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An entire swarm of wispy black creatures race towards the guardians, who are now huddling close together for protection. Jack blocks some of them off with a flick of his staff, and Sandy instinctively raises his hands to counter them with his golden powers.
The darkness is temporarily stopped, but then Pitch, with a wave of his wrist, produced thousands of neighing horses and black knights and ghouls and monsters—all made from nightmares.
Pitch's minions race to the guardians, but this time the guardians are ready. Elsa raised both of her hands and in one swift motion, froze an entire section of the battalion Pitch Black has produced. Jack Frost, too, did a good job of eliminating them with a wave of his staff. The Easter Bunny destroyed some too, with the help of his boomerangs, and Sandy went all out, completely wiping out Pitch's so-called army.
Behind the guardians, the sun peeks from the horizon, showing its first signs of light. Morning.
"This isn't over." Pitch declares, his voice so full of malice it made North cringe, and as Pitch says this, he retreats back to the little boy's closet, taking the ashes of his minions with him. Jack runs up to the closet and bangs it open, but Pitch is nowhere in sight.
"Let's go, Jack." North says, a look of determination shadowing his face as he jumps down the window with the other guardians following him down. Jack sighs and runs over to get out of the house as well.
It was morning indeed, and a very busy morning at that. There were banners and balloons plastered everywhere despite it being just about six o'clock. There were streamers and tables and chairs all over the town plaza, and the beautiful aroma of food wafted through the air. It seems like there's going to be a celebration of some sort.
In the distance, in a beautiful palace, Elsa saw a girl by one of the windows, waving all over the place while a tall, bulky man stands by her. Elsa thought she recognized the girl. Who was she? In fact, she even recognized the palace and even some of the townspeople now that she saw more of their faces. What was this place?
But, again, before she could figure anything out, North takes a snow globe out of his coat and throws it in the air before anybody could see them—they wouldn't want innocent townspeople to wonder why the heck Santa Claus, The Sandman, Jack Frost, and The Easter Bunny were there, would they?
With a jolt, a portal opens up in front of them, and they all jump in one-by-one, with North pushing his sled down the portal and Elsa jumping in a little more hesitantly.
Back at the workshop, the guardians are having breakfast despite the fact that they don't need it anymore now that they are all immortal. There was an uncomfortable silence between all of them, all of them thinking about how to defeat Pitch, now that he's more prepared and definitely stronger than ever. Also, they were thinking about the little boy. Why had he stopped believing in them? And all the other children too—why? Why did they stop believing?
Meanwhile, Elsa is still pondering over the girl and the palace and the man and Norway. She couldn't help it—she knew she should have been thinking about how to defeat Pitch, too, but she was too busy thinking about the girl. She was too busy trying to make connections again. She was too busy even to eat.
The girl in her mind was still waving at the townspeople, but out of the corner of the girl's eye, she saw a swirling spectrum of colors in front of a little group of people, who were dressed in peculiar clothing—all very colorful, and was that other man wearing bunny ears?—up there in the tower you can see everything, and the soon to be queen of Arendelle looked distraught as she thought she might have seen her sister looking right at her, caught in the midst of the people she was with. Could it be?
The waving temporarily stopped, and Anna leaned closer to see if that was really her. It can't be. Elsa is… Elsa is dead.
But as she looked further into her kingdom, the little group of people in front of the swirling spectrum was gone. Anna blinked. Could she have been hallucinating?
More confused than ever, Anna retreated back to her room and sat on the bed. Worried, Kristoff sat down with her and put a hand on her shoulder.
"What's wrong?" he asks. This is a big day for both of them—they're going to announce that Anna was pregnant. She and Kristoff have been married for about five years now, and they were both thrilled when they found out that Arendelle was going to have a new member of the royal family. Kristoff is still a little shy around the servants in the palace despite the fact that he is now technically the king. Technically.
"I think I saw her." Anna mumbled, shaking her head, slow tears making their way onto her cheeks.
It's midnight now at the North Pole, and the guardians are getting ready to sleep, even if, again, they don't need sleep. They're all pretty nervous about what they're going to do tomorrow morning. They've planned every aspect of it all day, with Jack contributing more on the offense side, and Elsa mumbling suggestions here and there.
Now in her bedroom, Elsa the Snow Queen was having a hard time to sleep. She had tried everything, really. She tried to tire herself out, even tried counting sheep and even singing a lullaby. She felt incredibly childish doing it, but the good thing was that she was alone.
Her bed was covered in a thin layer of frost, because Elsa loved it that way, with the coolness against her body as she sinks into her bed. Outside her window, she saw the moon again, and she wasn't sure if she should thank it for what it's done for her—this: the powers, being a guardian, that familiar feeling of being in control, the intricate emotions that play with her as she tries her best to protect the children—or if she should complain; she has no way of knowing who that girl really was, and what made Norway feel so familiar. She had no way of knowing anything about her past; the flashbacks just come to her. She can't force them.
But this time, it seemed that luck was on her side as another memory took place in her head, this time much more rapid:
Elsa was there in her bedroom, the room completely covered in ice and frost and the roof was pouring out snowflakes as if it was rain, and Elsa sat against her ice-covered door, a strong mix of despair and isolation trapped inside her body. She could feel another person pressed against the other side of the door. She could feel their tears streaming down. She could feel their fists clenching and unclenching. She could feel their trapped sobs. She could feel them wanting to spend time with her but she can't. She just can't.
"Please Elsa; I know you're in there. Please just talk to me. Please." The voice mumbles, and suddenly Elsa—the one having the flashback, not the one actually in it, that is—suddenly sees the voice's face, and she remembers everything. She suddenly remembers everything!
That girl was Anna! That girl was her sister Anna!