I stare numbly at the ground. This isn't fair. Elsa can't be dead... None of this seems real.

By now it's nighttime and the guards have already moved Elsa's body. They have her placed in her bedroom, but I'm absolutely terrified to go in. Since seeing her body a little while ago, I feel emotionally drained. So, I left. I feel selfish for leaving Anna at a time like this, but she has Kristoff and Olaf, and I reckon she's better with them at a time like this. I've felt nothing but an agonising emptiness for the last few hours. When will it go away? For awhile, I thought that the anger I had felt would overpower my sadness, but I was wrong. I don't even want to look for Pitch right now, even though I know deep down he's to blame.. How did he do it, though?

I realise with a start that I'm heading for the North Pole. How long have I been travelling? It must have been awhile, as already I can see the work shop. I don't know why I even want to see North right now, but anything is better than being alone. And as much as I love Sandy, I desperately want a conversation with someone who can actually talk back.

When I land down in front of the door, I'm stopped by two Yetis. I let out an annoyed sigh, which seems to shock them. Usually I'd taunt them as I try to bust in here. Right now, though, I'm not exactly in the mood for fun. "Can I please just go in and talk to North?" I ask them quietly. The two Yetis look to one another. I guess no one expects me to quiet or polite. They still don't budge so I glare at them. "Are you deaf? Stupid? Please just let me-"

I stop myself. "I'm sorry. I've just had a bad day. Please? Just let me in to see North." The two Yetis stand aside and I look to them gratefully and force a small smile in both their directions. I open the large door, which much to my surprise, doesn't even make a sound. I take a deep breath when I see the room I enter into. It's huge! It must be at least five stories high, with a huge globe at its centre. Toys float around the room, and little elves waddle past me holding tools that are easily bigger than they are themselves. Despite feeling like a dark cloud is floating over me, my eyes light up in amazement.. I wish I got the chance to show Elsa this place.

"Jack!" says a surprised voice. I look in front of me to see a grinning North. I can't force another smile. His grin wavers when he sees my expression. "What happen?"

I open my mouth to reply, but my eyes begin to sting. I blink them away, feeling embarrassed about crying in front of North. I've never been great with showing emotions- I always smile, no matter what. No matter how messed up I think everything is, I smile. Now, though, I can't force it. I swallow hard and my shoulders slump, the cloud feeling heavy all at once. "You know, I've seen a lot of bad things happen," I say eventually. "I've seen mortals war with one another, I've seen children and adults dying of famine, I've seen horrible things in my time, but nothing's ever effected me. But.. Now..." I close my eyes tightly. "Elsa's dead, North."

I grip my staff tightly and use it to support myself. I'm afraid if I let it go I'll just end up collapsing. I open my eyes and stare at a spot on the floor. I feel this large lump in my throat that feels as though it's not going away anytime soon.

"I'm so sorry, Jack." He places a heavy hand on my shoulder. "I know she meant lot to you. Truly, I am sorry."

"She meant everything to me," I mumble sadly. "This isn't fair. This is all Pitch's fault," I add on angrily. "He didn't have to kill her! Elsa never did anything to anyone, and she's been treated horribly all her life. And now she's dead!" I kick at some toy by my foot angrily, and North doesn't even say anything about it. I don't react to the fact that a shooting pain travels from my toe up to my ankle. I'm too bitter and hurt. "It's not fair!"

"Jack, we will find Pitch and stop him from hurting anyone else," North assures me. "I promise."

"Stop him? You mean, talk to him and possibly trap him somewhere?" North stares at me. "He killed Elsa! He deserves to be dead. Even Elsa felt sorry for him! I feel nothing for him. He doesn't deserve pity."

"You know this not entirely Pitch's fault," North says calmly, which bothers me for some reason. "He never wanted any of this. This is fearlings fault."

"She's still dead because of him!" I shout so loudly that all the elves and Yetis turn to look at me. My eyes begin to sting again, but this time I can't even blink them back. I use my sleeve to wipe them away, so there's no hiding that I'm crying ."She didn't deserve to die."

"Talk to Man in Moon," North suggests.

I scoff and roll my eyes. "Him? He never replies to me," I admit.

"Ah. Man in Moon may not reply, but that doesn't mean he isn't listening," North replies with a sparkle in his eye. "I'll be around if you need to talk more, but Christmas is just around the corner. Busy, busy, busy." He smiles at me, but I still can't force a smile. I just nod at him and turn around.

Talk to the man in the moon? He never answers me, so what's the point? I feel abandoned by him. He only ever told me my name and then never spoke to me again, which I don't think is fair. Why should I try talk to him now?

I exit the Work Shop, and head out into the dark, snow filled landscape. I stare up at the moon and let out a sigh. He's never going to give me any answer, ever. I feel betrayed everytime I look up and see the moon shining down on the earth. He just left me, and all I've been since being made is confused and hurt. Elsa's death was the final straw for me.

"Do you like screwing up my life?" I snap. "Who was I, huh? Did I have a life before this? Why did you have to create Pitch, who murdered the one person I care about in my life? Why have you abandoned me?" By now, my voice is quiet, and it cracks. I wait patiently, but nothing happens. Although, it seems as though the moon glows a little brighter, but that just feels like he's taunting me. I glare at him, and then kick off of the ground. Of course he isn't going to help me- he doesn't care about me. The one person who genuinely did care about me is now dead.

While flying I look desperately up at the moon. It really does look brighter tonight. Maybe I picked it up wrong- maybe that means he's actually willing to listen to me, even if he doesn't reply. Part of me even fills with guilt for snapping at him. "Sorry," I say to him, part of me doubting that he's actually listening. I let out a shaky breath. In a little while I'll be back in Arendelle, and I'll have to Elsa's lifeless body again. She looked so... broken. I stare down at my hands- only a few hours ago they had been stained by her blood.

The guards had tried as best as they could to lay her neatly on her bed, but there was no hiding the blue-black bruises on her face, or the crimson that stained her blonde-white hair, or her hand that was so badly smashed it couldn't even pass for being a hand anymore... A hand that I had held; a hand that had once comforted me in a lot of ways.

I bite the inside of my lip, trying to get rid of the images. I begin to think about our date.. I chuckle to myself remembering how she fell and then pulled me down with her. I even remember back to when we watched to dreams together on the first night of knowing one another. I remember thinking that Elsa sure is interesting... and then a few days later I realised I found her attractive. Not just physically, but there was something seriously appealing about her, mentally. Like, how she talked always interested me, and the way her eyes sparkled, and even when she was nervous about having fun... Overall, I enjoyed spending time with her.

I take in a deep breath, recalling how she taught me to dance. The way her hand felt in mine just seemed right. I scowl- I'm not usually the sappy type. But hell, I miss her like crazy.

A little while later I land down on Elsa's balcony instinctively. It takes me a few minutes to realise that Elsa isn't going to be waiting for me on the other side... Well, not alive, that is.

I open the door slowly and enter the dark room. I leave the door open to allow natural light into the room. plus, the moon is beautifully bright tonight, which does seem a little taunting, but it does illuminate the whole room. I bet it's a nice change from the darkness which Anna has been staying in since Elsa's death had been announced.

Anna and Kristoff sit by Elsa's bed. Anna is holding onto Elsa's hand which wasn't so badly damaged- I mean, at least it still looks like a hand. The same can't exactly be said for the other one. I force myself to look away from her destroyed hand which I've been staring at. I feel sick inside.

"Jack," Anna says hoarsly. I look at her and I see that the light inside her eyes has died. She stares at me for a few minutes. "I'm glad you're back," she finishes eventually.

I just nod my head and walk slowly to where Elsa's lying. The moon shines directly on her, and her eyelashes catch the rays of light. Her hair, which is normally in a braid, has been left to flow behind her in waves. My breath hitches in my throat as I look at her- I still feel empty inside. I know it's crazy, but I'd rather feel pain than emptiness.. at least then it seems more real.

I just want this to be a dream. I want this to be one of Pitch's cruel nightmares, but I know it's not. I know deep down this is all real, and it's cruel and I just want to scream.

The room grows suddenly dark.

Anna sits up so quickly, that I'm shocked. She's gazing behind me, and I wheel around when Kristoff steps protectively in front of Anna. I almost growl when I see him emerging from the shadows. Pitch Black.

I grip my staff tightly and look at him through narrowed eyes, my hatred and rage building up inside of me at once. I just want to punch him right into the face, repeatedly, until he begs me to stop. My knuckles bare white from her tight my fist is clenched. My breathing comes out unevenly as I try to regain control of my anger.

"What do you want?" Anna snarls darkly.

"What do I want?" Pitch says, almost mockingly. "Nothing, my dear Anna. I came to pay my respects. I heard of her untimely death-"

"Heard?" I exclaim. "You liar. You did this to her!"

"Me? Why would I waste my time murdering mortals?"

"You tried it once before, remember?" Kristoff snaps.

"The past is in the past," he shrugs if off. "But truly, I did not do this deed. Have a look for yourself.."

And the world seems to spin out of control until we're standing up in a tower. I give Pitch a questioning look. He just gives me a cold stare in return so I look away from him. A minute later, someone opens the balcony door- it's Elsa. She comes out looking lost and confused. She stares down at Arendelle for a long time before she's joined by someone else.

I can't hear what they're saying, but he grabs her shoulders and she begins to panic, and part of me can't believe what I'm seeing.

"Eugene?" Anna whispers in horror. Elsa's eyes go wide and Eugene smirks. Anna looks horrified and begins to scream at the Eugene, who clearly isn't truly with us. "Stop!" she begs the illusion. But he gives Elsa one last look and she's plummeting to her death.

My breathing becomes rapid as the room becomes dark again. I collapse onto my knees, throwing my staff to the side. Why can't I breathe? My stomach begins to knot itself, and I feel like I'm going to hurl. Oh, god. Eugene? The man who treated her so nicely? How could this be.. true? I see from the corner of my eye that Pitch is approaching me, but I can't find the will to move.

Anna is still sobbing loudly.

"We can avenge her, Jack," Pitch says. "Just one mortal. Between you and me, they're all the same, though. Each and everyone of them has darkness inside of them. We, you and I, can lead them to a better path. We can rule together, Jack."

I shake my head.

I get flashbacks off all the good I've seen in mortals- a little girl picking flowers for her father. A mother kissing her babies forehead. A whole town coming together to mourn the death of a young man, each of them comforting one another. Anna and Elsa. The way they loved each other. The way Kristoff loves Anna. The gentleness of each and everyone of them. The way Elsa believed in me when no one else did. She cared for me. Joseph, how he cared for Elsa, and the whole town.

I shake my head again, this time more sure.

"I'm not leading anyone down your path," I snarl viciously. I look up at him, and a look of surprise sweeps across his face. "One mortal did this, and he will pay for this- just not the way you want him to pay. I'm never going to join you, Pitch. Ever."

Pitch laughs coldly. "You'll see soon enough, Frost, how awful mortals can be."

With that, the light in the room returns and Pitch is gone. I feel dizzy as I pick myself off of the ground. It's been months since I've seen Pitch, and this time, I felt no fear at all. I'm not Pitch. I'll never see justice for what he does.

I stare at Anna who looks pale. How awful mortals can be? No part of me will ever think that all mortals are terrible, no matter what. Not when I'm friends with Anna, and not while my memories with Elsa live inside of me.

And then, much to my surprise, it happens.

I may have a problem... I enjoy writing cliffhangers way too much... but I guess some of you will guess what will happen- blllaaahhh.. Imma rant in the A/N on the next chapter about something relevant to the next chapter... :3

Irish Oral tomorrow and I spent the whole weekend reading a way too amazing JeanMarco (SnK- Attack on Titan) fic. Does anyone else like SnK? If so, look up a fic called ' As Much As I Ever Could ' .. I don't really read fics, but I saw a JeanMarco fan art inspired by the fic, so I decided to read it AND IT'S THE BEST FIC I'VE PROBABLY READ ! i was hooked straight away into it! I haven't left my room in ages-

OHHH! I also got a new puppy today! :) His name is Casper and he's a purebred, pure white, german shepherd! He's a big ball of fluff! :D If you followed me on instagram, you probably saw it... I don't even know if anyone followed me- but I did gain followers, which is great! xD

Aha, I'm rambling!

Hope you enjoyed this chapter, and fingers crossed I do well tomorrow... I'm first tomorrow morning for the oral *sobs*

-Slán :)