A/N: So, I'm going to be posting this today because I don't know if I'll be able to get to a computer tomorrow. I'll also be posting the next chapter on Monday of NEXT WEEK. Not this coming up Monday, the one after that because, as well, I don't know if I'll be able to get to a computer that day.

Also, There's a poll on my profile for which ending(s) you want. I'll also will be saying it on every chapter for you guys. Do you want my ending, someone else's ending, or both? PM me or review your answer if you're too lazy, or are a guest.

I haven't done a disclaimer yet, so: I DON'T OWN RoTG, OR FROZEN, OR HttYD. I DON'T THINK THEY ALLOW SOMEONE STILL IN HIGH SCHOOL TO HAVE THAT TYPE OF JOB.

Chap. 4 Second Death

Jack's eyes snapped open. He remembered where he was: at the bottom of a pitch black lake and reality set back in. He was sinking, drowning at the bottom of a lake with Pitch. Where was Pitch? Jack tried to ask Pitch, but their mental connection had gone silent. Jack felt the crushing water all around him, and his mind started shutting down.

The mental connection fired up again, but Jack didn't notice.

'Goodbye, Jack.' Pitch said softly, but Jack didn't hear him.

Jack had just died a second death.

Chap. 5 Broken Memory

The crackling of ice could be heard again echoing around the lake, but this time it wasn't from a body pressing down on weak ice. This was it was from a body pressing up from beneath the ice.

Jack Frost took a deep breath, the feeling of Deja Vu coming over him. He looked up at the sky, clouds blocking the moon and stars. If it's nighttime already, Jack thought, I must've been dead for a long time.

It was pitch black, except flashing lights from the north. Wait...flashing lights? 'Elsa!' Jack thought. Then a second thought crossed his mind. 'Wait, how do I know who Elsa is? The first time I was brought to life, I didn't remember anything.'

'That's because I am nicer than the Man In the Moon. I let you keep your memories.' Pitch stepped out into the darkness, his voice both in Jack's mind and out loud. The result gave Jack a headache confusing his already confused mind.

"Pitch! You're-You're the cause of this! You're the reason that I died. It was your black sand in the lake. I should just kill you now." Jack grabbed his staff that was lying on the ice next to him, and lunged, only to fall on his backside. His mind was trying to do too many things and he couldn't concentrate on anything.

'Ah, but you wouldn't do that, now wouldn't you?' Pitch said.

"Give me one reason not to." Jack growled.

'Well, was it really me who killed you? Did I push you down on the lake and then point a stick of fire at you? Was it I who melted the ice so that you'd fall through?' Pitch asked. He laughed seeing the boy in front of him so confused.

"What are you talking about?" Jack stood up, swaying slightly.

'Think about it Jack. Think really hard. Who was it that did all those things on the ice earlier? I'm sure you know.' Pitch pursed his lips, his invisible eyebrows raised in a mocking way. Jack didn't notice.

Jack thought back to earlier and it all started coming back. Scenes started flashing past in Jack's mind. Someone chasing him. Someone hitting him. Someone taking his staff away, so that Jack couldn't control the wind. Someone breaking the ice around Jack. Someone waving fire in his face, and then around the weak ice by Jack. Someone laughing as Jack fell beneath the layer of ice.

Then that someone got a face. Eyes, a mouth, and a nose appeared out of the fuzziness that had served as a face to the someone. Jack knew the person. His mind sharpened as he realized who had done these things.

'Who is it, Jack?' Pitch asked.

Without a moment of hesitation Jack replied, "Hiccup."

As Jack flew away in search of Hiccup, Pitch smiled to himself.

'He'll never know that I tampered with his memory.'