**So, this one is a little shorter, but I'll definitely make it up to you in Chapter 6! Please enjoy and review!

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DAY 5

Elsa wished she'd pressed Jack for more information on Pitch's lair. She knew he didn't want to talk about it, but she knew he was in no condition to defend her, and that she should've probably been prepared in case she was captured.
A nightmare had woken her up soon after Jack left the bed, and she ducked out of the room just in time to have her own front doors slam in her face. She knew it was this Pitch character, and she knew Jack would probably need help. Just as she was about to blast open the doors, a monster slips through the cracks and forced her to back off. Curious, she thought, it's made of the same stuff I saw in my dream just now.

But, Elsa had no time for cognition. She blasted the dark, glimmering nightmare horse-thing again and again with her powers, but it kept reforming, its glowing gaze never leaving her face. She was backed up against the wall, then the doors flew open, and the last thing she remembered was Jack's voice.

Now, she was trapped in her own mind. She'd been through this before- when she first hurt Anna as kids, and then as teens. It was her mind's way of working through traumatic events, but she could usually leave. Now, as she navigated her memories, she felt as if her exit was blocked, frozen, almost.

Now Elsa was trapped in the night before she accidentally killed some of the Royal Guard. She'd dreamt of nothing except darkness that night, and this horribly terrifying voice echoed around her, telling her she wasn't in control and how she'd do anything for this mystery-speaker one day.

She relived that morning, waking up unrested, and real-time Elsa yelled at herself to stop what she was doing. To stop before the meeting with the Guard that would sent her spiralling out of control again. Alas, no matter what she tried to do, it always ended the same way.

This part of the dream, Elsa had relived many times- in and out of dreams.

Then, as if her mental signal was being interrupted, her head was suddenly filled with the deep, hearty accent of a Russian man.

'Hello? This is her?' The voice inquired.

'This is who?' Elsa asked.

'The new Guardian Manny spoke of? He said you were in trouble.' The voice said. Elsa groaned.

'I'm not a Guardian.' She implored, and perhaps if she was awake, she'd know if she was in trouble. The voice was silent.

'I had a Guardian say that to me once, and he turned out to be one of the best I've ever seen.' The voice said. Elsa was about to ask if he was talking about Jack, but reordered her priorities.

'Who are you? How did you get into my dream?' She asked.

'I am Nicholas St. North, but you pro-'

'Okej, you're North, I've been told a lot about you, but why are you here?'

'Who told you about me? Are you with J-'

'Jack Frost, yes, and I'm sorry for interrupting, but I think I should probably be awake right now, so unless it's incredibly importan-'

Elsa was torn from her dream by a coldness that surrounded her, and she opened her eyes to hostile darkness. She heard Jack's voice, but first, the voice from her dream returned for a moment.

'We finally meet, Snow Queen,' It said darkly. Yes, Elsa was definitely in trouble.

Jack had figured it out- Elsa's powers were controlled by her fear, and by having nightmares she lost some control over her powers. Also, Pitch didn't find Elsa's ice castle through Jack- Jack didn't even know exactly how he'd arrived at Elsa's castle in the first place. That night, Pitch must've latched onto a dream Elsa was having and made his way toward her.

Still, working this out didn't remove the guilt from Jack's chest.

Jack was sitting on Elsa's vacant bed, staring at his hands in his lap. Anna had gone to address the staff and people to be on the look out for Elsa, but they both knew it wouldn't help. Jack had told Anna all about him being a Guardian and Pitch needing Elsa to blackmail him. Anna had stayed strong and put on a brave face the whole time, which gained her Jack's respect.

Now though, Jack didn't know where to go, or what to do. He was sick with worry for Elsa. He knew Pitch had her in his lair, but the only entrance was destroyed by the Guardians when they rescued him a fortnight ago. Jack fell back onto Elsa's bed, losing himself in her scent only to be shocked out of his thoughts by the sound of his staff falling to the ground. Jack sighed and wearily leaned up to peer at his feet. His staff was lying on the ground, and Jack got to his feet to pick it up. He knelt down to grab it but as soon as he touched the rough wood, a wave of fear overcame him, forcing him to his hands and knees. This was certainly Pitch's power, and Jack turned his head to look under Elsa's bed. Sure enough, a pitch black hole led deep into the ground. Usually a Guardian wouldn't be happy about finding Pitch's lair, but Jack was overjoyed, and with that emotion the fear ebbed away. Jack stood up and with a gust of chilly air he sent the bed skidding to the door. Without a second thought, Jack jumped down the hole.

Pitch's lair was as terrifying as Jack remembered it. The black sandstone that made the twisting tunnels and gravity-defying stairs was enough to drive anyone insane, but not Jack- he had a Snow Queen to find.

Jack knew Pitch knew he was here, so he followed the path ahead of him, using his staff as a light. Soon he recognised a bend in the hallway. This was the start of the path from where Pitch had been keeping him, to Pitch's throne room. Jack turned to look at the cell where Pitch had kept him for three months. The bloodied shackle still lay on the floor.

Jack tried to swallow his fear and pushed on, into Pitch's throne room. It was just as Jack remembered it, except that Pitch's place was empty.

'Impressive, Jack,' Pitch's voice echoed around the Winter Spirit, 'that you found us this fast. Did you get your little Guardian friends to help you?'

'I didn't need any help Pitch- I could smell you from a mile away.' Jack taunted. He knew if he could stall for long enough to find exactly where Pitch's voice was coming from and get one good hit, he might be able to find Elsa.

'You came for her, Jack?' Pitch asked.

'I didn't come for you,' The Winter Spirit growled. Pitch's voice only echoed in the dark cavern- Jack couldn't locate him. Suddenly, a spotlight roared down on a place just ahead of Jack. There was Elsa- her dress in tatters and her hands heavily shackled to the floor. She was still passed out, Jack saw, and he was grateful- he didn't want her to see this.

'What's the catch, Pitch?' Jack said to the darkness while moving closer to Elsa.

'I think you already know, Jack.' Pitch materialised, standing over Elsa's body. Jack was about to jump forward, but Pitch held his hand over Elsa, giving Jack a knowing smile.

'Not so fast, Jack.' The Winter Spirit froze as still as Elsa. He didn't know Pitch's intention as The Nightmare King leaned over her, but he knew if he attacked, Pitch would probably do something bad. Pitch summoned shadows from nearby, and Jack became increasingly worried as they swarmed around Pitch and over Elsa. Jack saw her shudder for a moment, then gasp awake.

'My Jack, you did quite a number on her,' Pitch remarked, then leaned down close to Elsa's terrified face.

'We finally meet, Snow Queen,' He growled.

'Elsa?' Jack asked her, 'Are you okay?' Elsa looked at her hands, then at Jack, and began to speak when she saw Pitch's malicious grin and lost her words.

'Yes, I have that effect on most people.' Pitch said absentmindedly.

'So are you going to let her go now since you woke her up?' Jack asked only for Pitch to scoff.

'No Jack- what makes you think I would do that?' He said, while walking up to the Guardian. When they were facing each other, Pitch pretended to think.

'Now that I think about it, we've been in the situation before, haven't we, Jack? Except…' A bolt of shadows knocked Jack's staff from his hands.

'There we go, just like the first time.' Pitch purred. Fear flooded Jack's face, which only fed Pitch's growing power.

'Jack? What's he talking about?' Asked Elsa fearfully. Jack heard the chains rattle as she moved around.

'Oh?' Pitch said before Jack could speak, 'He didn't tell you? My, that'll certainly be a conversation topic over the dinner table, now won't it Jack?' Pitch said, his gaze never leaving Jack's face.

'Shut up,' Jack growled, but it was Pitch's turn to not listen.

'He didn't tell you how I easily stole him from his useless friends-'

'Pitch,'

'And kept him in the darkness for-'

'Stop it!'

'How I bloodied his skin and broke his bones-'

'I said shut up!'

Pitch was now talking to Elsa, who looked increasingly terrified.

'And by the time I was through with him-'

'I swear-'

'He couldn't stand the light of day, and he deserted his friends because of the tortures I put him through.'

Both Guardian and the Nightmare King were silent. Elsa looked at Pitch with newfound fear, and looked at Jack with newfound sadness. Jack ached to go to Elsa, to tell her he got through it once he met her. But before he could, Pitch directed a wave of shadows toward Jack, and slammed him into the dark wall behind. Jack could feel nearby NightMares begin to descend upon him. As soon as Pitch's back was turned, though, Elsa grabbed Jack's staff off the ground and pointed it at Pitch. 'It's a good thing I have no friends left to desert, then.' She said, and before Jack could cover his eyes, a huge, bright, uncontrolled burst of winter magic shot out of Jack's staff. The NightMares shied away from the light and Jack, while Pitch was thrown back. Jack took the opportunity (as soon as the spots cleared from his vision) to run to Elsa. They exchanged grateful looks as Jack grabbed his staff and carefully aimed it at Elsa's shackles. He was going to get both of them out of there.

No sooner had he blasted off one that Pitch was back on his feet, and sent NightMares Jack's way. Jack moved away from Elsa to fight them off, but they kept coming from all sides. Jack heard a small scream from Elsa, and spun around to see Pitch with his hand wrapped around her throat, picking her up off the ground. Elsa's legs flailed weakly.

In a burst of anger, Jack released a huge frost bolt which took out all of the NightMares, and sent snow all around the room. When it cleared, Jack was in disbelief to see no Pitch nor Elsa, just a residual swirl of shadows.

'Don't worry Jack, we'll have so much fun,' Pitch's voice faded out as Jack fell to his knees.

So close.

**The feels, right? Chapter 6 gets a little more heated than this, so keep an eye out! Reviews are incredibly appreciated; I want to hear what you guys think and would like for future stories/chapters... Caio and thanks!**