Pitch
I couldn't fathom how I was alive. The arrow had been removed from my back, but the memory of the pain was still clear in my mind. I frowned at my hands, half-expecting them to vanish again but they remained solid. I snapped my head up, quickly at the sound of a scream, a powerful amount of fear surrounding me. So that was how I returned? Someone's fear was too strong.
I took in my surroundings, frowning at the snow before staring at the large Ice Palace. It was impressive, however I did not think it was something Frost could have created. I climbed up the large stair case, slowly, following the stench of fear through the doors.
Another scream echoed through the Palace from above me and I looked up at the glass ceiling, spotting a silhouette of feet pacing. I moved to the stairs and climbed, curious to find out who this person was. I pushed on the heavy door, walking in and frowned at the blonde-haired girl, as she froze, staring at me.
"W-who are you?" She asked, backing away from me, her fear growing. "What are you doing here?"
I stared back at her, surprised that she could see me. She must have been at least twenty and normally only kids would see us. I composed myself, quickly, giving her a smile. "I'm Pitch Black. And you are?"
Her fearful expression grew and she gasped, "P-Pitch Black? The Boogeyman? Why are you here?"
"Uh-huh," I smirked, smugly. "I answered your question. It is only fair you answer mine. Who are you?"
"I-I am Elsa," She stuttered, wringing her hands, nervously. "Now, tell me. Why are you here?"
"I am not sure," I admitted, walking over to the ice couch and sat down, tiredly. "Just pretend I'm not here. I am just going to regain my energy." I told her, breathing in her fear.
She shuddered, almost knowingly and continued her pacing, reluctantly. I felt my power returning, slowly and smiled. There was only one thought on my mind.
Toothiana.