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Pitch was happy. His plan might be delayed, but everything was still falling right into place. Jack Frost had truly done a number on Elsa by killing her sister. It might not have been caused by her magic, but she could be convinced that it was her fault. She had created this snow storm, after all. That girl would be so lost in her fear that she would not hesitate to embrace his plan, the plan that allowed her to get revenge on the people that shunned her.

He was spending his time within the kingdom, watching the panic grow in the villagers surrounding him. His nightmares were helping, providing them with dreams of Elsa's return, an increase in the power of the storm, and even dreams of the winter never ending. He was especially happy to see children's eyes following him as he moved through town, showing him that they were beginning to believe in him.

Pitch had promised Jack a day, something that he relished in. Jack would grow fearful, panicking over what might come now. Jack Frost might be strong, but without the other Guardians, he did not stand a chance against Pitch. This world would belong to him, a world free of Guardians where he could create as much fear and darkness as he pleased.

Today, Pitch was observing the latest development in his plans. He had planted fear in all of them that their precious princess would not return. Today, he had sent his nightmares to find her lost horse and bring it here. As soon as the terrified horse came running in, he felt himself smile at the reactions of the others. "Princess Anna is in trouble. I need volunteers to go with me to find her." the prince stated.

Pitch needed someone to find her body. Without that, news would never reach Elsa about her sister's fate. It was risky, putting Elsa in danger of being attacked, but Pitch was confident that their fear of the queen was too great for them to confront her. "I volunteer two men, my Lord!" a short man called out, but his next commands angered Pitch. He needed to make sure those guards were frightened out of their minds on this trip. He could not let them follow the Duke's orders.

Afraid of having his plan fall apart, Pitch followed the men into the forest on their journey. He would make sure they found the dead princess. Once her body was found, he would attack and obliterate all of the army, leaving only one alive to tell the tale of how the princess was killed by this winter. Elsa would remain alive to join him, her fear and anger growing as she heard the news of what happened. Pitch would win and control this world, he just needed to finish this one last task.

Grand Pabbie was worried about this dark omen. It had been years since the cursed magic users walked within this world. He had heard the rumors about them, that the moon granted them their powers. He still remembered stories about when they existed here and how much they had struggled to be seen. None of them had succeeded, not after years of trying. What made Jack Frost so different?

Looking at the ground, Grand Pabbie wondered if the right choice had been made all those years ago. He technically was one of those beings, a being cursed with magic just like all the other rock trolls. It was their magic that helped others gain their freedom. As children failed to believe, the other cursed beings grew lonely. Some of them just got depressed and longed for an end while others wanted revenge. The rock trolls were the only ones still believed in, simply due to the fact that they aided adults and children alike. Their powers were more discreet, able to alter memories which left belief in them strong here.

It had been the magic of the trolls that ended the misery of the others, a spell that many had forgotten. Trolls were the only cursed beings that died with age. They lived like humans, having family and friends amongst their own kind. Grand Pabbie remembered stories he had been told about the long search of the rock trolls, the one that had happened right after the Man in the Moon came into existence. All of them wished to help their fellow spirits and protect the people of this land. The trolls had developed a way of removing the curse of magic from someone. It had been a drastic measure, one that resulted in the death of many friends. The trolls had gone into hiding then, feeling guilt and regret over what their spell had done. They had merely wished to make them human again, not end their lives.

As time went on, the trolls witnessed more cursed beings arise, once again trying to gain the belief of the world around them. The rock trolls had altered their spell and tried again, this time with more success. They lost their memories of everything from the past, but they had become human once more. It was better than the alternative, so the rock trolls were satisfied with the spell. It had been passed down for generations, to the next leader of their tribe. Grand Pabbie was now the holder of that spell, the only one who knew how to use it. Staring down at the scroll in his hand, he debated what to do.

The boy that had come here, Jack, had been shocked to hear himself labeled as cursed. He had the look of a man that understood what it was like to be alone, that knew isolation, but he did not look like he had abandoned hope. Jack had looked like a man with an inner light, something that kept him going no matter what happened. He had found ways to enjoy his existence, even if he couldn't be seen. Grand Pabbie did not know if he should take that away from him or not.

"Why did you bring them back?" he asked, looking at the sky. Last he heard, the moon had moved on from this world. It had chosen a new world to receive its curse, which left the trolls as the only Guardians in this world. They had done their job, protecting the people here from all dangers. Even on the rare occasions that someone was born with magic, the trolls had given their aid and protected normal humans from the danger they created.

One of the younger rock trolls, Little Rock, approached from behind Grand Pabbie. "What are you doing?" he asked, confused as to why their leader was up so late. It was normally time for them to sleep, hidden in their rock forms. "Nothing, child. Just thinking about the world and the dangers it holds." Grand Pabbie responded, his mind still focused on Jack Frost. It might be time for the trolls to come out of hiding and help the humans directly. Grand Pabbie could sense a great danger coming. He did not like the trembling he could sense in the ground below him, as if the earth itself was afraid of their future. Something big was happening, something that even the ancient rock trolls might not understand. Perhaps that was why this Jack Frost was here. Glancing at the scroll again, Grand Pabbie decided to wait just a little longer before using it. They could use the help of another Guardian.

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