Chapter 13 Building
Elsa's POV
I suddenly had an idea. "Hey, do you want to build something? Together?"
"Like, a building?" Jack asked.
I nodded.
"Alright," Jack agreed. "But where?"
"What about right here?" I suggested.
Jack grinned. "Okay. You go first." He flew up to give me room.
I stomped on the snow and created a large, circular floor made of ice, and rose snowy pillars around it. I stepped out of the building, gesturing for Jack to go.
He flew in and swung his staff in an arc above him. A large dome started to appear on the pillars, and when it was finished, Jack ran his staff around the inside of the dome, frost spiralling everywhere. He flew to the side; my turn.
I walked to the center, thinking for a second. I moved my arms as if lifting something heavy, and rose the pillars and created a floor between the roof and the floor I stood on. I waved a hand, creating a staircase to the second floor. Walking up them, I made two rooms, each with a large bed and a window above the bed. I flew back downstairs, nodding to Jack.
I watched him step to the far side of the bottom floor. He tapped the floor and something began to construct upwards.
When it finished, I grew confused and walked up to Jack. "A record player? What's this for?"
"A record of course!" Jack replied, putting a record in the player. A slow waltz came from the speaker. Jack leaned his staff against a pillar and gave a low bow. "May I have this dance, your highness?" he inquired.
I began to feel awkward. "Thank you, but I don't dance," I told him.
Jack straightened up. "Don't, or can't?"
"Can't," I admitted. "I never learned."
"Would you like to learn?" Jack offered.
I was surprised. "You know how to waltz?"
Jack shrugged. "You'd be surprised what someone will do when he gets bored enough. Would you like me to teach you?"
"Yes."
"Alright. Put your right hand on my shoulder, and your left in my hand," Jack directed.
I did as he told me, and he placed his left hand on my back, pulling me a bit closer.
"Just follow my lead," he murmured.
It took a while, but I was soon dancing without his direction. Jack twirled me around and dropped me into a dip, holding me there for several minutes. We were both breathing hard and grinning like idiots.
"That was fun," I breathed.
Jack stood me back on my feet. "I'm glad you had fun," he responded, still trying to catch his breath. "I noticed that you made a couple of bedrooms upstairs, and it's getting late. Do you want to spend the night here?"
I nodded. "Okay. And thanks, Jack. For everything." I stretched up and kissed him on the cheek. "I'm going to bed."
A slow smile spread across his face. "I'll follow you up."
I was having a nightmare. I was watching myself walking down a dingy hallway. Pitch appeared at the end, grinning his evil grin.
"You came," he remarked.
My dreaming self raised one eyebrow. "Why wouldn't I? You made me an offer I can't refuse."
"So, you agree?" Pitch asked.
"Yes."
Pitch clenched a fist and darkness began to swirl around my dreaming self. When the darkness subsided, she looked different. Instead of blond hair and a blue dress, she had black hair and a black dress. She opened her eyes to reveal glowing purple irises.
She looked herself over, smiling. "I haven't felt so good in a long time," she said.
Pitch turned to face me, the other me following the suit. "Hello, Elsa," he greeted me. "What a pleasant surprise."
"What am I doing here?" I demanded. "Where are we? What have you done to her?" I pointed to the young woman beside Pitch.
"So many questions! This is Isa," Pitch introduced.
"Is that what you would've done to me if I had joined you?" I asked.
"Who's to say I didn't. This is your dark self, and she is as part of you as your light self. Enjoy being two people!"
As he finished, Pitch disappeared, and as the dream continued, Isa smirked.
"Well," came a voice that must have been Isa's. "This should be interesting."
Third Person
In the other room, Jack was having the same dream, only with his dark self.
"This is weird," James remarked. "I can see what you're thinking and feeling, without even meaning to."
"Huh," Jack grunted. "Me too."
"Wait, I want to try something," James said.
"What are you trying?" Jack's last word turned into a yell as he found himself falling. He soon landed with a thud on something solid.
"Jack?" Jack turned to see Elsa. "Jack, what are you doing here? Aren't we dreaming?"
"Man, she is the most beautiful woman I've ever seen!" James commented. "No wonder you like her so much!"
"Shush!" Jack hissed.
"What?" Elsa asked.
"Um, nothing!" Jack replied hastily. "I wasn't talking to you."
"Who were you talking to?"
"James," Jack answered honestly.
"James? Is he your invisible friend?" Elsa teased.
"I wouldn't call him my friend," Jack corrected.
"Well, you could!" James put in.
"He's my dark self," Jack continued. "Pitch introduced him to me today."
"You have one too?" Elsa was surprised.
"Too?" Jack echoed.
Elsa nodded. "I have one. Her name is Isa." Jack and Elsa's bodies began to fade. "We must be waking up," she realized. "I'll see you in the morning."
Jack nodded before they both faded entirely.
