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This is one of my favourite chapters, I didn't want to stop writing, it was fun! But its a sad chapter, yeah...maybe I'm some sadistic person..hmm..

PS: I usually post new chapters on Fridays and Saturdays, I'll try to stick to that, (Malaysian time)

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Chapter 8

It's freezing in here

Elsa hugged her elbows to her chest. She didn't mind the cold, but the isolation she suddenly felt was overwhelming and sent a shiver down her spine. She walked along the corridor where walls were partially frozen. She hesitated, but then decided to enter the ballroom where the last ball was held.

The ballroom door was wide open. A chocolate fountain was tipped over to the side, now turned into a huge, frozen chocolate popsicle. The tall tier cake was squashed. Bread and fruit were strewn over the whole place, trampled on by running people. Shards of ice scattered the floor, some peeling off the walls. Everything was as it was when she fled…and set off an eternal winter.

She left the ballroom and went upstairs, she couldn't bear to look in her sister's room, so she pushed open the door of hers.

It was still frozen.

It didn't melt.

That was pretty creepy seeing that the windows were closed and there was a dying fire in the fireplace inside her room. She decided to get to the palace storerooms to get supplies and try to find her people. Hoping she wouldn't freeze all of them before she found her people.

She gave herself a slap. It won't happen.

Her elbow accidentally knocked a random ornament off the table. It crashed loudly to the floor.

"You okay there, Elsa?"

Elsa was just about to shout back a reply when she noticed something was wrong, that voice didn't belong to Jack.

Jack was sitting on a stone outside a palace tracing pictures of houses and happy people with frost on a tree trunk idly. Elsa was taking a long time, but she needed space to face this on her own, he shouldn't intrude.

He sat upright. Maybe he could do some exploring in Arendelle. The past few days he came by to get food for Elsa he was rushing, so he didn't really have time to tour the city.

He flew around slowly, leaving trails of frost behind him so Elsa would know where he went. If she didn't miss me too much and have a panic attack. He thought sarcastically and laughed to himself. He weaved in and out of empty shops. He didn't know how long he traveled until he heard faint sounds, crying and weeping. No laughter to be heard.

He flew and flew until he got closer to the source, and finally reached it.

A small, cozy-looking wooden house of sorts. The signboard read: Wandering Oaken's Trading Post. Another smaller one said : And sauna.

They must have added that one too for obvious reasons

Jack pushed open the door just a bit, poking his head in, to see a whole room full of children and parents and young adults. Hopefully not the only remaining people of Arendelle.

A child looked his way and stared at him, with eyes full of hope. Jack smiled and winked at him. The child's sad face suddenly brightened up, shaking his mother, pointing to his direction. His mother just sadly shook her head, turning her head away to stroke his baby sister, crying away in her arms. The child stared at Jack once more, a flicker of disappointment crossing his eyes before they became vacant once again. He got up and walked right through Jack to close the door.

Jack slipped in just at the last second. Really? That was all it took for someone to stop believing in him? Things must be pretty bad here.

He walked over and knelt down beside child after child. All of them woke up screaming from nightmares, not comforted even by their parents soothing words. Everyone was huddled together, parents with fake smiles and their children with real, cold tears. Fear was enveloping all of them.

To the corner of the room was a young girl who looked very familiar. Who looked like….Elsa.

Is that Anna?

Beside her was a young man with his reindeer curled up by his side. They were huddled together, sharing the warmth of the only fire in the room. He heard her calling him Kristoff.

BAM

The pain in his chest was throbbing. He sank to the ground. This pain was identical to the pain he felt that other day before he nipped Elsa's nose, just much, much worse. He cried out in agony but nobody heard him. The searing pain was spreading all through his veins, filling them with lead, he couldn't budge. Weak. Vulnerable. He felt like he was slowly fading away…

As he shut his eyes, he caught a brief sight of Elsa underneath his eyelids. He felt regret temporarily numb his pain. He should've told her earlier what he hadn't said before…

Oh no…. No, no…

A sudden realization struck Jack like a slap in the face. Her sleep talking the other night about Anna when he woke her up, her waking up in the middle of the night to go somewhere without telling him….and he just realized…

Idiot.

With that he fluttered open his eyes and summoned all the little bit of strength he could muster and dragged his feet along the floor towards the door.

He was going to hunt Pitch down. Even if it meant dying.

"MMM! HMMP!"

Elsa struggled against the grip of Pitch Black as he held her like a vise.

"Calm down, fearling. Soon all your problems will be over." Pitch let go and walked towards her bed. Underneath it was a bottomless hole. Pitch's lair.

"Yes, my dear." He said as he read her thoughts. "Just to let you know, my lairs are anywhere and everywhere, as long as fear thrives." He pushed Elsa's bed slightly to the side and raised an eyebrow. "You coming? Remember the deal."

She took a deep breath and shut her eyes. She jumped inside.

After what seemed like forever or possibly just a fraction of a second, she landed. Around her all was dark, the only light source was from a large globe in the middle of the room. The light was dim now, and it was getting dimmer still.

"How do I pass you my powers so you can destroy them?" Elsa asked in a small voice.

"Give me your hand."

Elsa reached out and placed her left hand in Pitch's grey ones. Suddenly, she passed out.

When she woke up again, she felt empty, and…and warm again?

She felt her fingers against the floor, nothing appeared. Her fingertips were warm, like a normal human's. She should start dancing and whooping for joy, but she felt drained of life.

Pitch got up. He smiled cruelly at her. He showed her a tiny box made of black sand. Tiny frost marks slowly appeared on either sides of the box.

"These are your powers, Elsa." Pitch toyed with the tiny box in his hands. "I thought I'd break the deal with you and crush your weak soul just like that, but I'm kind, see I've kept half the deal at least." He pretended to examine his fingers.

"Why didn't you destroy them?" Elsa wasn't very surprised he didn't keep the promise but at least her powers weren't in her unstable hands anymore.

"Well," he began. "It would be a pity to destroy such a fearful thing, right? I wouldn't dream of possessing these powers anyway, more of a plaything than a weapon." He casually propped it against the back of a nightmare horse. "Elsa, you see Hope, and Dreams and Fun are all just delusions."

"What do you mean?" She asked, her voice shaking.

"Fear is in you. The greatest form of fear, is when someone is so afraid, they totally give up on themselves. You are the exact example of fear." He stroked her blonde hair. "You have helped me dispose off all the other guardians with your help. Fear can overcome anything at all. They'll die." He waved his hand without a care.

"Th-They'll die?" Elsa's eyes widened in shock.

"Oh yes. Fear will kill them. When there's fear, everything else slowly dies away. One thing will die instantly, though."

Elsa stood there shivering.

"Fun." He laughed.

"When there's fear, memories, dreams, hopes and wonder for tomorow will be diminished bit by bit." He landed a hand on a single nightmare. It neighed in fright and ran off.

"But, here's the catch. Fear means no fun. At all."

It took a minute for Elsa to understand.

"Ummm…you see I'm a guardian. The guardian of fun. In my past life," Jack's voice rang in her head. No, no this is not happening…

"Oh, yes it is, dear." He smiled in delight. "Oh, don't you worry your pretty little mind, Elsa," He said, "The more you worry, the more you fear, the faster they die."

Elsa was shocked. This was all a trick.

There was only one way to stop worrying about them. Stop fearing for them. It's all for the best.

She has to stop believing.

Thanks for reading, and I'm building up to the climax of the story, maybe I'll end it next weekend...

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