Jack soared through the skies. He was completely revitalized. It felt like decades since he felt this good. It was amazing really, what exactly did Rapunzel do to him? Flying over the mountain next to him was his newfound comrade, Nightlight.

"Hey, Nightlight, do you know what exactly happened to me while I was asleep?" Jack glanced over to the other guardian.

"Healed… what has been hurt and changed… the fate's design." Nightlight muttered. Though he was already glowing, his smile made him look even brighter. Jack gave a slight chuckle before looking ahead. He was determined. They were both determined to put an end to the blizzard and Pitch's plan.

"There it is! Arendelle's just in sight. I'm gonna head down and check if I can find where they're holding Elsa. Can you handle Pitch?" Jack looked at the glowing figure.

Confidence radiated from shimmering man. "Don't worry. I can… take care of Pitch." It looked like Jack had little to fear. He nodded his head as fell to the earth and towards the houses below. Nightlight took a different turn, gliding his way to the large forest adjacent to the kingdom.

Jack hurried through the town in hopes of finding any news of the queen's return. He desperately tried to listen for voices, stories, or rumors that may have developed while he was out. He searched for anyone but there were very few people to be seen.

"Have you seen a perky girl, ginger hair— well, with a little white in it too… I think? She came in with a big guy and a reindeer not too long ago. Uh, I think she was in a blue dress and a purple coat… Oh, and she's the princess too!" a voice cheered.

"Anna?!" Jack yelled out. His head whipped to the voice as he bolted to the source.

"Yeah, yeah! Anna!" The voice said excitedly. Jack face planted into the snow covered ground. He was caught completely off guard by the sudden reply. Did the person actually hear him? Getting up from the ground and making his way around the corner, he tripped over something and tumbled to the ground again. Looking over at what caused his misstep, he saw large snowballs lying on the ground with a carrot and two branches lying beside it.

"Oh, it's just a snowman." Jack sighed.

"Yep!" The head of the snowman turned to face Jack. "Hi there!" he grinned. Jack frantically crawled away from the talking head. He was totally shocked by the sight. It was another talking and moving bundle of snow.

"You… you're a… a… talking snowman!" Jack laughed. His heart was still racing from the shock. He watched as the small branches crawled their way to the ball of snow and connecting itself to the body.

"Hello, I'm Olaf and I like warm hugs." The snowman giggled as he pulled over the other parts of his body and reconstructed himself. Placing the charcoal buttons on his belly, he walked over to the carrot on the ground and put it on his face.

"Uh… Jack. I seem to find stranger and stranger things by the minute." Getting up from the ground, Jack wiped the snow from his clothes.

"I know right? I just came back from a dance party with some trolls in the mountains and—"

"Trolls?"

"Yeah, there was a bunch them, with steam and grass everywhere. It was so nice and warm! It must be how summer feels like!" Olaf began dancing and prancing around Jack.

"Wait, why were you with the trolls in the first place?" Jack crouched down to the snowman, readjusting the little guy's crooked nose.

"Oh, well, we were there to help Anna about her frozen heart—"

"What?! Frozen heart? Did they… did they fix it?" the boy asked desperately.

"Well, no. They said that only an act of true love can thaw a frozen heart." Olaf frowned, kicking his feet. "So we came here to find some guy named Hans to help her."

"Hans? You mean Prince Hans?"

"Prince? He's a prince? Oh man! It's like those fairy tales about the princess meeting the stunning prince that saves the day and they live happily ever after. This is so exciting!" Olaf was now moving frantically around Jack as he giggled to himself.

"Yeah… sure… Well, it seems that we have the same goal. Hans came up to the ice castle and took Elsa back here. If I can help you find Hans and Anna, I might be able to find Elsa."

"But… Elsa wanted to be alone at her castle. She even said so." Olaf looked up to the boy in blue.

"Can't say her coming back was totally voluntary. That's why I need to find her. She acts like she has to be alone but I know she doesn't want to." Jack stood up, ready to take flight. "Since we're heading to the same place, need a lift? Flying's much faster than walking." He grinned at the snowman. Olaf's eyes were sparkling.

"Yeah, yeah! I wanna fly. Oh man, I've never been flying before. I see birds do it all the time and they look like they are having so much fun. They seem so happy up there. It's gonna be so cool." Olaf waddled to Jack, hugging his leg.

"Yep, it is definitely fun. Now then, let's get out of here. It's a bit weird that there's a snowman in the middle of the town talking to an invisible person."

"Invisible? You're not invisible. I can see you perfectly fine!"

"Ah… well, I… never mind. It's time to find Hans. Up we go!" Jack picked up the little snowman and put him on his shoulders. He had a feeling of nostalgia for a moment. He started giggling to himself. "Heh, it's weird to see a snowman talking to air. It's probably even weirder to see a floating snowman talking."

Olaf wasn't listening. He was too busy thinking of how exciting it would be to fly. He had a mental check list of things he's always wanted to do in life: tan on the beach, relax in a hot tub, picnic in a park, barbershop quartet, and fly in the air. Mark that one of the list!

Jack began twirling his staff. A subtle breeze lifted him into the sky before a powerful wind flew him at astonishing speeds. Olaf had an enormous smirk on his face. The wind blowing through his hai— twigs felt like nothing he'd ever experience. Granted, there weren't many things he did experience. However, this was one of them.

"Hey, Jack." Olaf looked down to his escort.

"What's goin' on buddy?"

"What's love?" the snowman asked bluntly. Jack slowed his pace tremendously.

"Love? Why do you ask?"

"The trolls were talking about love and how it's the only way to save Anna… but I don't get what an act of true love is."

Jack got very quiet. Not only was it an awkward subject, it was an awkward subject with a talking snowman.

"If you know about fairytales, I'm sure you know what love is." Jack let out an uneasy chuckle.

"Well, fairytales are great and they always have good endings but they never really say what love is. It's more assumed than anything. All I know is that it's all warm and fuzzy. Kisses are warm and fuzzy and the trolls said it was a kiss. Is a kiss an act of true love?"

"I guess you can say a kiss is a… well… symbol of love. Is it an act? Probably." The boy sounded unsure of his response.

"What do you think is love?" Another blunt question from the friendly snowman. Under his pale skin, Jack's face was flushed red. He started thinking of anything he could possibly call love. He recalled his little sister and smiled.

"Love is caring about someone, really caring about them." His mind went to the day of the lake when he saved his sister.

"It's about… putting someone else before yourself." He was now thinking of Elsa. He thought of how she left her own kingdom to keep them safe regardless of how lonely she'd be.

"No matter how painful it is…"

"Because it's love?" Olaf was engrossed in Jack's answer. The young man smirked.

"Because they're worth it." Jack affirmed. Olaf was almost star struck by the response. He was completely smiley and giddy. He was extremely excited about the idea of love. Jack was pretty happy as well.

As they got closer to the walls of the kingdom, he picked up the speed and landed quickly in the castle garden. They both looked around the snow covered foliage. The weather was getting worse by the minute.

"Alright, let's go find 'em." Jack walked over to the large door leading inside. Olaf followed behind into the main hall. With every passing door, they would open it a crack and peek inside to find anyone that might know what's going on or where either sisters were. Walking through the large hallway of the castle, he heard a conversation going on in the reading room.

"We have the queen! We can end this winter once and for all!" a person shouted madly. Jack recognized the angry voice.

"Prince Hans is with her as we speak. There is no need for violence."

"He's right, Queen Elsa is, above all else, a diplomat for her kingdom. There is no reason for her to continue this storm—"

"Was there a reason in the first place?! She's a witch and a plague to the land. If we stop her now—" The old man suddenly slipped on ice that formed below his feet. The guardian chuckled at his sudden 'misfortune'.

"Are you alright?" The Frenchman rushed over to the Duke. He helped the man off the ground.

"You see?! This is the queen's doing. There is no need for further discussion. You! Guard! Get Hans, it's time we decided what is to happen with Queen Elsa." The Duke shouted at the Arendelle guard. He nodded his head and rushed to the door.

"Hey, Olaf, get out of here before they see you—" Jack turned to see that Olaf had already disappeared. Unsure of whether or not to look for him, the man in uniform rushed out the door and down the steps. Jack decided to follow him in hopes that he would find where they were holding Elsa. If he was with her, they might be able to end the storm together.

"Don't you see? I can't."

Elsa was in despair as she talked with the saddened prince. Her eyes were filled with anger and sadness at herself and the powers that devastated her kingdom and the surrounding lands.

Prince Hans had a look of defeat and a face of lost hope. He let out a single, visible breath. How was he to end the winter if the source can't stop it?

"You have to tell them to let me go!" the frightened girl begged the ginger haired man. She didn't want to be anywhere near her people. She could only cause more disaster and harm if she were to stay here. Her powers were too rabid to be safe.

"I will do what I can." The prince assured her. However, she could see that even he was unsure of what to do next. She watched as he walked away. She was scared of what may happen. Would she be locked away forever? Would her curse destroy Arendelle if she remained here? What would become of her sister? Her thoughts only grew worse as she watched Hans take the lantern and leave her cell. She was trying her best to use her freezing abilities on the metal and break out of her bindings.

"Look at you…"

Elsa's head shot up to the door. The entrance of her cell was completely dark. The only thing she could see was the lights beyond the room. The candle behind the door faded rapidly.

"Pinnacle of royalty now locked up in a prison. Can't say I didn't warn you." A figure emerged from the shadow. Pitch stood before her.

"Why won't you leave me alone?!" Elsa frantically pulled on the chains binding her hands. She tried her best to free her arms and escape the room, escape the man before her.

"You're never relaxed when you see me. Am I really that scary to you? Well, I guess it makes sense, I am fear itself." He stood at the other end of the chains bolted to the ground. "Chained like a beast, a monster. Where is your little guardian now?"

"Jack is… he's—"

"Not here. That's his MO. Jack only brings disappointment wherever he goes. He will come into your life to only disappear. I thought you knew this already." Pitch chuckled. Half of him was still veiled in darkness but his cloak was frosted at the edges. His hair was partially frozen over as well.

"He… he came back and he'll come back again!" Elsa shouted at the man in black.

"No, Elsa, he abandons… and he will abandon you again and again and again. He's not bound by any sense of duty or morality. He does what he likes with his toys then tosses it aside when he's done. You're very naïve, little queen. He's been doing this to you all your life."

"What're you talking about?" Elsa's eyes were furious and focused on Pitch. He chuckled at her sudden curiosity.

"So wonder boy hasn't told you, has he? Do you really think you just met today? A knight in shining armor happened to stumble into your life to save you at the right time? Hah… childish. Little do you know, he's been close to you since the day you were born." Pitch grinned sinisterly.

"What…" Elsa was stunned. She wasn't sure of whether or not he was lying to her. "When I was… born?"

"Is it really a coincidence that you happen to meet a boy with the same powers as you? Have you ever asked yourself why you were cursed?" He crouched down eye level to the queen. Her heart was racing, there were beads of sweat running down her face. This was the first time she had ever been so close to the man that haunted her.

"I… I—"

"The day you were born, Jack made you like him. For his own selfish greed, he cursed you so that he wouldn't be alone." Pitch stood upright in front of the queen who was more like a scared child now. He towered over her like a monument, a manifestations of her fears. He turned away from her and returned to the darkness of the room. "Cursed by your power, lost in fear, and left alone all your life… Now that I think about it, we have more in common than you know…"

The man of her nightmares faded away into the shadows and the candle light beyond the door shined once again. Elsa's eyes were fixated on the shackles binding her hand. In absolute disgust, she glared at the layer of frost the wrapped her restraints. She repeatedly pulled against her bindings to try and rip her hands free. Her pain was numbed by her anger. She flailed her arms constantly in hopes of releasing herself from her prison.

However, in her mind she wanted to release herself from her powers. All her anger and hatred were directed to the cuffs around her slender wrist. She tugged on it repeatedly; marks on her skin began to show. Tears were rushing down her face as she thought more and more about her dreadful life.

Exhausted from her outburst, she fell to the ground, her situation no different from before aside from the pain in her hand and the aching of her heart. She sat close to the bolt constricting her movements.

"Let it go… Let it go…" Elsa softly sung as she laid herself on the ground and curled into a ball. Gripping her legs closer to her chest, she could only imagine how that one moment of freedom was her greatest lie. As long as she had these uncontrolled powers, she would never truly be free.