Elsa's POV*

I held the rose in my hands, still looking at it in awe. As I did, flashbacks of me and Jack overcame my mind.

"Hi, My name is Jack Frost."
"My name's Elsa."
"I hope to see you soon Jack."
"I can't! I'm only making it freeze up more!"
"It's okay! It's okay! Don't worry."
"Thank you, Jack."
"The cold never bothered me anyway."
"Would it be okay if I stayed with you?"
"Jack, come down from that tree before you fall down!"
"Why should I? This is fun! You should see the view from up here!"
"Happy Birthday Elsa!"
"Happy Birthday Jack!"
"What is it that you needed to talk to me about Jack?"
"There is something really wrong with Dylan!"
"Wrong? Wrong as in him being just like you and me? Is that what you consider "wrong?"
"I'm trying to protect you right now."
"Protect me from what?!"
"I-I- I can't tell you."
"Snowball fight!"
"Jack!"
"No, no, no! Jack, wake up! Please wake up!"

The very last image I got was of Jack holding the rose in front of me, saying "Remember Elsa. Please remember," before he vanished from my line of view, leaving me holding the rose. I stumbled back a little, holding both sides of my head. I felt like my head was swimming. I closed my eyes and counted to ten before opening my eyes. I was no longer dizzy and everything around me was quiet. I then looked down at my feet and gasped in horror. Laying on the cold, snowy ground at my feet, was Jack. I quickly bent down and touched him with my shaking hand.
"Jack?" I said, touching his face. He was cold.
"Jack!" I cried out, shaking him by the shoulder, hoping he was just playing some trick on me. I hoped he was just faking to be asleep, that he'd wake up and tell me it was just a joke, but he didn't. He didn't even open his eyes. I quickly checked his pulse and looked for any signs of life. He wasn't breathing and I couldn't detect a pulse at all.
"No! No!" I cried, holding him in my arms as my tears fell down my face and on his. "Please open your eyes! Please!" I held on to him tighter, his face pressed up against my chest and my face in the crook of his neck. I ran my hand down his hair, which I noticed was now no longer white, but brown.
"What happened to you?" I asked him, hoping he'd reply back to me, but he didn't.
"Please don't leave me." I said softly. "Please, please come back to me." I reached my hand down to hold his, entwining my fingers with his.
"I love you." I said to him.

"It's a little too late for that, isn't it?" A voice said. I looked up and saw a dark, tall, slender man standing not too far away from us. He had an evil smirk on his face as he kept watching us. My hands tightened themselves around Jack and pressed him against me harder, twisting my body slightly away from the man, keeping a close eye on him so he wouldn't hurt us.

"Who are you?" I asked, looking him over.
"Let me introduce myself." He said, coming closer. "I am Pitch Black."
I held my hand up to him, signaling him to stop.
"Don't come any closer." I hissed at him. He stepped back.
"Oohh! Protective, ain't we?" He said, smirking at me.
"What do you want?" I asked him
"I came here to help you."
"Help me?" I looked at him in disbelief. "How?"
He pointed a long finger at Jack. "I can help you bring him back to life."
My eyes widened, looking down from Pitch back to Jack who still lay in my arms.
"Y-You can?" I asked, feeling hopeful for a moment.
"Yes, but a price is required." He said to me.
"Like what?" I asked.
"You come and join me." He said, grinning at me. I shuddered.
"But-but what about Jack?" I asked, looking back down at him.
"He would be brought back to life of course!" He said. "But, you would never be able to see him again. That's the price if you want me to help you."
I gripped Jack's body tighter and closed my eyes, attempting to think of a life without him by my side and being with Pitch. I couldn't. I just couldn't. But, I wanted Jack back more than anything. I started to cry again, not being able to bear that idea. I then felt his fingers cup my chin and lift my head up.
"Don't cry." He cooed. "I can help take your pain away."

Suddenly, I began having flashbacks.
"I can help take your pain away." That voice. I remember that voice!
I remember Dylan saying to me before he kissed me, right before Jack walked in on us. Right when he left, right when I was getting ready to go up to my room to get my snow globe and look for Jack. I remember Dylan not wanting to let me leave, attacking me with his magic. I remember getting hit with a blast of it and laying on the floor as he held me down. I remember watching dark shadows swirl around and me screaming. I remember seeing the same silver-golden color in Dylan's eyes. That was the end of it. I couldn't remember anything else 'till now. I gazed at Pitch's face, Dylan's suddenly came into view. Both faces merged together and I now realized they were both the same person! I had been tricked and lied to by this idiot who had made me lose Jack.

Angry, I smacked Pitch's hand away from my face.
"It was you, wasn't it?!" I shouted at him.
"What are you talking about?" He asked, standing back up.
"Don't play games with me DYLAN!" I said to him. His eyes widened slightly, seeming as if he didn't think I'd ever find out his other identity. "It was you who did this just to hurt Jack all along! You knew that he had woken up that night to come looking for me and you deliberately kissed me when you knew he wasn't too far from us! It was you who did this to me!" I screamed at him, feeling my throat burning. I suddenly realized something else.
"And, it was you who made my snowball go out of control that night when we were all outside playing in the snow. You knew it had my energy in it and you sent it after Jack so it would hurt him, doing this to him! It was always you all along!"

Pitch stood watching me unfazed for a moment before he finally spoke.
"Wow, you finally caught up, didn't you?" He laughed. My blood began to boil inside me. I was so angry. Angry that he did everything he could to make me lose Jack, but this time, I was going to avenge Jack. With a wave of my hand, icy spikes appeared on the ground in front of him, making him back away even further from us.
"Stay the hell away from us!" I yelled at him, my hand still out in front of me, readying myself for anything.
"My my. Touchy aren't we?" He commented, walking towards the spikes.

He reached a finger out and touched the pointy part of the spike. Once he did, the icy spikes diminished into black sand, floating towards the ground. The sand gathered up in a pile and then swirled back up into his hand. Pitch then lashed his hand that contained the sand out at us. Still holding on to Jack, I twisted myself around, my back towards Pitch. I screamed in pain as the black sand stuck me with extreme force, sending the both of us flying a few feet away. We both hit the ground hard. Jack rolled a few feet away from me, his eyes still closed. I quickly turned back around and saw Pitch blast his sand at us. I crawled as fast as I could towards Jack and shielded his body with mine. Over and over again, I was blasted with black sand, making me scream over and over with each hit.

After many hits, the impacts stopped. I heard his footsteps walk around us, stopping right in front of me. My breath ragged and my body sore and hurting, I looked up, still shaking all over.
"Why protect him if he's dead now?" He asked me, cocking his head to one side to look at Jack. "There's nothing more you can do for him." He kicked Jack's arm. "See? Nothing!"
I yelled and dove at him, tackling him to the ground. I started to punch him in the face over and over. He raised his hand and shot his black sand at me, knocking me off of him. I stood back up and blasted him with ice. He blocked it with his black sand and before I could blast at him again, he hit me with his sand, sending me flying a few feet away from them. I got back up as fast I could and ran back towards him, blasting him with ice again and again. He would block each blow with his sand. As I got back near to them, he aimed his sand down at the ground and blasted it, the sand sailing through the snow and at me feet. I then realized that I couldn't move anymore. I tried to move my feet but only saw his black sand everywhere around me. It was holding me in place and was beginning to slowly make it's way up my body, wrapping me in its hold. Small hands would reach out from it and grab at my hands and at my dress. I kept blasting at the sand with my ice, destroying parts of it, but watching it multiply by the seconds. I stopped and watched Pitch stand right over Jack and put his hand in front of him right over him. I watched in horror as Jack's limp body began to levitate over the ground, black sand flying around him.

"Jack Frost," Pitch said, watching with amazement as just about Jack's whole entire body became overflowed by the sand. "You will be no more."
"No!" I screamed. I then tried to raise my hand, hoping to blast my ice and stop the sand but felt something grab it and pull it back down to my sides. I looked down and saw a small black hand extended out from the sand, holding my hand down with a tight grip. I tried to raise my other one, but that one was held down as well too. I looked back at Jack and Pitch and screamed as loud as I could, watching Jack slowly get taken away from me.