Okay, so I realized this was the last chapter, and decided to give it to you guys today! Let me know what you thought of the book! Half of this was actually rewritten, so this was the better version! Hope you guys like it!

Buh-bye!

~Tigerflight

Chapter 22 Impossible

Jack's POV

A few weeks had passed since the battle. I still couldn't cope with what had happened. All I did was lay in one of the bedrooms in the building Elsa and I had made. I was grateful that it was summer around the world, and I was not needed.

I knew that everyone was worried about me, including Bunny, which meant that they thought I wasn't going to be alright ever again. They were right of course. I had lost my Snowflake for a second time. What was I to do now? I was no longer the Guardian of Fun, and I doubted that I would be again. I was no one, and I didn't want to do anything but lay here in the ice house, and think of my Snowflake.

My mind was plagued with 'if only's, trying to calm itself and comfort me. If only I had fought with Elsa instead of helping the other Guardians… if only she had allowed Pitch to kill me… if only we had defeated Pitch earlier… if only… if only… if only…

But it was no use. All I could think about was that Elsa had sacrificed herself to save me, and everyone else. It should have been me. She would have been able to live on without me, wouldn't she? No, a little part in me answered. She would have done the same thing you're doing.

Again, I wondered what I was supposed to do. But before I could think of something, a soft voice called from downstairs.

"Jack?"

It was Anna. What was Anna doing here?

"Jack, you're not the only one to lose her for a second time. I know you're hurting, and so am I. I thought –" She had to pause as her voice cracked with unshed tears. "I thought you might need to cry."

I rose from the white bed and walked down the icy stairs to see Anna walking around the room. "Hello, Anna."

She turned to face me, looking as tired as I felt. "Is this the place you told me about?"

I nodded. "We built it together. I taught her to dance here."

Anna smiled and walked over to the record player. "A waltz I see. She always did worry about being asked to dance because she couldn't. How do you know how to dance?"

That managed to get a small smile out of me. "You'd be surprised what a Winter Spirit will do when he gets bored enough."

"Not really," Anna replied. "You forget that I was alone for thirteen years, as well as locked in a castle. Fairly sure I exceeded everything that is possible to do when someone is in that situation."

"I guess."

A silence fell upon both of us. We were thinking of her. Her smile, her laugh, the mischief that could show in her eyes when she was about to throw a snowball at you. How much love meant to her; how much we meant to her. And how she meant to us.

"I, um," Anna stuttered. "I just wanted to make sure you were okay. And to let you know that you're not alone."

"Thank you," I murmured. "I think I'll just go for a walk, or something if you don't mind. I'm still not completely ready to be around people."

Anna nodded in understanding. "Alright. But we are here for you, Jack. Everyone is."

Anna's POV

I glanced back at Jack one last time before walking back to the workshop. There I found Selena pacing around, her brow furrowed and muttering something to herself.

"Is something wrong?" I asked the Guardians, who were standing by her.

"We don't know," Tooth answered. "She's been like this for a while now."

Selena's head suddenly snapped up. "There's a new Guardian being born!"

"And why is that so special?" Bunny inquired.

Selena looked more excited than I had ever seen her. "Because she's already been born before!"

Jack's POV

I found myself spotting Elsa's ice castle on the horizon before I even knew where I was flying to. Why come here, I didn't know. Perhaps to see it one more time?

I entered on the balcony to find it the same as Elsa and I had left it, with the snow still on the ground from our war. I walked to the center of the room, and spun in a circle, taking in the whole room. Then I spotted something I did not wish to see so soon.

Several Nightmares made their way around the snow piles, whinnying fiercely. I must have been afraid without knowing it, and it led them to me. Something opened inside me that had been wanting to for weeks.

I glared at the horses made of black sand. "Do you want me?" I asked, my voice tight with anger. "Come and get me!"

That was all they needed. The Nightmares lunged for me, but I blasted them all with my ice. But like before, the more Nightmares that were destroyed, the more appeared. I swung my staff around, my heart pumping with the adrenaline my anger was giving.

"It's all your fault!" I shouted. "You killed her! You killed her! She'd still be alive if it weren't for you! But now she's gone! Gone! All because you couldn't keep her safe!"

There were more Nightmares than ever now, and angry, guilt-filled tears streamed down my face. I didn't know how much longer I could fight them, but if I stopped, maybe I would be with her. Then I could tell her I was sorry for killing her, for causing her death.

Suddenly, arrows came out of nowhere and hit the Nightmares. At first, I wasn't sure they would destroy the sand. But then they began to vanish as the archer quickly dispatched of them in a speed that would rival Merida's.

"Now that makes twice that I've saved you," spoke the archer, who was still behind me and not visible. "I thought I told you not to make me do it again."

The speaker had affection in her voice, and I'm pretty sure my heart nearly stopped. No, it was impossible. I turned to see the speaker.

It was a young woman with pale skin and braided blond hair that was nearly white, and had both a pale blue streak and a light pink streak in it. She wore a white leather breastplate and armored skirt with pale leggings and leather pads on her fore and upper arms. She had fancy white sandals with leather lacings that traced up her legs to her knees, and a quiver of multicolored arrows strapped to her back. She hung the bow across her chest and looked at me with her blue eyes.

Her smile was small. "I bet you can hardly recognize me anymore with this get up, but I promise you it is me. I simply have a different name now."

"But it can't be possible," I whispered. "You're dead." It had to be Pitch pulling a cruel joke on me.

"The Snow Queen died," the archer corrected. "She died for love, and so Cupid, the Guardian of Love was born. I still have my ice magic, but that is reserved for you to use. You are the Spirit of Winter, I am not. My destiny was always to become the Guardian of Love."

A small chuckle rose out of me. "Am I supposed to call you 'Cupid', now?"

"No," she responded. "That's my Guardian name. To you, I am Elsa."

I walked over, and put my hand to her cheek, tears coming to my eyes as I realized that this was real. "Snowflake. My Snowflake. You were gone; dead. But now you have returned."

"I made a promise, didn't I?"