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And indeed, she saw him. XDD

Princess Elsa had a dream.

It was happy, golden. She was out the castle, in the snow. Jack was there too, laughing with her.

They were having the time of their lives, building up snowmen and making snow angels. They didn't use their magic, but felt the snow slipping through her fingertips.

It was ages since she's left her room. Even if it had only been a dream.

But then it changed.

Blackness consumed the shimmer.

She saw him.

A tall man with slick black hair and gray skin.

She didn't know him. But somehow she recognized him in her faintest memories.

She couldn't recall it, but she knew she had seen this man somewhere.

"Where have I seen you before?" she inquired.

All the answer she got was a dark chuckle.

Then it hit her, the flashback of her cowering in fear behind her parents, as the trolls healed Anna.

There he was, his shadow across the floor, with a satisfied smile as if he shot a clean arrow through his prey.

"You were there, with the trolls."

It wasn't a question. It was a statement.

He gave a wry grin before disappearing into the dark.

And she woke with a start.

Sweating and panting, without any idea of what left her that way. But the emotion struck her as terror.

The sketchpad.

The thought hit her somehow.

She approached it gingerly. Delicately flipping open the pages before shutting it close and grasping her own chest, shivering on the ground in front of her desk.

It was a nightmare.

She didn't know how she could have known that, but she recognized the screeching shape of the horse-like figure with eyes blazing lifeless rubies and steam pouring out of its nostrils, charging in her direction like it was about to leap off the page and into her room.

It was a wonderfully drawn picture.

But how did it get there?

Her coloring pencils lay neatly inside their places, with the only exception of black and red, which were thrown roughly beside her sketch book, scribbling off the pages and rubbing on the desk a bit.

It could be easily erased.

Elsa did just that.

She could've ripped up the picture of the nightmare and crumble it off, maybe throw it away and she'll never see it again.

But she left the page sitting in her sketch book.

"Elsa?"

The reassuring voice laced with concern melted her worries away, and she turned to see Jack at her window.

"Wait a second."

She picked up her sketch book and stored it back on her shelf.

"Anything new?"

"No, not really."

Jack didn't need to know about it, yet.

She didn't want him panicking over something so unimportant：he had better things to worry about.

Give it time and it will pass.

She told herself.

I'm about to reach story point, very major here.

I'm not quite sure what's gonna happen either, even though I have a plot in my mind.

So, stick to find out?

I'll be thinking more about how to put them into words too.

Also I changed the cover if anyone noticed.

I had to print out a copy before I dared coloring it. ^_^