Chapter 5

AN: Hi guys, long time no see! Sorry it's been ages since I last wrote. I've been very busy. Also, I convinced myself for a time that this isn't a good story and I shouldn't continue it. However, I'd like to thank one of the Guests, who recently reviewed and asked me to please keep writing, and my friend Broadwaylover56, who isn't really writing anymore, but is thinking about starting up again. She read this and encouraged me to continue it.

Thanks for being so awesome, guys! :-)

-L

Disclaimer: If I owned Frozen and Rise of the Guardians, then I'd have a dress like Elsa's and a staff like Jack's. But I don't, so...

Elsa could only see sky.

It was so big. It filled her vision, seeming to encompass the entire universe. Bright dots glowed and a couple slashed across in streams of gold.

Then she felt the wind. Gusts whipped her hair into her face, blocking the stars. She tried to pull her hair away but the wind was pinning her down. She struggled against it.

The darkness was pulling her apart. She needed the stars to chase the shadows away.

Suddenly a piercing scream shattered through the air around her, rendering her still. She wondered who else was struggling against the dark.

Then she realized who that voice belonged to.

"No!" she yelled. "Anna!"

The darkness had stopped trying to hurt Elsa, but she knew that it was just going to focus more on Anna. She pulled herself to her feet and tried to run in the dark toward Anna's voice. Her shoe caught on something and she fell.

Suddenly a bright white light ghosted through the air, revealing where she was. Elsa was crumpled on the floor. Her heart was racing in her chest. She slowly looked up.

The glittering shards of a destroyed chandelier were in the center of the room. From the back, she saw a familiar man with brown hair. He was looking at the sunset from the balcony.

The man's shadow was very big… and it was getting bigger. It slowly was reaching toward her.

A dark, cold laugh filled the room. She scrambled as far as she could away from the shadow until her back was against the wall.

"…I tried to save her but it was too late." said the man on the balcony.

The shadow inched toward Elsa.

The man was beginning to turn around. "Her skin was ice, her hair turned white."

White flakes began to fall on Elsa's face, crystalizing like chilled tears.

"You're sister is dead!" the man yelled.

A cold hand grabbed her ankle. Elsa shivered.

"Because of you."

The shadow yanked her back into the darkness, back into the misery, back into the sea of fear. But this time, Elsa didn't fight. She let the darkness envelop her. And it left her to drown in suffering.

Elsa woke up with a start. Her first thought was for Anna.

She threw on her slippers and rushed over to Anna's room. Anna was laying halfway across her huge bed, her head hanging off and a huge chunk of hair stuck in her mouth.

Elsa let herself relax. Anna was safe.

She thought back to her dream. She couldn't remember all of it, but she remembered pain. More pain than she'd ever felt before.

She went back to her room and looked at the clock. It was 3 AM. So she wrapped herself in a fuzzy blue blanket, and was asleep again in the blink of an eye.

That was when Pitch stepped out from the darkness of her closet.

He watched Elsa sleep for a few minutes before walking over to her bedroom window and opening the curtains. He unlocked the window and pushed in open, letting in the light of the full moon.

"Hello again, old friend." He grinned wickedly. "It's been a while, hasn't it?"

The Man in the Moon did not reply.

Pitch walked over to Elsa's bed and bent over her. "Ah, well this time it's going to be different." He stroked her hair lightly. She squirmed a bit as she slept, before relaxing again once more.

Now, he seemed to be talking to the sleeping girl like she was listening. "Elsa, if it would help you, I would take you away right now, but…" He glanced at the darkest corner of the room. A Nightmare hiding there in the dark seemed to glare at him to get a move on already.

Pitch returned his attention to Elsa. "You don't remember me. You don't have the same darkness in your soul that you had before, you don't have –" He pinched a strand of Elsa's hair with his fingers and examined it. "– your magic."

The moonlight began to glow more brightly, and Pitch went back to his position at the window. "Are you ready, old friend, to see what I'm really made of?"

The man in the moon finally spoke aloud. "I already know what you're made of. Terror. Cruelty. Lies."

Pitch laughed a dark laugh.

Elsa whimpered in her sleep.

"They'll fight for her, you know that, don't you Pitch?"

"I'm counting on it. I'm going to kill Jack, after all."