Well, here you go! Another chapter. I feel like I need to make up for like a 100 chapters. I'm so sorry... Good news is, its almost the end of the year sooo... I'll probably be updating a bit more. Community & Service Expo is already a pain, and now I'm in a school production (I play a village elder, yes I'm wise & old in the play, but hey, better than nothing, right?) And also a Science assessment about weather (I picked hurricane) and also sports day. I'm actually looking forward to sports day, I am DEFINITELY doing either soccer or basketball. Anyways, on to the story!
Hope you enjoy! R&R!
Elsa's POV
It felt like my breath was stuck in my throat. I can't breath.
I. Cannot. Breath.
It feels like someone is squeezing my neck so tight that I. Cannot. Breath.
"W-what did you just say?" I managed to squeak out.
"Oh, darling, simple. I. Want. Jack. Dead." The boogeyman emphasised every single word he said.
Nobody's POV.
The wind howled, Elsa's heart skipped a beat.
She couldn't think straight. It felt like everything around her was spinning around so fast that she couldn't focus on just one particular thing.
When she finally gave in into the pain growing in the centre of her brain, she stumbled back slightly.
Everything was hitting her harder than she would wanted it to.
It was hitting her harder than she expected.
"Why? What did he ever do to you?" Elsa asked him with a pleading tone.
"Thats a long story, and it is all in the past, your majesty." He said in a dangerously low voice.
Elsa bit her lips to prevent the tears from falling down. Her body was shaking. She didn't know what to do.
"Please, whatever Jack did, just forgive him." Elsa sounded more desperate than she had intended to.
Pitch, though, just chuckled, "Don't, dear girl. It is too late for that. If he had taken my side none of this would be happening. And as for you," He started to walk in circles around Elsa, "don't interfere, you will not only put yourself in danger, you will of course put Jack and the rest of his petty little friends in danger."
Pitch's tone was dangerous, something about the way he spoke made Elsa want to run away from him as far as she could and don't look back.
"Of course, if you are willing to take that chance, you may. But I'd like to think you know better." Pitch chuckled.
Elsa was shaking violently. She could not stop her body. She felt like she might fall onto the floor and just collapse.
This was too much.
Way too much.
"Leave us alone." Elsa tried to sound as strong as she could, but her voice was a little shaky.
"Us?" Pitch echoed her.
"Me and Jack and the others." Elsa said sternly, trying to stand up tall.
"The others?" He repeated.
"Yes. As the queen of Arendelle, you must obey my orders. Or else you will be punished in the worst ways possible." Elsa hissed before turning around. Pitch's black fog immediately disappeared, and so did he.
Jack was laying unconscious on the ground. Elsa ran to him and sat down next to him, and carefully picked him up.
"Jack?" She said softly. She leaned down onto his chest, his heart was still beating.
Elsa let out a sigh of relief.
"Jack, wake up Jack." Elsa whispered softly in his ears.
She looked at him, not just look, but she really looked. His attractive features, noticing every single details of his glowing moonlit face.
He was indeed attractive. His eyelashes were just the perfect length, not too short, not too long. His silver hair gleamed in the moon light, she wondered if her's did too, she never really took notice of her hair much.
His pale complexion went well with his face, if he were to be even a little bit tanner, he wouldn't be able to pull this look off. Classic messy hair, hoodie bad boy look with a little twist.
Elsa ran her fingers along his jawline. She was curious about how it would feel. Her other arm was still supporting the weight of his head and upper body.
She folded her legs behind her, then rested his head onto her lap. He looked so peaceful.
She smiled to herself. Jack was her's, and she couldn't wish for anything better.
Everything about him just... Made sense. It wasn't perfect, he had flaws, too. But it just made sense to her.
His classic messy hair with his classic bad boy personality.
Elsa pressed the back of her left hand against his cheeks. They felt nice and cold.
Elsa loved the cold, maybe it was because of her powers. But none the less, she still loved it.
And sitting here, in the garden. It was just perfect.
Although it might be a little better if Jack was actually conscious.
Then she heard a groan, she realised it was coming from Jack.
"Jack! Jack, are you alright?" Elsa asked worriedly.
"Elsa?" His voice sounded rough like sandpaper yet somehow smooth like an earful of caramel.
"Jack!" Elsa hugged him sideways.
"I was so worried! Who was that guy?" Elsa continued.
"What... What guy?" Jack asked.
"That man that called himself 'The Boogeyman'!" Elsa said quietly, though eager to hear his reply.
"Thats Pitch." Jack said simply.
"Pitch?"
"Pitch, my arch-enemy." He said like he had said it a thousand of times before.
"Oh, alright." Elsa offered Jack a soft, kind smile, which he returned.
She leaned down slowly, shutting her eyes. Pressing his lips against her. She could feel the corner of his mouth turning up against her own grin.
The kiss was soft, and full of meanings. It says everything words cannot describe.
When she said that everything was perfect? Scratch that.
This. This moment right here is perfect.
Elsa tried to savour every moment of it before it all disappeared right before her eyes.
Like they always do.