle had accepted her powers, hell, she was glad that it all brought her closet to Anna, but that's not what her parents wanted.

All Elsa could say, the night she visited their graves, was how sorry she was. How much she missed them. How much she needed them. She was clueless in this world, and they where her guides. After that, she was left to fend for herself.

The scene shifted again, for the final time. Something felt different this time. Elsa was walking into her ice castle, but it felt like the first time. Her mind was full of amazement at the beautiful design, but determination pumped through her. She started forward till she heard a familiar voice.

"Anna?" Someone asked. Wait, no. Not someone, it was Elsa. Elsa looked down and recognized the clothes she was wearing. They weren't hers, but they where Anna's. Elsa was in Anna's body, the day Elsa struck her in the heart.

This scene was all too familiar to Elsa, in fact, it was a common nightmare of her, except in the dream version, there was no Kristoff or Olaf to help Anna. In her version, Anna would freeze right there and then. Elsa's dream would fall apart at this point, everything going black, Elsa attempting to reach out to her sisters icy form, but always getting cut short right before contact.

Being in Anna's point of view made Elsa feel even worse. She was feeling all the hope, all the excitement, and all the joy and understanding her sister felt that day. If only Elsa had realized that Anna could have helped her, maybe what happened wouldn't have happened. Being struck by her self in her sister's form crushed her all over again.

It hurt. It hurt a lot, Elsa didn't know how much her sister was hiding the pain, just so she wouldn't worry her, and all just so she could help her. Elsa was ready to give up. The emotions she was feeling, the physical pain this was all having on her heart. Then she woke up.

She bolted up right, shaking, and sweating right through the fabric of her sleepwear.

"Bad dream?"

Elsa's instincts kicked in, first, covering herself with the blankets, and secondly, rising up a hand incase any defense was necessary. She lowered her hand when she saw the source of the voice.

"Jack?!" She half yelled, half whispered. "What are you-" She froze, she looked down and realized she had dropped her blanket in her surprise, and a blush crept up her face. Her nightwear was practically see-through, clinging to her sweating form. Jack turned his head away. "I'm not looking, I swear!" He rushed out, Elsa noticed the crack of a grin on the corner of his mouth. She quickly covered herself again, then, used her powers to form a quick set of clothes. Nothing she hadn't done in a hurry before.

"Ok, you can look." She spoke lightly, embarrassed at what just transpired. Jack head turned back, and he was grinning wide.

"What?" Elsa asked, slightly annoyed.

"Nothing, just nothing!" He said, slightly laughing to himself.

"You know, I could have my guards come and take you away." She said sternly.

"Good luck with that, snow queen." He winked at her, and Elsa couldn't help but loosen up a bit. Jack was always so full of fun, joking around about everything he could.

"What are you doing here?" She asked him, she was glad he was here with her though. It was nice to not be alone, especially after that dream.

"I sensed something was wrong." He shot her a concerned look, as if to say 'I know something is wrong, talk about it?' Elsa shook her head, confirming what Jack had thought.

"I was up at the palace, and I sensed a temperature drop. This room, dropped 50 degrees in a minute span." He walked over to her bedside, sitting down next to her. He grabbed Elsa's hands in his, and squeezed tight. "Are you ok?"

Elsa was ready to break down again, crying into his chest, but she didn't want to burden him again, after doing that exact thing earlier.

"It..It was just a bad nightmare." She whispered, dropping her gaze. Jack squeezed her hands tighter. The presence of another person helped her calm down.

Jack stood up from the bed, and pulled Elsa along with her.

"I know what will cheer you up!" Jack rushed out excitedly. He lifted a hand, and Elsa felt the wind in the room start to swirl around.

"Jack, are you sure this is safe? I mean, I was little the last time we did this, are you going to be able to hold me?" Elsa was concerned, sure, she was excited, but she couldn't control wind like Jack.

"I swear it, I will never let you fall." He shot her a smile, before grabbing her hand, gesturing the window open, and jumping out, pulling her along behind him.

The wind caught them immediately, and they where off. Elsa was holding onto Jack's hand only, but it was enough. She actually felt safe, and free. They got higher and higher till the castle and Fjord where just tiny ants. It was freezing up in the sky this high, but for obvious reasons, Elsa couldn't have been more comfortable.

"How's it hanging?" Jack shouted down to her. She couldn't help but laugh at his dorky pun.

"I'm doing great!" Elsa replied, and that couldn't have been more genuine and true.

Jack continued to guide them till they where approaching a large cliff side. He shot them straight up till they reached the top. The sight was beautiful. The moonlight lit the area in a gorgeous silvery tone, shining through the trees onto the flowers below them. Elsa and Jack gently glided down, landing right it in the middle of it all.

"Jack, this, this is beautiful." She was spinning around trying to take it all in, but it was just too much. She was smiling wide, and Jack was too. He noticed her, and he smiled even wider. Elsa blushed a bit.

"I'm glad you like it." He walked over to her, taking her hands in his.

"I'm jealous."

"Why's that?"

"How come you get to fly!" She jokingly yelled. Jack started to laugh too, before setting his gaze on Elsa again. Elsa stared right back at him. His eyes, like hers, where ice blue, which for Elsa, felt like home. Elsa was never much for the romantic type, but something about this setting, something about Jack, it all just felt right. Like the universe was explicitly working on her trying show her how perfect this just was, and she had to give in to the temptation. She closed her eyes and moved her head in, meeting Jacks lips, at first, he seemed stunned, but gave in and kissed back, leaving a cold feeling. Jack wrapped his arms around Elsa's waist, and she couldn't help but do the same back. She felt the temperature drop, causing her to open her eyes. She pulled back, and looked up. Above the two, was their own flurry of clouds and snow, falling down upon them. Jack glanced up, checking it out for himself, he met Elsa's gaze again, smiling, and blushing, and Elsa felt her cheeks glow even redder than before. They both laughed, and embraced tight. The moment was perfect, no sound at all, just the two of them. She could feel Jack's heart beat, and it made her feel safe, protected, and right at home.

"Elsa, I haven't been fully honest with you." Jack confessed. Elsa started to worry. She stepped back a bit. Usually someone not being honest with her didn't end well.

"The reason I came back, the reason I'm here. Well, do you remember the night I first met you? When you had that nightmare?" He reminded her. Elsa shook her head yes. How could she forget?

"The reason you had that nightmare. The reason you had the nightmare tonight, it was caused by a dark spirit, a very old, dangerous spirit." He looked a spot over Elsa's shoulder. Something was very wrong, more than just nightmares.

"Who Jack?" Elsa inquired.

"His name is Pitch Black." The scene seemed to darken at the mention of the name. "He represents fear, he- he basically stands for everything scary, trying to take down any form of hope that is conjured by anyone." Jack started speaking with his hands, clearly this was a heated topic.

"Jack, why is he here?" Jack dropped his gaze.

"Jack," She started, more sternly. "Why is Pitch here?" She insisted

"He wants to take down Arendelle."

"What? That's crazy! There is no way he could be any match for either of us, especially not combined!" Elsa rushed out, dead set on the fact.

"H doesn't need to be more powerful, he already has everything he needs."

"And what could that possibly be?" She asked.

"Elsa, your people, the people of Arendelle, they may have accepted your powers, but what's the one thing that could change all of that?"

Elsa didn't need an answer. She already knew, and it was something she was afraid of since last year.

Fear.

Man, bringing Pitch in here, what trouble is that going to stir up? Anyways, reviews, thoughts, opinions?