I wake a few hours later, curled into Jack, who's lying on his side. He has an arm flung haphazardly over me, and he's snoring and muttering in his sleep. I giggle a bit as I push him away, rising sowly to my feet and pulling my hands through my hair. I yawn as I peer out through the wall of ice, surprised to see the sun is already dimming in the sky. What I thought was only a few hours was practically an entire day... I don't have time for such luxuries, but I can't help but reveal in how great I feel after such a long rest. I place my palms on the wall closest to me and furthest from Jack, focusing as I push it back and slip through the new opening. I close it behind me and walk in the opposite direction, my arms crossed over my chest. I shouldn't be laughing at Jack mumbling in his sleep, I shouldn't be using my powers, I shouldn't be letting myself dwell on how nice it felt to be wrapped up in his arms... I should be at home, with Anna, crying over my parents. I groan in furstration, and a light snow begins to fall where I stand. I don't feel like crying anymore. I have cried so much. A part of me doesn't want to return home. I could just stay here, spend my days with Jack and the snow, and Arendelle could continue on. It would be far better off with me there... But Anna needs me. She is somewhere in the castle, alone, holding her knees to her chest and crying over the death of her parents and wondering why her sister can't even be bothered to hug her and cry with her. I need to do this for her. I need to find out where my powers came from, and how to get rid of them. Then I can finally be there for her. I'm lost in my thoughts, and only snap to attention when I feel the wind pick up noticably. Assuming it's Jack I turn around with a small smile, though it quickly fades as my sights land on Pitch Black, who stands leaning against a tree, a horse made of shadows pawing the ground at his side. "Nice to see you again, Princess Elsa." He smiles, revealing his sharp, fang-like teeth. "Although I suppose this time you are Queen Elsa. "Why do you want?" I spit out, a shard of ice appearing in my palm, my eyes slanting in anger and fear, the latter of which I am desperately trying to hide. Pitch laughs, pushing himself from the tree and walking towards me. I falter once, then hold my ground. He reaches out a thin finger, which ends in a nail as sharp as a claw and touches it to the growing, pulsing shard of ice in my hand. Immdiately the ice shard turns black, and stops floating above my palm. The sharp end pierces my hand, and I shriek in pain, ripping it from my palm and tossing it to the ground. Blood flows from where it's hit, and Pitch makes a "tsk tsk" sort of sound as I press my hand to my clothing. I throw my left hand forward, and a wall of ice races toards him. He simply raises his hand, stopping it. I throw a shard at him again, and again he deflects it. Before I know it we're using our powers against each other- I with only my left hand, as I cradle my right against my chest, trying to stop the bleeding. I grunt as I fling a spear of solid ice towards him, again and again, until I can't anymore. I stumble backwards as he takes advantage of this moment I've stopped to breath by hurling a thick fog of shadow towards me. I trip and fall, gasping in pain as I try to catch myself on my injured hand. I don't have much time to think of it- Already I am mesmorized by the pictures floating in the shadow surrounding me. Of Anna nearly dying, of me nearly killing her, of my parents boat disappearing at see... And then the pictures change, and I am looking at myself, three years from now, bowing as someone places a crown a top my head. He mouthes the words "Queen Elsa!" and people cheer for me as I turn, looking out over them all. The picture warps and it's a few hours later- I am still glad in my robes and crown, and people still mill about. Anna is approaching my know, her hand in the hand of some red-haired man who is as handsome as he is muscular. She and I are talking, and I am appalled at something. She is even more appalled at my reaction. She shakes her head as I walk away, then she charges forward, tearing off one of my gloves. I flinch even as I watch it, already guessing what will follow. I am almost out the door when I loose whatever control I had, and fling out my hand. Shards of ice sprout from my palm, covering the floor. Everyone jumps back, starring at me with wide, horrified eyes. I run out. Not surprisingly, Anna follows at top speed. I'm standing at the edge of the lake, starring out over it and she calls my name. I turn to her, panic and fear clouding my eyes as I take a faltering step backwards. She runs towards me, smiling and offering her hands, and I don't run away. I see her mouth 'You don't have to hide it from me!' and the me on the shadow screen smiles, believing her. Anna had stopped on the top of the stairs to gauge my reaction, and now she is running towards me again, smiling. Shadow-me watches as she slips on the last stair, and shadow-me instinctively reaches out a hand. Both shadow-me and real-me watch in horror as I reach my hands forward to catch her and ice shoots from the hand without a glove, piercing Anna in the heart as she slips. She gasps and clutches her chest, stumbling backwards. The man she had been with runs to her and catches her in his arms, and we both watch as she turns to ice. "ANNA!" Real-me screams as I lunge towards the image in the shadows, falling forward as I do. Pitch laughs a bit, waving his hands and causing the shadows to disappear. "Is that what you want, Elsa? To return to her? And to still kill her?" He spits out, and I shake my head, scrabbling backwards in the snow as he hulks towards me. "I-I'm going to get rid of my powers." I shout back, flinching as he reaches a hand out towards me. "Oh, Elsa. You can't get rid of them. They are a part of you, forever." He frowns, once again pushing his hand towards me. I choke on tears I am holding back, and tentively reach out my uninjured hand, taking his and allowing him to help lift me to my feet. As soon as our hands touch I gasp as all of my fears consume me, I am nearly suffocated in the seconds it takes to rise to my feet and for him to immdiately release my hand and step back. "Why show me that, Pitch?" I wonder, my eyes pleading. "What do you want with me?" "Your powers, Elsa." He says simply, and his eyes flicker to the left. Mine follow. I gasp at the sight of forzen tendrils reaching from the ground and trees, all surrounded in black matter that seems to be pulsating. "I once had a similar encounter with Jack Frost. He, as foolish as he is, refused to join me. You, however, seem far smarter than that. Are you foolish enough to reject my offer, Elsa of Arendelle?" "What offer?" I ask, starring at what we have created, both appaled and amazed by it. Pitch smirks, his sharp rows of teeth poking out over his lip. "I want to offer you total control. Power. Yes, yes, you're going to be Queen in a matter of a few years, but such power will not last. Your sister will want it, strangers from afar will want, some will merely not want you to have it... I am offering you a chance to secure your position. Not a soul would dare try to usurp you when you have gifts such as these." He grins, flurishing towards the landscape I am already starring at. "I don't even want power to begin with, Pitch. You're talking to the wrong Princess." I answer back, folding my arms over my chest, blood sill trickling from my right palm. Pitch sneers, and the shadow steed that had accompanied him earlier returns to his side, snorting, it's eyes wide and wild. "But you are going to have it anyway. Wouldn't you like to secure something so valuable?" He smiles, although he already mounting the black steed. "Think about it, Elsa. Don't be foolish. It isn't fair for fear to control only your life... Don't you wish everyone knew the trials and tribulations you know?" He cackles, and the mare rushes forward, disappearing into the air after a few seconds. I can feel myself shaking from the whole encounter, and I take a moment to breathe. "Don't do anything stupid, Elsa." I tell myself, though the idea of everyone knowing what I have been throw is tempting... They all forced me to hide. They deserve a taste of their own medicine. I sigh. I am too young to be so bitter. And that isn't what worried me. What has shaken me to the core and trips me up and brings forth tears as I head "home" is the vision of Anna- I almost killed her once. I cannot cement her death. I cannot. - Author's Note: So this site is malfunctioning, but I wanted to put the part up, if it doesn't work correctly... Well, I will fix it as soon as the site is "fixed".