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Chapter 20 Loved Ones

Elsa's POV

Several weeks had passed since I had been made a Guardian. Selena knew that Pitch would be making Nightmares for the inevitable battle, so she asked her father to send help, and he did; several dozen Star Warriors per week. I hoped it would be enough.

I was standing with Selena, watching the Star Warriors appear, when one came up to us. He was dressed in silver armor, and held a silver spear in his left hand with a sword at his side. His face showed no emotion, but his eyes held respect.

"Your Highness." He bowed to Selena.

"Yes, Jacin?" Selena prompted.

"His Majesty, your father, asked me to inform you that he believes this to be a sufficient amount of Star Warriors," Jacin reported.

"Thank you, Jacin. You may return to your troops," Selena told him.

Jacin bowed low before turning and walking toward his army.

Selena turned to me. "We should go train for the battle ourselves."

I nodded. "You're right, let's go."

We walked to the training room, finding Merida shooting at the many targets and hitting the bullseye every time. Rapunzel was using her hair as a lasso and a whip, as well as a rope to swing and dodge from moving mannequins North had placed in the training room to act as the enemy. Eugene had a cast iron frying pan in one hand, and a sword in the other and he was fighting two other mannequins at once. Kristoff and Anna made quite a team. They were back to back, and in Anna's hands was a sword, while Kristoff had his trusty pickaxe. Hiccup was swinging his flaming sword, while Astrid brandished her double-headed axe.

Jack was standing there, looking impressed. He turned and smiled at me. "Hey, Snowflake," he greeted me. "Come to train?"

I smiled back and nodded.

Jack's POV

Suddenly, I heard a voice I hadn't heard for three hundred years. "Jack!"

And there she was. Still in her brown dress with her brown hair flowing out behind her and her brown eyes shining. She raced toward me and wrapped her arms around my waist, causing me to bend down to hug her small, ten-year-old body.

"Emily," I murmured.

"Papa," Elsa breathed.

I looked up. About ten feet from Elsa stood a tall, broad-shouldered man. He had golden hair and beard, and kind, green eyes. He wore royal blue garments and black dress shoes.

Elsa practically ran into him and embraced him will all she had. "I never got to say goodbye." Tears snaked their way down her face.

Her father held the same expression. "I'm so proud of you, Elsa. You gained control of your power and became a guardian. I doubt any father was ever as proud of his daughter than I am of you."

"Where is he?" boomed a voice that could challenge North's.

"Dad!" Hiccup ran into his father's welcoming arms.

Everywhere I looked there was happiness; it seemed everyone got someone to hug or chat with.

I felt a tug and looked to my sister.

"Jack, can we ice-skate for real this time?" she inquired.

I grinned. "Sure. The last one was kind of short, wasn't it?"

Elsa brightened, having overheard what me and Emily had said. "What if I made it? Then you could see what I can do, Papa."

Elsa's father smiled. "Of course you can. I'd like to see what you're capable of."

Elsa grinned and led the way outside. I hoisted Emily onto my shoulders before following the father and daughter. Emily shrieked in surprise when I decided to fly after the pair.

"Elsa? Where are you going?" Anna inquired. "Hi, Jack and company. Where are –" She stopped, her jaw dropping, her eyes filling with tears. "Papa?"

Her father turned and opened his arms to her. "Anna."

Anna ran into her father's embrace, tears spilling down her cheeks. Emily sniffled and I looked up to see her wiping tears from her eyes. I gave her a smile as my eyes also began to grow watery.

"Okay, stop it," I ordered. "Before we all drown."

Anna, Elsa, and their father laughed.

"And who is this?" their father questioned.

Elsa put her hand in mine. "Papa, this is Jack Frost and – uh…"

"My sister, Emily," I added. "Pleased to meet you, Your Majesty."

He smiled. "You may call me Aagnar, Jack. I'm guessing by the way my daughter is holding your hand that she's special to you."

Elsa blushed while I nodded. "I love Elsa very much."

Elsa squeezed my hand before letting go and stepping away from the others. "Shall I make an ice rink?"

Anna and Emily nodded eagerly as Aagnar raised an eyebrow, looking intrigued. I let Emily off my back and perched on my staff, ready to enjoy the look of amazement on my sister's face.

Elsa stomped on the snow, creating an ice rink large enough for a hockey game. She rose ice pillars around it, making them join together like arches. She added thin ice walls and a roof in between the arches. Insert hundreds of snowflake designs, and it was finished.

"What do you think?" Elsa asked her father.

"Impressive," he replied." Very impressive."

Something in his tone had changed. He sounded more like a scheming mad scientist than a proud father.

Elsa noticed it too. "Papa?"

Aagnar began to laugh; a deep, evil laugh, sounding more and more like Pitch all the time. Emily soon followed, giggling like I had fallen for a prank she had pulled. Laughter began rising from the workshop too. All our allies began running out of the workshop to stand by me, Elsa, and Anna. We all looked confused, yet terrified at the same time.

Aagnar and Emily began dissolving into black sand, rising up and joining the sand already in the air. The laughter didn't stop, but it changed, sounding more like several adults laughing. The sand finally began to float back to the ground, separating into over a dozen silhouettes. The sand eventually dissipated to reveal eight humans, and over twice as many dragons.

Pitch was in the front, and by his side was a woman who was completely white; white hair, white skin, white dress. She was followed by Isa and James, who looked very pleased with themselves. There were two orange-haired men who appeared to be twins, a vain-looking woman, a sneering man with sideburns, and a bulky man who appeared to be controlling the dragons.

The woman was staring right at Elsa, as if she knew her better than she knew herself.

"Jack," Elsa's voice was shaky, and she turned to me to show that she was as pale as the snow around us. "Is that who I think it is? Is that the real Snow Queen?"

"No," I told her, with confidence in my voice. "That woman is one version of her, but you are the real Snow Queen. You are the one Mani chose to be a Guardian, not her. And just knowing that gives me more assurance than ever that we can win this battle."

"But, Jack, I'm scared," Elsa confessed.

I was about to reply when I was caught in a flashback. Jamie and Emily had said the same thing, and I had answered them the same.

"It's okay, it's okay," I whispered to Elsa. "Don't look down, just look at me. You're gonna be alright. I promise, I promise. You're gonna be – we're gonna be fine."

She flung her arms around me. "I love you, Jack. Don't you ever forget that."

I returned the embrace. "I won't, Elsa. I love you too. So much more than you could ever know."

I turned to see everyone facing me and Elsa. "Are we all ready?" I asked them.

They all nodded in unison, everyone's face set in determination. A horse whinnied from one of the many dozen mounted Star Warriors with General Jacin at the head. He also nodded in readiness. Elsa and I exchanged a glance. We were going to lead them into battle, and we were going to lead them out victorious. We all turned to face the Dark Army.

This was it. Two armies on the battlefield, ready to continue the neverending war between good and evil. One side standing for hate and destruction of the hopes and dreams of a child. The other defending the children and standing for hope and love.

My army was ready, but so was Pitch's. He summoned his Nightmares and came toward us, and I gave a signal to have ours also surge forward. Soon, the Dark and Light Armies would clash for the first time in recorded history.

We were ready, or so we thought.