Elsa's POV

I stood over Jack, gripping his hand in mine tightly. He was so pale, he was sweaty and panting. He was obviously having some kind of horrible nightmare. Everyone stood behind me, looking worried.

"He won't wake up," Belle, the school nurse, mumbled, wiping the sweat from his forehead.

"But, I – I…" I stuttered. If he couldn't wake up…would he…die? "Is there anything we can do?" I whispered, squeezing his hand comfortingly.

"There is something." I heard a bossy voice from the doorway. I looked up and saw Megara, one of Tinker Bell's followers. She raised an eyebrow at my friends but then turned and spoke directly to me, "I've never seen them myself but apparently trolls know magic and can heal people."

"Trolls?" I asked. Are you serious, trolls? Meg shrugged,

"I don't know much about them, you should probably ask Kristoff." She said, turned on her heel, and left. I stared after her,

"Oh no," suddenly it hit me, "Kristoff. Anna! I have to go! You guys stay with him," I pointed to Jack, grabbed Punzie's hand and ran out of the room. Hopefully they would be in Anna's room. When they weren't I checked Kristoff's dorm, they weren't there either. I asked Aster about them, he said he hasn't seen them. I asked a bunch of people in The Court of Miracles, but they didn't know either. There was one place left where they could be. This strangely reminded me of the night Jack disappeared. Clenching my fists I ran towards the stables.

Anna's POV

Me and Kristoff ran from the hall as soon as those dark horses exploded from the walls. I didn't want to run, I wanted to help, but Kristoff said he promised Elsa he's keep me safe. We went to the stables where he explained to me about magic, Pitch, the three founders, the universes. I listened to him in silence. It has been nearly an hour and we were sat on the warm hay with Sven not too far off, our hands intertwined.
"But how come you're here?" I asked, playing with his hand, "You're human. Right?"
"Yeah, I'm human, don't worry," Kristoff chuckled, pulling my closer and kissing the top of my head, "But when I was young my parents left me in the forest. I know this sounds weird but trolls took me in, so I know about magic and stuff."

"Trolls?" I ask raising an eyebrow. Kristoff laughed at my expression and nodded. Then the doors to the barn opened. Elsa, dressed in a dark blue sweater and ripped jeans, and Punzie, also out of her dress, stood there. They both looked like they just participated in a long race.

"Anna! Kristoff!" Elsa said, relief obvious on her face, "We've got a problem!"

"It's Jack," Punzie said, as Elsa tried to catch her breath, "He's getting worse and trolls can help. Apparently you know something about them, don't you, Kris?"

"Yeah." Kristoff got up, his face serious, "I know where to find them."

"But how do you know they can save Jack?" I asked, nervously.

"Because I've seen them do it before."

Jack's POV

At first it was just dark. A type of darkness that isn't scary or frightening, just calm. It was like the type of darkness that you feel before your eyes are about to open after a good night's rest. But then it changed. It became darker, deeper, shadows moved in it. It seemed to be made of those shadows. There were eyes watching me, and the whispers. God the whispers. Singular words said in hissing, low voices. Dead. Gone. Lost. No way out. Forever. Then the shadows became bolder, reaching out towards me. I tried to push them off but they were everywhere. I instinctively reached for my staff. It wasn't there. Without it I couldn't protect myself. I put my hands in front of my face to keep those sticky hands away from me. I pushed forward, sure that I had to end up somewhere. Then everything gave way and I was falling. Falling through nothingness. I didn't know which was was up and which way was down. You know the feeling you get when you miss a step? Like your stomach is floating around. Well that was the feeling, except it was ten times worse and continuous. And then everything stopped, all movement ceased and the darkness was calm again. But I knew better than to trust it. Now it felt like I was hanging by threads. Still in nothingness, still without knowing where I was. There was no ground beneath my feet. No ceiling above my head. It was just me and darkness. I felt like a puppet. And then I looked up and realized I was a puppet. There were strings connected to my arms, disappearing above my head into nothingness. I was dangling, controlled by someone else. I couldn't move. Something made me look down. There, far, far, far, far down was a tiny spotlight, and something lying in it. Then I fell. But it was different than before. It was like I zoomed past the darkness between me and that spotlight. One moment I was miles above it and the next I was right by it. My blood ran cold, because there in the middle of the spotlight lay Elsa. She was in her dress, the dress I sent her. She looked like a broken doll, like she fell. But she wasn't dead. And dear God that moment I wished she was, I wished that her suffering would end,

"Jack?" she mumbled weakly, her voice broken, her face lit up with hope. Then her eyes widened in horror, I followed her gaze and my heart stopped. In my hand was a knife. It gleamed and reflected light that didn't exist. My arm flexed and I raised the knife. I tried to stop it, I tried to not do it, I tried to scream. But I couldn't, my body wasn't mine anymore. I was a puppet. Then a creepy, hissing whisper sounded above me.

"To love is to kill. To kill what you love. Take the knife and stab the girl, make her pain go away. Don't let her suffer. And when's she's gone, you can kill her again." I zoomed down again, I was now face to face with Elsa. Her terrified eyes gazed up in mine. She had tears dripping down her face, she shook her head, "Because you're gone, lost, there's no way out. Oh look. She's dead." The voice cackled. I squeezed my eyes shut, "Open your eyes Jack, see what you have done. To love is to kill. To kill what you love, you have to look down." I couldn't stop them, my eyes opened. I was far away from Elsa now, hanging on the threads, but I could see her perfectly. She was bloody, her eyes staring into mine. She whispered one word. Murdered. And then her eyes glazed over and her head rolled back. I was splattered with her blood. My hand still holding the knife. I screamed. And just like that I was in the calm darkness again. I tried to make my breathing normal, my body was my own again. Then the shadows moved, reached out and I ran. Then I was falling, falling through the darkness until I reached the spotlight. And there was Elsa, alive and breathing. I held the knife and just like that I was a puppet again.

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