I wanted to rest; honestly, I did. It just didn't come to me. Even Jack was asleep, and he said he didn't ever need sleep. Do I need to sleep? I scrunched up my nose, and closed my eyes again. I let out a sigh- I don't even feel a tad bit tired. I had felt tired, but maybe I was more drained because of everything that's happened. I mean, waking up after dying does come as quite the shock.

I sit up in bed and tap the floor with my feet for a minute. I still don't feel the cold.

Deciding I'm probably beyond sleep anyway, I get out of bed and head for the door. The castle is dull except for the sliver of moonlight entering through the cracks in the curtains. It makes the golden frames of paintings sparkle, but it also casts long dark shadows which gives me a chill. Come dawn, Jack and I would be out looking for Pitch. Just how strong is Pitch? Besides that time he threw Anna and I out of the hole in the wall, I haven't faced him. It didn't give me a good idea as to how powerful he truly is- I reckon he's quite strong, though.

I open the door to Anna's old room and peer inside- the wall is still gone, but construction had been set up to fix it. It is slow going, but there's a little progress from what I can see. I enter the room and glance to the walls. Black dust smears the walls and I brush my hand along it, feeling nothing but disgust. I feel angry- no, furious. Pitch attempted to kill Anna, my little sister, the one person who has always loved me.

I drop my hand and clench it into a fist when the wall began to freeze where I had touched it.

Conceal, don't feel.

That one line from my father has stuck with me since I was a kid. I shouldn't let my emotions show, for fear of losing my powers. How was I to control them now? All I can think about is Anna clawing at her own face. All I can see is her dangling over the edge of the floor, fear in her eyes. All I want is for her to be safe...

There's a light knock on the door and I wheel around, surprised. Anna stands, her hands crossed across her chest. She gives me a small smile, then her eyes focus on the ice I had created only a moment ago. She looks back to me, frowning. "Are you okay?" she asks me softly.

"I couldn't sleep," I tell her.

"Me neither," she mumbles.

I stare at her for a moment. There's bags under her eyes, and she's slightly hunched over. I purse my lips. When was the last time Anna got a goods night sleep? I never really noticed until now how frail and exhausted she looks. Her eyes catch mine and I blurt out: "We're going to look for Pitch." It's out of my mouth before I even realise who I've actually just said it to...

"You're what?" she exclaims.

I hesitate before I answer. "Jack and I are going to look for Pitch. We're not going to stop until we find him and defeat him," I tell her reluctantly. She looks at me blankly for a minute, and then she narrows her eyes at me. "I know what you're going to say: what a stupid idea, but I just don't want him to hurt you. He already got me-"

"Exactly!" she snaps. "He already got you, Elsa. What if he gets you again? How could you be so selfish? I thought I lost you forever, and now you want to go and look for the same man who killed you! The man who took you away from me." Her eyes glisten with tears and I only now realise the impact my death had on her- not only my death, but all of this- and instantly I feel guilty.

I take a step towards her as she sniffles and wipes her eyes angrily. I go to place my hand on her shoulder, and some part of me decides against it, so I drop it limply to my side. Conceal. Right now, my emotions are all over the place and I don't trust myself to even tip off of her. Don't feel. Don't feel. Stop feeling! Why is it so hard, suddenly?

My chest tightens as I look at her. She just looks so lost and frightened, and alone. Why alone, though? She still has me, she has Kristoff, she has... She has so many people around her who love her and care for her. So, why does she look alone?

She looks suddenly frustrated and confused. "You're not even... human anymore," she whispers through the dullness. A wind brushes her hair across her eyes, but she doesn't break contact with mine.

I feel slightly insulted as she says. "How aren't I?" I ask angrily.

"Elsa, humans aren't made to live forever. We grow, we love, we cry, we age and we die. You're never going to grow old. You're never going to die." She shakes her head. "That's not human. That's..." She shrugs her shoulders. "It's scary, actually."

"Like a monster?" I ask quietly.

She looks shocked as I say this, and shakes her head quickly. "No. Not like a monster, Elsa. You're not a monster," she assures me. "I love you so much, Elsa, but we're never going to be the same. You're my older sister, yet I'll be the only one getting older. It's just strange, mostly." She smiles at me which makes me feel warm inside. "At least you're alive, though. I just wish you weren't so stupid to go looking for Pitch."

"I'm usually the rational one," I joke. "I guess things really aren't ever going to be the same." I sigh. "I have to look for him, Anna. I don't want him to hurt anyone else, especially you. You understand that, right?"

"Then get the Guardians to help you too," she suggests.

"They have jobs to do," I remind her. "Besides, Jack and I are strong. What could possibly go wrong?"

What could go wrong?

Everything. Everything can go wrong. I pinch my eyebrows together as I wander alone through the castle. Even Anna is scared for me and Anna is probably the bravest person I know.

I focus on the tiles on the ground for awhile, allowing them to guide me through the castle.

Anna's right. Living forever is a terrifying idea, even to me. It's not my fault that Tsar chose me; for what, though? He already has Jack to make ice and snow, so why does he need me? If I'm being honest, he doesn't really need me at all. There must be a reason... Surely he chooses each immortal for an important reason. Perhaps he thinks I'll be necessary to bring down Pitch.

The light from the moon catches my eye and I walk over to the curtain and open it for the moonlight to enter. What am I here for? I wish I had asked him when I had the chance. Why didn't I question it? I roll my eyes because I know deep down why- death terrifies me. When I was younger death was almost comforting, but now... Now I don't ever want to die because I have something worth living for.

A hand is placed on my shoulder and I jump in surprise.

I wheel around. "Joseph?" I whisper in shock.

As usual, Joseph has a book in his hand, and what appears to be coffee in the other. He has bags under his eyes and his hair is disheveled. His eyes droop ever so slightly as he looks at me through the dimness of the hall. In honesty, I've never seen Joseph look bad, but he looked absolutely awful. Why isn't anyone in the castle sleeping?

My eyes grow wide. Are they having nightmares?

"Hey, Elsa," he mumbles sleepily. I can tell he's forcing himself to stay awake. He rubs his eyes with the back of his hand and takes a mouthful of coffee. "You know, since Anna told me you were alive and now immortal, I've been doing a lot of research. Your father has a lot of books, a lot of notes.. Right now I'm reading a book about trolls and it's quite interesting. There's some stuff in here about the moon, actually, and they never refer to it as an it but they actually use pronouns. Mostly he though." He shugs his shoulders. "I just found it interesting. Especially once Anna told me about the Man in the Moon. She's probably tired of me asking her questions." He lets out a nervous chuckle which is cut short by a yawn.

"Did it say anything about choosing-?"

"Immortals?" he finishes with a grin. "Yes, actually." He opens the book and scans down through the page. He, that being the moon, is powerful. He can create life that never ceases. Like himself, these beings are powerful and are chosen specifically for a certain purpose. Do you think your father knew about this?"

Chosen specifically for a certain purpose- what is my purpose? Maybe I have to figure it out for myself, but that doesn't seem fair.

"I don't know," I admit uncertainly. What if my father knew? I mean, not many people outside of Arendelle know of the existence of trolls. I think there's a slight chance he did know. Did my mother know? What would they think now if they knew I'm immortal? I smile a little when I think of my mother and father meeting Jack. My mother would love him, but I say my father would have treated him like he was no less than any of us. That's why Arendelle adored my father as King. He treated everyone the same, no matter what class they were. He was a good person, and a great father. I miss him so much, I think to myself.

"The idea of being chosen for immortality is fascinating," Joseph goes on. "Do you feel different?"

I think about it and then shake my head. "No. Bar being able to fly, nothing has changed."

"Fascinating," he mumbles under his breath. "I'll talk to you later-"

"Joseph," I cut him off. "You need sleep, and a break from the books. Perhaps you should consider going back to the royal guards."

His face falls a little. "Oh, right. Yes. With everything that's happened I just- okay." He nods his head slowly, looking a little crestfallen. He closes his book and nods his head to me (I'm glad he has stopped bowing), and walks stiffly away from me.

I let out a breath, and look back to the moon one last time. Everyone was right to suggest we get help, I realise. Jack and I can't fight Pitch alone. He's too powerful, and I know he'll stop at nothing to get rid of Jack and I. Pitch wants power, and fear, and darkness. The rest of us was light in the world. However, I've come to realise that in the world there's no light without dark. The moon shines down but there's still dark shadows there, even when night turns to day. You can reduce darkness to just a few shadows, but it never truly goes away.

I linger for a second more at the window and then decide to close them again.

Tomorrow will decide the worlds fate.

I wander back up to the bedroom, finally feeling tired again. I think too much, which kind of wears me out.

When I hop into bed, one of Jack's eyes open and he gives me a tired smile. "Where'd you go?" he asks me in a croaky, tired voice.

"Just for a walk," I tell him.

He smiles again and wraps his arms around me. He kisses my temple and I close my eyes, always relishing these moments. I haven't had a lot of moments like this until I met Jack, and now I can have a lot more moments like this. "You should go to sleep," he says.

I would if I could, I think to myself. "I know," I reply. "You too."

Not even ten minutes later Jack is snoring lightly in my ear as I gaze at the ceiling above our heads. Too many thoughts run through my head about tomorrow. What will happen? I grow nervous as the night drawls on. Over-thinking is dangerous.

I sigh in annoyance and close my eyes.

Don't feel.

i don't want this story to end D: But soon, my dear friends... Soon... :3 Two/three more chapters left I'm afraid xD

Also, sorry for the wait. I know it was long... :L BUT HAPPY EASTER :)
I had a week off yay, but i have to go into school on tuesday to friday to study for my Leaving Cert... Grrr...

Anyway, I'm finished school FOREVER on the 21 of May :D And College begins on September 8 :) I'm so excited to move to Dublin! Gah! :D

Anyway...

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