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Sorry for the slightly short chapter, I promise the next one will be longer! Thank you to XxJustOddxX and Disney fanatic for the reviews! I'm glad someone is happy about the Jack X Anna pairing instead of Jelsa! As for an Elsa X North pairing, I might not be able to fit it into this story but if I ever make one with that pairing, I'll let you know. I'm also going to pass along XxJustOddxX's dare. If you'd like to, go back to chapter nine and read it while listening to Control by Halsey.
Jack Frost had been flying, rushing to get to Jaimie's home in Burgess. Elsa was close behind, creating a path of ice on the ground for her to skate across below the winter spirit. Together, they were going to preserve one kid's belief in the Guardians, no matter what it took. That was what Jack had planned on doing anyway, but things didn't seem to be working in his favor lately. "Oh look, I thought I might find you here. As I said before, Frost, you have a nasty habit of interfering with my plans." Pitch yelled out, making Jack land instantly on the ground. Elsa froze as well, standing by Jack's side and preparing for an attack.
"Pitch, show yourself!" Jack yelled, gripping his staff tightly as he waited for any sign of the Nightmare king. A loud chuckle echoed around them, amused with Jack's demand. "Oh, what's this? I see you've found a new toy and it looks like dear Anna has recovered from her trip to the arctic. Things seem to be going well for you, Frost, but that's all about to change." Pitch told them. Jack stepped closer to Anna, not wanting to let Pitch get anywhere near her right now. He had done enough damage last time. "Stop picking on Jack, you jerk! He's my friend and I'm not letting you mess with him." Anna yelled, standing tall and stepping forward from behind Jack. Elsa was there to stop her, glaring at her sister harshly to make Anna back down just slightly.
"Oh, you are a spunky one, aren't you? I wonder if you'd still be the same after another dose of my sand?" he mused, making Anna's face grow pale and strained. Jack knew that her dream had terrified her. He was not going to let it happen again. "Leave her alone!" Jack yelled, not wanting to let him get any closer. He let out a blast of frost from his staff, though it did little to help them. It slammed into a nearby tree, freezing it over while Pitch remained hidden safely within the shadows. "Did I hit a nerve, Frost? Very well, I will do as you ask. Anna will not feel my sand today…though I cannot say the same thing for you." he said ominously, before Jack felt something soft hit the back of his head. "Jack!" Anna yelled, rushing towards the winter spirit as he began to feel tired, collapsing on the ground.
"Sweet dreams, Jack Frost. I do hope you've learned your lesson this time." Pitch said, his laughter faded away as Elsa and Anna crowded around the winter spirit. "It will be okay Jack, we're both here with you." Elsa whispered, watching Jack's eyes lose their focus on the world around him. Anna grabbed his hand, leaving it feeling warm and tingly from her grip. Jack enjoyed that sensation, enjoyed knowing that someone could touch him after all of these years. "Elsa's right, Jack. Remember, it's only a dream. Don't let go of that for one minute, okay?" Anna added, sitting closely by his side. Jack nodded at her, feeling somewhat relieved even as he began to dread what was about to come.
Jack's vision of reality faded away, quickly as his eyes closed on the streets near Burgess. His dream was incredibly realistic, he did have to give Pitch that much. Anna's words were what kept him safe in the knowledge that none of this was real, but it was strange anyway. He was in a crowded town, standing in the center of where everyone was walking, unable to move. All of them walked directly through him, even as he yelled out to them. None of them saw him or heard him. Even when he turned his focus to the moon that was high in the sky, no answers were given. He was alone and empty, destined to be unseen by the world and to not be believed in.
One person stopped in front of him, giving him just a small shred of hope. After all, he did recognize her as Anna, his first believer. Then, just like everyone else she walked straight through him, making him feel colder than before. Her belief had been what gave him energy these past few days. She was the one who gave him hope in the arctic and reminded him of who he was. He had wanted to protect her, to keep her happy. Now, she didn't even know he was here. He struggled, trying to break free from the invisible force restraining him so he could follow her, but his attempt ultimately failed. He saw a shadow appear fairly quickly, standing right next to Anna. He recognized that shadow, the shape of it. Pitch was here and he was going to attack, but Jack was frozen and unable to stop it.
He reached out, trying to find his staff so he could attack. Even if he couldn't walk, it seemed like he could move his arms. He glanced in surprise in front of him, realizing it was no where to be seen. His staff was gone, he was powerless, and Anna was in trouble. He felt his panic rise and he tried yelling again, even though he knew it was pointless. "Anna, run!" he yelled, but she didn't move or even react. "No one believes in you, Jack, this is my world after all." Pitch told him, showing himself in the center of town. Everyone pointed at him, turning around and starting to run. They believed in Pitch and his power, and they were afraid of him.
Jack saw his staff in Pitch's hand, his old staff made of wood, and watched as he used it to stop Anna from running. The end of it hooked around her waist, pulling her back towards him and holding her close. She struggled almost immediately, kicking out at Pitch and pulling at his arms to try and gain her freedom. "No! Let her go!" Jack yelled, still struggling against what was freezing himself in place. He couldn't let Pitch harm Anna, regardless of if she believed or not. He had to protect her, to make her smile no matter what it took. "Jack, I've got a new trick that I've been dying to show you. Took me a long time to figure out how to work this thing, but I've got the hang of it now." Pitch told Jack, angling the staff towards Anna who had broken free of his grasp. Jack watched as Pitch created snowballs, hurling them towards Anna at fast speeds. They pelted her, hard enough to leave red welts on her skin.
Jack remembered something, taking a deep breath to calm himself. This was just a dream, created from Pitch's dark magic. None of it was real and Anna was safe, probably waiting for him to wake up so they could go see Jaimie. Even if the dream was magic, Jack should be able to change it. Even with Sandy's dream sand, it was possible to change your dream, to alter what you saw to match your own desires. Jack took a deep breath, focusing on the staff first. "Magic isn't fair, you can't use it." Jack told Pitch, feeling something change within the dream. It shuddered around him, his surroundings changing slightly. Pitch stumbled as well, noticing the change.
The staff was gone, out of Pitch's hands and now back in his own. Holding it in his own hands, Jack found himself grinning. This was going to be fun, he would make it that way. This was his dream, even if Pitch created it. Jack would always find a way to change things for the better. "I suppose since we both have magic, it is fair to use it against me, but I warn you, no one has ever beaten Jack Frost in a snowball fight." he claimed, jumping up and finally freeing himself from his frozen position on the ground.
"No! I am Pitch Black, ruler of this world, you cannot defeat me!" Pitch yelled, but Jack was laughing in the air, throwing snowballs at him and all the residents of the town. Not much later, Jack had covered the ground in snow, letting everyone join in on the fun. "Oh, and I forgot to mention, in this dream, everyone believes in Jack Frost." he told Pitch, grinning as the townsfolk gathered behind him. "Jack!" Anna yelled, running forward and throwing her arms around him from his back. He laughed, happy to have regained control of the situation. "I missed you too. Now, let's have some fun!" Jack told her, patting her hair gently before stepping back to throw a snowball at her. It didn't take long to get the whole town joining in, a massive snowball fight where everyone was laughing and no one could tell who was throwing any of the shots.
Jack had been having so much fun in that dream that he was actually upset when it ended. He hadn't been able to have that much fun in a long time, not since Pitch came to Burgess. He sat up, groaning as he saw Anna and Elsa staring at him in concern. "What?" he asked them, not understanding what was wrong. Glancing down in his hands, Jack saw something strange. The sand that lingered around him wasn't black at all. In his hands, there was pure, golden sand. "Sandman." he murmured, knowing that this was why his dream had changed. Somewhere, Sandy was still out there and fighting with the Guardians. Jack would find him and then together, they would take down Pitch Black.
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