Hey everyone! Happy Monday! I hope your day was as good as a Monday can be! Sorry I'm posting so late today. I didn't have time this weekend to finish the chapter, and I really wanted it to be perfect. Hopefully I met your expectations.

I think I answered a few of your questions in this chapter, such as why Elsa was letting Jack go when she knows who Medusa is. If you're still confused, she'll explain more in a later chapter. Also, if you have any new questions, leave them in the reviews! We have 65 reviews right now you guys! It's amazing and it makes me really happy. I never would have gotten this far without you.

And I apologize for the lack of Jelsa in this chapter. I promise I will make up for it next chapter. Just bear with me!

Now, I'll shut up so you can read. Enjoy everyone!

Chapter 18: Reflections and Family

They went out to the main room in the workshop to find Anna had managed to get Eugene back from the Warren, and was animatedly waving her hands as she spoke. Her wings were nothing more than a blur of color, as they usually are when she gets excited. Elsa smirked at the Guardian holding her hand before leading him closer so they could hear what she was saying.

"…and now she wants us to go visit!" the colorful girl concluded, and Kristoff smirked at his wife when she wasn't looking. Pabbie raised a golden hand to wave at the wintery pair walking up to join them, and everyone turned.

"Sounds like someone's excited about the invitation," Jack said with a chuckle, and Elsa's heart melted a little at the sound. Anna shrugged.

"I don't actually know how to react about it, but I can't imagine anything bad happening. I mean, come on. Peri was always so nice around us, except for when Jack broke up with her, but that was understandable," Anna said, and everyone knew she was at least a little excited for the invitation. She always did like parties.

"Sure, Anna. Just be careful," Elsa said, and she nodded so fast her fellow Guardians were worried she would have whiplash.

"Of course we'll be careful, Elsie. We promise," Elsa's little sister swore to her, and everyone nodded their agreement.

"Are you sure she said she wanted me to go?" Pitch asked warily, and Jack nodded and pulled the leafy scroll out of his hoodie pocket. He handed the note to the Guardian of Fear, who scanned the icy handwriting a few times to make sure he was reading it properly.

"Something wrong?" Kristoff asked him when his golden eyes seemed to linger on one spot for two long. He snapped out of his reverie and looked up at everyone sheepishly.

"Oh, no. I just can't believe she actually wants me there. I mean, come on. Why would she want me there?" he asked seriously, and everyone but Elsa nodded. She didn't believe what he was saying, and the minute Pitch's golden eyes met her blue ones, she knew he realized she had caught his lie.

"Well, she wanted to apologize to everyone she saw in the room when we broke up, and you were there, so it's understandable. You don't have to go, if you don't want to," Jack said, and Pitch paused to consider his options. Elsa watched him, her eyes telling him that she wanted to speak with him alone. He sighed and ran a grey hand through his already spikey hair.

"I'll think about it. She wanted us there in an hour, right?" he asked, checking the invitation and answering his own question with a nod. "Yeah, she did. Alright, I'll tell you if I'm going before we have to be there." That said, he walked off, leaving everyone in the room staring after him.

After a moment's decision, Elsa squeezed Jack's hand and ran after Pitch. She caught up with him in a back room, past where Elsa's room was. She walked in and blinked her eyes a few times as the soft, white glow surrounding her—a perk of being the Moon—alleviated the darkness. Pitch was sitting on a crate in the middle of the room, and didn't even blink an eye when she walked in. She noticed him creating swirling patterns and figures with his dark sand, some of which she recognized, and others she didn't.

He used his sand to create figures of what she assumed to be his dark past—a young girl playing in a garden while a much younger, lighter Pitch watched over her with another woman; a prison, where Pitch stood guard of a fortified cell; a group of fearlings overtaking him, turning him into the Pitch she knew today; him watching from the shadows as the young girl grew to be Mother Nature; the young girl telling him she was his daughter, for better or for ill (a memory Elsa watched unfold from her place in the moon); him watching as the new Mother Nature matured and fell in love with a boy who had leaves growing on his legs (a memory Elsa remembered since she was the one who created the boy); the snakelike Medusa from Elsa's dream, moving closer deliberately as the leaves began to fall from his legs, slowly breaking Mother Nature's heart, and then striking suddenly, ending their time together early and shattering the young girl's heart, all in front of Pitch Black, her father for better or ill.

After the last image, he wiped a tear from his eye, and Elsa felt a pang of sympathy for him. The threat that was Medusa was as personal to him as it was to all of them. She went over to him quietly and sat next to him, noticing the contrast between them. She was snowy white and icy blue, glowing with the soft light from the full moon, and he was black as night, blending in with the shadows, with eyes like a lunar eclipse. They were opposites—her light and love drove away fear, and his sand inspired fear.

"I'm sorry," she whispered, and he shrugged a little in reply.

"It's not like I can actually blame you. She fell in love with a boy who was just going to die off and leave her. Her heart was breaking anyway, Medusa just sped it up. You couldn't have stopped it," he said, and Elsa sighed.

"I shouldn't have created him for her. She just needed to feel like someone loved her, and she had asked me for him. I couldn't say no. I understood what she was going through," she said quietly, watching her hands. She knew Katherine's broken heart was her fault, but Elsa just couldn't let her suffer and feel unloved. Sometimes, the Guardian of Love thought to herself, all it takes is one person, one moment, one act of true love to make a person feel cared for.

"She asked, and you did the best you could. I don't blame you and she wouldn't either, so stop blaming yourself before you turn yourself into a monster. Jack wouldn't like it if you reverted to that again," he warned her, and she rolled her eyes sassily.

"Jack doesn't necessarily have a say," she began carefully. At Pitch's glance—which instantly said he knew she was lying—she continued, "I wouldn't turn myself into a monster, however, because there are too many people relying on me that would be hurt if I did."

"Still, don't blame yourself. It was Medusa's fault, not yours. Once we find her, we can get revenge; me for my daughter and you and Jack and the others for the pain she put you through," he says thoughtfully. Elsa nodded next to him.

"Yeah. We just need to find her," she said quietly, forming a snowflake in the air above her right palm. After a moment of silent focus on the frozen crystal, she touched it gently with her left index finger, and the snowflake hardened and began to glow, emitting the same, soft moonlight that enveloped Elsa's petite frame. Pitch watched curiously.

"How do you do that?" he asked her, and she snapped out of her reverie to look at him.

"Do what?" she asked, and he nodded towards the glowing piece of snow.

"That. Make it light up," he specified, and she made a little 'o' shape with her mouth before shrugging.

"I don't know. It just, happens sometimes. It's a way to let me forget about my responsibilities concerning the other Guardians for a while and spread a little light. It's a new trick I've been working on for nighttime snowstorms during the winter. I figure if I can make the snowflakes themselves glow, it'll add more atmosphere and make the night seem more magical. I'm still perfecting it though. I need more power to do it large scale," she told him thoughtfully, and he chuckled softly.

"You can work with Jack and combine your powers. Let him do most of the snow while you make it glow," he said, and the moonlit aura surrounding turned slightly pink as she blushed.

"Maybe. Let's get through this Medusa threat first. She our top priority right now and we need to know where she is. I want you to go with them, to keep them safe since you're the only one who has experience with her, but if you're not comfortable with going, I won't make you," she said, and he sighed.

"Is this how you get the others to do whatever you want? Tell them you want them to do something for an honorable and concern-filled reason, but you won't force them to?" He asked her teasingly, and she laughed quietly.

"No, but if it works I may just have to start. I also know you were lying about what you saw back there, but I won't make you tell me. Whatever freaked you out is completely liable to be kept your secret," she said, and he nodded.

"Alright. Well, I'll go with them. If Medusa does decide to attack us, at least I'll have seen her in action before," he decided, and Elsa smiled and hugged him.

"Thank you. Now, I need to head to the moon so I can find my cousin and her husband, but I'll see you all off first," she said, standing up and heading to the door.

Pitch got up and followed her silently. While her back was turned, he carefully reached down and picked up the delicate, glowing snowflake, then tucked it safely into his robe. It was as cold as ice; yet as safe as a mother's loving embrace, and the contrast surprised him. He had always thought that cold and darkness go together perfectly, but now he understood that the cold brought people together in ways he never would have imagined. He was also starting to see how fears can bring people together, thanks to his tour with Elsa the night he became a Guardian. He just hoped that he could learn to use his control over fear to bring people together, and be a true Guardian.

Elsa fulfilled her promise. She saw her family leave for the party, and then went to her palace in the moon to revive Merida and Hiccup. Olaf was wandering around the palace playing with some flurries of snow Elsa had left lying around, so he wasn't around when Elsa did her magic.

She went over to her vanity and sat down on the icy chair. Elsa took a moment to gaze at her reflection, wanting to see the beauty Jack always saw. Then, leaning over, she pulled open the large, bottom drawer, and found a deeply red colored box with an intricate, gold arrow carved into the lid, then pulled out the one next to it, that was a black leather box with a pattern of dragon scales, and two folded wings protruding from the top of the lid. The one with the arrow on it had the word "Fate" carved into it in enchanting, golden, swirling cursive, and the one with the dragon design had the word "Courage" written on it in light green, block-style letters that looked almost like the Nordic runes Elsa had grown up around. She took these two boxes, leaving behind one last box, with deep purple, velvet covered sides and gold trim, with a beautiful golden flower as pure as a drop of sunlight in the center of the lid, and the word "Health" inscribed in delicate, quirky, artistic letters. Elsa allowed herself to smile at this box and brush her fingertips along the edge of the flower, before closing the drawer carefully.

"Soon," she promised quietly. With that she stood and took the boxes to the balcony, where her magic is usually at it's strongest. She set the boxes side-by-side on the floor, then took three steps back: one for herself, and one each for the two people she was bringing back into her life and her family. Then she took a breath, and the magic began.

She felt the moonlit, glowing aura that always enveloped her being grow brighter and brighter, until it was as if the light of the moon was no longer a reflection of the light from the sun, but instead came from deep within her heart, bathing the palace, the moon, and the world below in a pure, white light that sparkled as it reflected off the fallen snow. Elsa felt her own magic grow as the light increased, and when the wintery love inside of her was as strong as it could be, she extended both of her arms—palms opened downwards—towards the two boxes on the floor, and released a flurry of snowflakes. The snowflakes were of all shapes, sizes and patterns, and wrapped and curled and wound their way around the boxes until they were enveloped in a swirling stream of intricately decorated snow. The flurries gained speed, and wound around the boxes faster and faster as Elsa's light grew ever brighter, and finally, in a fantastic climax of love, snow, and magic, the lids were forced open with a burst of moonlight so blinding that even Elsa couldn't see through it. When the magic finally faded and the Guardian of Love finally felt normal, she opened her wintery blue eyes to see three familiar faces standing before her.

One face belonged to a petite girl, with wild, fiery red hair, enchanting blue eyes, and a deep blue dress with long, flowing sleeves to avoid restricted movement, and embroidered leaves hiding small hearts and Celtic knots along the edges in elegant, gold thread. She had a golden quiver on her back, filled to the brim with arrows enchanted arrows, and a golden bow in her hand that was decorated with the same Celtic knots as on her dress. The second face belonged to a tall, young man, with shaggy, windswept brown hair, brave, green eyes, and a caring, courageous smile. He had one metal foot, yet still held himself with a grace and strength that could only come from someone who knows he has defied all odds to get there. Standing beside him, with his head bowed to fit underneath the man's arm, was a dragon, as black as night, with wide, catlike, green eyes and a defensive stance. The three blinked in the changing light, and as soon as the dragon's green eyes settled on Elsa, he charged at her.

Elsa raised her arms, but not to defend herself against the black beast speeding towards her. Within seconds she was on her back on the cold floor of her balcony, with a smiling, toothless dragon hovering above her face. She heard a small laugh from where the man and the girl were standing side-by-side, and a groan that was unmistakably male.

"Toothless! Get down!" he called, and walked over to pull the dragon off of the queen, his one metal foot clanking on the ice. Toothless slowly got off her and moved to stand next to his friend and master, and Elsa stood up and brushed herself off.

"Thanks, Hiccup," she said, and he nodded in her direction.

"No problem, Elsie," he said, using Anna's nickname for her. She smiled at him, and moments later, she was being hugged by a petite girl with wild, red curls and deceivingly strong arms. Elsa smiled and hugged the girl back.

"Hey, Merida," she said, and the girl pulled back to smile at her.

"Elsa! How've ya been?" she exclaimed, and Elsa laughed.

"I've been good. We've missed you two," she said with a smile, and Hiccup came forward to wrap an arm around his wife.

"So, what's been going on? Where are we?" he asked, and Elsa took a breath.

"On the moon. I decided it was time for you two to join Jack, Anna, Kristoff, Eugene, Pabbie, Pitch and I as Guardians. There's a new threat, and we need help from family we trust," the Spirit of the Moon explained, and Merida's head tilted to the side.

"A new threat? Ay, what've ye done now to have a new enemy after ye?" she asked in her thick, Scottish accent, and Elsa felt the corners of her mouth tilt up in a small smile.

"I don't think I did anything. It's Medusa. She attacked me, and we need help stopping her," Elsa explained, and before the two could ask another question, she heard a noise similar to tapping coming from inside. She held up a hand to signal her cousins to wait there, and then went to find the source of the sound. What she saw shocked her. Instead of her reflection staring back at her, she saw Pitch Black standing in her mirror, looking very concerned. She ran across the frozen floor of her bedroom and sat in front of the Guardian of Fear.

"Elsa! There you are! I've been trying to reach you for the last five minutes," he exclaimed, and Elsa knit her brow together in confusion.

"Pitch? You're supposed to be with the others," she said slowly, and he shook his head quickly.

"I know, I know. But I needed to tell you this. The lie you caught me in earlier, it had nothing to do with not thinking Periwinkle would want me there. There was a very specific frost pattern along the edge of the letter we received, and I know it didn't come from either you or Jack. It was designed to look like snakeskin covering the edges of the paper. The last time I saw a frost pattern like that was when my daughter's boyfriend Timothy died," he said, and Elsa's heart sank. She had known there was a risk in allowing her family to go, since she had seen their enemy in a dream, but she had let the frost on the paper go unnoticed. She opened her mouth to say something, but all sounds were masked by the emergence of a loud, shrill, terrified scream that was all two familiar to everyone in the palace. Elsa's eyes widened, and became bigger than anyone thought could be possible, and frost began to spread across the floor from underneath her heeled boots.

"Pitch, go. I'll be there with Hiccup, Toothless, and Merida as soon as possible," she ordered in her most regal queen-tone, and the Guardian nodded before vanishing, leaving Elsa staring at her wide-eyed, fearful reflection. She got up and rushed outside, determined not to waste a single second of their time.

"Ay, Elsa, that sounded like Anna. Is she okay?" Merida asked, concern evident in her voice, and Elsa took a breath to still her shaking hands.

"I don't know. We're going to find out. Hiccup, Merida, if you would prefer to ride on Toothless, go for it. He'll be fast enough to follow me. But we have to go now," she commanded, and the two nodded before climbing on the back of the dragon. Elsa moved closer to the edge of the balcony and held her hands out, with her palms opened towards the sky. The wind around them began to pick up speed, and tugged gently at Elsa's braid, Merida's curls, Hiccup's already windblown hair, and Elsa's shortened cape.

"Wind, take me to my family!" she called in a clear voice, and the wind began to gain speed around them. Soon, Elsa felt the strangely comforting sensation of her body being reduced to a flurry of snowflakes and carried off by the racing winds to find her loved ones, with a black dragon as dark as night following behind her, carrying two of her family members on his back.

Yay! Hiccup, Toothless, and Merida have joined the group! What do you think of them being a Guardian, and my take on how Elsa resurrects her family members (the box thing)? Also, bonus points to anyone who has an idea as to why Pitch took Elsa's snowflake with him when he left the room.

Thanks for reading everyone! Snowflakes of love and fun to you all!