Author's Note: Hi guys~ Finally Chappie 4! :3 sorry for the long delay, I kinda forgot my email and I honestly don't have Wi-Fi yet, but in the meantime, chappie 4 awaits! *o*

Jack

Jack can't get the picture of Elsa with Hitch out of his mind, and how she glared at him. His eyes burned with fury. He wished he can punch that prince, but he knew better than to do that. He can't.

He knew that if he did, his fist would just pass through. Navigating his way towards the Northern Mountains, he filled his thoughts with Elsa, all his attempts to see her was destroyed by that moment. He curled his hands into fists as he landed at the side of the mountain.

He shouted as loud as he can, not caring if his shouts would cause an avalanche. It did. But it was the biggest mistake he ever made. An avalanche started. He forgot on how his voice actually does affect the mountains.

CRASH! Something went. Jack looked down from the peak of the mountain. "Oh no." He murmured as he saw Elsa's ice castle— or what was left of it. Everything was covered in snow. He couldn't even get the tiniest glimpse of any part of the castle — it was gone.

Jack bit his lip and flew to the sight. He touched the snow for it to subside, just enough to show the bits of the castle. Scared, he ran away from the scene. He didn't mean to destroy it, he didn't mean to cause the avalanche. He ran fast, he didn't exactly know where, but he just did. He jumped and flew, making his way to the forest. Landing by the trees with what seemed to be frozen dew drops on their vines, he hit his head on the tree, whispering "Stupid, stupid, stupid!".

"I second that statement," said a familiar voice. Jack looked up and saw Bunny, leaning against one of the trees. "So, what've you done this time, mate?" He asked.

"Bunny? Is that you? Why are you here?"

He sighed. "I can't just let you hit yourself unconscious on that tree, now can I? It would be hard for the tree to be hurt with your hard head." He chuckled at his own joke.

Jack rolled his eyes but smiled anyway. "It's nothing, really."

He looked at jack, crossing his arms, as if saying Oh really?

"Fine, I accidentally caused an avalanche that destroyed this ice castle made by Elsa, who happens to be the love of my life!" He babbled as quickly as he could.

Too bad, because Bunny heard it. "You did what?" He asked, his eyes widening.

"I didn't mean to!" He whined, his head down.

"Look, mate, the only way to fix this is that you tell her."

"She'd despise me,"

"She'll understand better if you don't hide it from her."

"But—"

"Your choice, mate." And with that, he was gone. Jack was alone again, thinking of his next move.

He can't confront Elsa, she made it pretty clear that she didn't want to see him, even if she didn't say so. He didn't feel like doing anything at all. He leaned on his staff, looking at an empty space. Gesturing with his hand, he made snowflakes fall and pointed his staff towards the trees, making frosted patterns of snowflakes on them. He chuckled and continue to decorate the whole space, building a snowman, and two forts. He laughed and smiled as he made it, forgetting all of his worries. Just a few hours later, he had himself a whole playground made of snow and Ice! A frozen slide here, forts there, an igloo here, and beautiful spiralling patterns on everything.

He flew around his work, laughing. He rested on a tree branch, watching the moon. He asked a silent question to the man in the moon, why aren't I contented with this kind of life?/ With that, he drifted off to sleep.

Elsa

Elsa walked around with the prince again, laughing occasionally as he talked on how he almost tripped over his feet. By the looks of things, he seemed to be desperate to make conversation. "Okay, okay." She laughed, "How do you like it here, anyway?" She asked nervously.

"It's absolutely amazing," Hitch said, smiling. "Just like you."

"Great," She realized his added statement. "What?" She asked, tilting her head.

He laughed. "Nothing," As they passed by the gates.

"It's getting dark, I think you better be going," Elsa smiled, and waved at him as he walked backwards, waving back.

"See you tomorrow, Queen." He called out and walked away.

"So. When's the wedding?" Anna asked mockingly. How she got there? Elsa had no clue, but she was standing there, her arms crossed.

"What?" Elsa asked, while the gates closed. She shook her head and walked past Anna. "I just showed him aro—"

Anna sighed and hugged her sister. "Just don't make the same mistake that I made," She said, smiling and walking to her room.

Elsa simply smiled and went back to her own room. It can't be avoided that she pass by the room where her parents' portrait is. She felt a tight feeling in her chest while walking past the room. Everything in the hall seemed quieter, much peaceful for some odd reason. To drown out any unusual feeling, she hummed.

She felt much better getting back to her room. She sighed and turned the doorknob, excited for some reason. Looking around, her excitement was replaced with a sad, empty feeling. Even if she only actually talked to him for a short while, she felt a longing for Jack Frost. The image of his hurt face won't get out of her mind. She regretted getting mad at him. But what did he care about her life? She was busy arguing with herself that she almost thought she saw a wisp of white hair by the window. "Jack?" She whispered.
Elsa shook her head. "Can't be." She laughed at herself, but she couldn't help checking by the window. She felt a mixture of relief and disappointment when she saw nothing there. She paced around the room, not knowing what to do now, considering that she can't really sleep.

Maybe she could look for him and say how ridiculous and how she wasn't exactly thinking at that time. Maybe he would laugh and say it was alright. Well, it's not like he doesn't feel hurt, she reminded herself. Was she really dense enough to think that Jack would've taken this lightly?

Her thoughts were again disturbed by a familiar knock on the door, followed by a giggle.
"Come in," Elsa said, nodding. "What's wrong?"

Anna kind of blushed. "Is it okay if I stay the night here, I'm kind of scared..." She looked down, smiling sheepishly.

Her sister smiled and patted her back. "Go ahead, I don't mind— what's making you scared, anyway?"

Anna looked as if she got even redder as she sat on the bed. She whispered "n-nightmare."

"Tell me about it."

"Well, we were in our room— the old room we shared as kids. Then there was this weird shadow by the window. But when I blinked hard and rubbed my eyes, it was gone and Hans was standing in front of you with his sword aimed at your heart and For some odd reason, I can't move... He stabbed you, and he went to me. I was still paralyzed when he tried to choke me — and I woke up. It felt so real I didn't know what to do when I woke up, so I went to look for you."

Elsa tried to smile encouragingly, but she herself was startled by her dream. "It's just, umm, dream, Anna. It's not real." Though she said this, she knew that some dreams meant something, especially if she actually felt it was so real. "Hans is no match for us, now is he?"

Anna laughed halfheartedly. "That is true."

"I don't feel really sleepy at the moment so you go sleep, I'll just be by the balcony, okay?"

She nodded, feeling safer already. Just before Elsa went out the balcony, "Hey sis?" She called out.

"Hmm?"

"Thanks a bunch," She smiled. And her sister nodded, smiling.

Outside, it was very quiet. The night sky was so beautiful, and the village glowed with a soft light— kids' night-lights, probably. Elsa sighed at the beauty. Even if her balcony was the last place she saw Jack, it still made her felt relaxed.

She leaned on the railings. She missed him so much, and she knew it. It would be really nice if she could just see him again and apologize.

That's it! All she had to do was apologize. It's not that bad for a plan, right? She smiled. Just as she walked back, she heard a very unfamiliar voice.

"Do you really think Jack Frost wants to see you again, hmm?" It said. Elsa saw darkness swirl by the edge of her vision. She whirled around to face the darkness.

"Who are you?" Her eyes narrowed as she readied herself if she needed to defend herself.

The shadow laughed and appeared to be a man, with ash-grey skin and pitch black hair. He wore all black, and had elf-like ears. "I am fear, my name is Pitch." He grinned.

"Fear? What do you mean?" She lowered her hands, watching him cautiously.

Pitch sighed. "You've met Jack Frost, he's a guardian and he's in charge of winter, while I might not be called a guardian — but I am in charge for fear and nightmares." He laughed.

Elsa gulped, did he know of her fear? She hid her nervousness and faced him. "And, you are here for what reason?" She raised an eyebrow.

He smirked. "Oooh masked bravery, hmm? Why not take that mask of and just face your fear?"

She gritted her teeth and stood straight. "I won't let my fear control me." She said firmly.

He chuckled "We'll see, Snow Queen." And with that, he disappeared into the night.

Elsa shook her head, and went in, sitting on the edge of the bed. She looked at Anna, who was peacefully sleeping beside her. What if Jack actually doesn't want to see her? maybe Jack had a talk with Pitch? Were they close or something?

She shook her head and sighed. She felt horrible, maybe she could ask Anna to watch her work for her tomorrow. She felt like going back to the Ice castle — it was the only place, besides her balcony, she could be calm in.

She suddenly thought of something — if Jack was a part of a fairytale, then Pitch should be one too!

Elsa tried to look for the book. She sighed and looked at Anna again. "I'll see you later, I'll just be at the castle library. And she strode out the room quietly.

Pitch appeared by Anna's side, grinning. He touched Anna's dream and it instantly turned into another nightmare. He laughed and disappeared again.

It was very, very quiet inside the library. Elsa clicked on the lights and started to look for the fairytale book. She looked and looked, she almost gave up until she found a really thick book. She felt excitement rush through her.

Taking it off its shelf, she almost fell over. The book was really heavy. She huffed as she set it on one of the tables.

"Pitch... Pitch.." She whispered, flipping through the pages quickly. She caught a glimpse of his name. "Aha! Pitch... Black?" She said in a confused whisper. She gasped as she remembered the fairytale. Her eyes widened, and panic rose up her. "Oh no—"

The next second, she heard screaming.