Elsa squinted through the wind, snow flurries dancing as they flew by. Of course, the storm was bad, but it had gotten even worse once Jack left, and she and no idea where she was. Cape flying behind her, she shielded her face as best she could, the gusts nipping coldly at her skin.

"First I cover the land with ice and snow…." she muttered angrily, "then I accidentally hit my sister twice….." Narrowing her eyes, she felt the tears coming, feeling them freeze the instant they began to roll down her face as she then screamed at the top of her lungs, "And now this! Lost in my own snow storm!"

That, and Jack had left. Jack Frost, the only person who had seemed to care (besides Anna, of course) had up and left. After I hurt him, she thought forlornly, although she wasn't sure what she had done. She trudged on, pushing the thoughts away. She couldn't afford to feel sorry for herself. HEr kingdom was waiting for her return- Anna was waiting for her return.

"Need a little help?" said a voice, a soft whisper in her ear. Elsa shivered- last time she checked, she was the only person out in the storm. Hair being blown in her face, she whipped her head around, trying to match a face to the voice.

"Who-who's there….!?" she cried, blue eyes wide. She jumped as there was a low chuckle.

"You don't recognize my voice? What a pity…." cooed the voice. It sounds vaguely familiar…. she thought, but who….? The chuckle came again, coming from a few feet to her left.

"And i thought things were going so well….." it said. With a flick of her wrist, she sent a wave of icicles at the sound, hitting nothing but soft powdered snow, slicing through the rough gales.

"Weak," the voice commented, "just like your sister."

"A-anna….." Elsa mumbled, "but-!"

"Oh, she and I had a few scuffles, but none were as ever as entertaining as the ones I had with you, Your Highness!" Before she realized what was happening, a pair of hands slipped around her waist, the fingers thin and gray, nails colored black.

"P-P-Pitch Black…" Elsa stammered, her voice trembling as she stared at his hands, the fingers cold as they pressed tightly against her.

"The one and only, my dear!" he hissed, his breath hot against her skin as he rested a sharp chin on her shoulder, pressing his wallowed cheek against hers. Jerking her shoulders, she managed to catch his chin, hearing a crack as his head flung backwards. Elsa winced- even for a guy like him, it had to hurt! And last time I checked, Elsa thought, I made him a human lollipop! She felt his fingers slacken, and Elsa pushed herself away, panting heavily. It was hard to walk through snow, especially when she was wearing a dress and heels.

"What did you do with Anna?!" Elsa screeched, her throat dry and scratchy.

Pitch rubbed his chin, his fingers coming away red. No one makes me bleed my own blood! he thought, feeling a sir tot rage run through his veins, no one! Furrowing his brow, he grinned. Elsa open dyer mouth, faltering as she repeated herself, "Wha-what did you do to my sister?!"

"It isn't what I did," Pitch glared, raising a hand daintily. Black smoke crept around his feet, decorating Elsa's snow with candy cane stripes. Elsa shook her head.

"I don't understand!" Pitch chuckled, a low rumble that seemed to shake the ground, like feeling the bass of the guitar at a concert in your stomach.

"Poor little Elsa," Pitch laughed, "so powerful, yet so naive!"

"No…." she gasped, clutching the sides of her head, "no…." She can't be dead! Elsa thought, she can't! Pitch shook his head.

"It isn't what I did to Anna," Pitch said, adding, "although to be honest, I kind of wish I had." Elsa snapped her head up, blue eyes boring into his skin like a knife eating through a steak.

"What did you say?" she said bluntly, her voice cold with hatred.

"What do you care?" Pitch teased, "you left, remember?" Sluggishly, Elsa raised an arm, sending a wave of ice at the boogeyman. He simply lifted a foot, taking one step to the right. The share of ice flew harmlessly past him, burying themselves deep into the snow.

"You shut her out!" Pitch went on, golden eyes bugging out of their sockets. Slashing through the air, Elsa sent one attack after another, each one missing by mere inches.

"And now- oh!- and now, the Guardians aren't even helping you!" Pitch yelled, his voice ringing in her ears, drowning out the wind that tugged at her clothes and hair. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed Pitch's black smoke creep noun dyer feet. She ignored it, her mind consumed with ideas of the Guardians- who they might be, even. She had never met them, save Jack Frost. Pitch nodded, watching as she opened her mouth to speak, but said nothing, the whistles of the wind replacing her voice.

"The Guardians…" she said under her breath. Pitch nodded.

"Yes, the Guardians. Those who were chosen-"

"Chosen?" Elsa cut Pitch off, "chosen by who?!"

Pitch raised a hand, lifting a bony finger- the middle finger, no less, Elsa realized- to the sky.

"Up there, " Pitch answered, "by the Man In The Moon, of course." Elsa let out a nervous titter. That couldn't be true.

"There's no such thing as the Man In The Moon!" Elsa scoffed. Pitch rolled his eyes.

"That is where you are wrong!" Pitch hissed, "they are real!"

"And why would you care, Pitch Black?!" she spat at him, "why would you care if I thought they were real or not?" Pitch shrugged.

"Because they are with your precious little twat of a sister-"

"How dare you speak of my sister like that in front of me!" Elsa roared, creating a dagger of ice. Clenching a fist, she lunged for him, icicle poised for his throat. As if it were a fly, he flicked the dagger away, curling his fingers around her wrist. Elsa felt his nails dig into her skin, creating little rips in the fabric of her sleeve.

"- and they leave you here," Pitch finished, a menacing smile on his face. Elsa tried yanking her arm out of his grasp, but he only fastened his grip, almost vise-like as he wrapped his long fingers around her skin.

"Let! Go!" she wailed. Pitch shook his head, clicking his tongue in sympathy.

"Oh, how pitiful," he sighed as he watched the Queen try and wrench her hand out of his grasp, "they call themselves the heroes, yet they aren't here." Elsa slowed, stilling herself momentarily. Her chest heaved as she tried catching her breath.

"Heroes….?" she asked quietly. He nodded.

"Yes, my dear, heroes," Pitch answered, "they say they want to protect children-"

"I am no child!" Elsa protested.

"So it seems," Pitch said smugly, "yet why are they here?"

"Jack said-" Elsa began, jumping when Pitch pressed a skinny finger to her lips, shushing her.

"Forget what Jack Frost said," Pitch admonished, "because guess what?"

Elsa was silent, unsure of whether she should speak.

"He doesn't care," Pitch said, a cold gleam in his eye. Elsa widened her blue eyes, turning away.

"That's….. that's not true!" she shouted at him, "it isn't!"

"Really?" Pitch asked, "then where is he? Where are they? The Guardians?"

Elsa gulped, a wary look in her eye, "They… they're with my sister….." Pitch raised an eyebrow.

"Isn't she with him?" Pitch suggested, licking his lips.

"….What?"

"With him," Pitch explained, "isn't she with the Guardians? Jack Frost?" Elsa squinted, strain at him in disbelief.

"Anna would never do that!" she said suddenly, "she knows-"

"Knows what?" Pitch said, "hmmm?" Elsa opened her mouth to answer, but no words came- she couldn't find any. Swallowing hard, she felt a fresh batch of tears, the droplets freezing into crystals as they dripped off her chin.

"You know," Pitch drawled, "all it seems you ever do is cry." Elsa glared at him.

"Shut up!" she sobbed, "just shut up!"

"You know why?" he said, his breath making her skin crawl, goosebumps appearing along her arms.

"Stop….. please!" she pleaded, squeezing her eyes shut. Pitch leaned in close, the tip of his hooked nose poking the soft skin of her neck. He took a sniff, his nostrils filled with the fragrance of flowers, a cold musk and… fear, he thought with triumph.

"Because," he whispered, clutching her chi as she turned her head, forcing her to look at him, square in the eye, "because you know, do't you?"

"K-know what?" Elsa dared to ask, her voice hushed, childlike.

"That no one loves you!" Pitch spat at her with a harsh whisper, "and no on ever will!"