**Hi there, and welcome to Day 6! Upon writing this, I'm splitting in half because it's kind of long, but it's long because this is pretty much the beginning of the end, or at least the end of the beginning. Enough rambling, but I've got to say my sadistic side really enjoyed writing this. So:

Triggers Warning!: mentioned and implied rape, assault and general violence.

Enjoy, my little Fearlings.

I don't own RoTG or Frozen**

DAY 6

Jack had no time to grieve about his defeat. Where would Pitch have taken her outside of the lair? He asked himself as he climbed out of the entrance to Pitch's dimension and back into Elsa's room. It had taken him all night, and when he emerged, the sun was already in the sky.

He knew Pitch had a fetish for totally embarrassing his enemies, so she would be somewhere Jack would only think of after… After the damage had been done. Jack knew Pitch would want to hurt and embarrass him, so he scanned his mind for places Pitch could use against him. Obviously not any of the other Guardians' bases, and Jack would've felt Pitch's presence if he was still in the castle. There was only one other place Pitch knew was close to Jack's heart.

'My lake,' Jack gasped. The Winter Spirit raced out of the Arendellian Royal castle and into the town.

There was no way Jack could make it all the way to Burgess in time, but maybe someone faster than him could, or at least pass on the message.

Jack floated onto the roof of one of the Scandinavian homes, his body totally still and his eyes like a hawk. He examined every part of the town carefully but quickly.

Come on, Baby Tooth, where are you when I need you? A familiar buzz caught Jack off guard. He spun around to see a tooth fairy hovering behind him, looking very ignorant and sweet.

'Baby Tooth!' Jack shouted in glee, he would've hugged her if he wouldn't have crushed her.

'I need you to tell the Guardians to go to Burgess and see if a friend of mine, or Pitch, is there, okay?'

The fairy did its little tweet/buzz thing back at Jack as a response.

'What do you mean they're already there?' Jack asked- only he knew about Elsa. She replied.

'They thought of it alrea- what do you mean?' Jack was dumbfounded, surely this wasn't true- it couldn't be. Nevertheless, Baby Tooth told how North had told the other Guardians (who were all still buzzing from the announcement of a new Guardian, from Manny, of course) that this new Guardian was with Jack. They all figured Jack would've gone to his lake to recover from his time with Pitch, so they went there as well.

'Go on!' Jack entreated. The fairy told Jack the Guardians hadn't seen nor found anything. The last trace of Pitch's magic was long gone from whenever the Nightmare King had been in Burgess last.

Jack was crushed. His last chance to find Elsa and save her from an enemy with which she had no quarrel. Jack turned back to the fairy, whose eyes were now wide with concern at his sorrow.

'Well, there's only one place left for me to go…'

As soon as Jack began his descent from the air to Elsa's ice castle, he gasped in shock. He cautiously treaded through the doors which were still blown off their hinges. The Winter Spirit lost his breath when he saw the state of the interior. One of the entire staircases had collapsed into rubble, and the chandelier had fallen on the water fountain, reducing both of them to snow and bits of ice. Jack sped into the kitchen, which was equally ruined, and tore open the furthest cupboard. He breathed a sigh of relief as he saw the now-not-so-little, black bird still there. The Winter Guardian gently shut the cupboard and raced back into the main room.

Where could she be, where could she be? He repeated to himself over and over. The last time he found the entrance to Pitch's lair, it had been where Elsa had last experienced a huge amount of fear. Pitch's lair had been under Arendelle, where Elsa was living.

Think, Jack, think!

She'd had nightmares… The entrance was under a bed… It's where she was living…

Suddenly it struck him.

Took you long enough, you frosty moron.

Thanks brain.

He sprinted into Elsa's room. The door and window were broken, and her tiara lay on the floor, but that wasn't what Jack was looking for. He dropped to his hands and knees to look under her bed. Except for the fact that her bed was pretty much a block of ice. There was no dark undercarriage for an entrance to Pitch's lair to even be in.

Again, just as Jack was building hope, Pitch either directly or indirectly crushed every spark of it.

Jack walked up the remaining staircase to the second floor. He took a second to look at his reflection in the now-cracked mirror. He stepped forward and lay a cold hand against his reflection. He looked terrified- did he really care this much for Elsa?

Yes, he did.

A beam of light struck Jack's eye, distracting him. As Jack looked up, he saw the Moon blinking at him through one of the many holes in the ceiling. He smiled as he felt Manny's presence wash over him.

Please, Manny, where is she?

Jack's gaze wafted to the summit of the mountain that towered above him. The Moon's light faded away, but Jack was suitably distracted. He squinted. There, up on the peak was the tiniest glimmer of blue and a blot of black. The sun was just about to begin going down, and glints of coloured light reflected off the blue object as if it was… Moving. As if she was moving!

How could he have been right and still so wrong?! Pitch was keeping her right in front of his nose- or, more like, on top of his nose.

Thank you, Manny, thank you so much!

It was evident The Man in the Moon wanted Jack to save Elsa just as much as Jack did. Perhaps she was going to end up a Guardian, after all. Jack just hoped it wouldn't happen how it had happened to him.

The Winter Guardian launched himself up and out of the ruined castle, in the direction of his Snow Queen.

Pitch wished he could just tell her he wasn't going to kill her (yet, at least), and she'd shut up. But no, he couldn't give his plan away to the enemy, and her knowing the plan would probably just make her protest more. Even gagged the human was an annoyance, but Pitch didn't let her know that. The Nightmare King and the Snow Queen were atop the North Mountain, Elsa didn't know exactly why, but Pitch was waiting for Jack. Despite his taunting, he knew Jack was a smart boy and would figure it out, one way or another. Elsa cursed at him again through the gag, and Pitch didn't hesitate to stop his pacing to whirl around and slap her in the face. Pitch grinned. That shut her up.

Once he'd shadow-traveled himself and the human out of his compromised lair, she passed out again. One, because she was probably unprepared for the shift in matter, and two, Pitch did choke her out. He took the opportunity to chain her up again, and re-assemble his NightMares. They were situated on a plateau near the top of the mountain, with a clear view of the pathetic human settlement; Elsa's ice castle, which Pitch inwardly considered beautiful, but had no idea why it was crumbling; and anyone who would try to come their way. Pitch sent some NightMares out to check on Jack's progress, then turned to the irritating human.

'Elsa, right?' He asked her. She looked back indignantly.

'Oh, of course.' He chided, and yanked the gag out of her mouth so it hung like a necklace.

'Jag kommer att frysa ditt jävla blod,' She cursed, but Pitch was not amused.

'Charming,' He satirised, hooking the gag back into her mouth, 'You two were made for each other.'

He'd hoped for some terrified speech, maybe a little begging, but now he was just bored. Which gave him a very Jack Frost idea- he would make his own fun.

'You know,' He said, turning to face her with a small but cruel smile, 'Jack was just like you when I captured him.'
Elsa's eyes lost some fire. Pitch knew this was what scared her most- what her "Guardian" was too afraid to even speak of- what exactly Pitch had done to him.

'But, as you may know, I embody fear, so it didn't take very long to break him- less time than I expected, actually.' Pitch threw in the insult just to jar her nerves more. Also, it was funny.

'I tortured your little boyfriend in ways you can't even begin to imagine.' He derided. But still, the human silently challenged him. Pitch knew this was his cue to go all out. He began to casually pace before her.

'The best part probably wasn't seeing him in so much pain, and it wasn't seeing him beg for mercy. It wasn't touching the wounds I'd given him. It wasn't starving him and feeling his fragile body. It wasn't hearing him cry and sob. And even though it would've come in close to the best part, it wasn't raping him, either.' Pitch chuckled at the memory, and he saw fear and realisation begin to seep into Elsa's eyes.

'It wouldn't have been feeling his blood run freely through my fingers, and it wasn't the taste of it as I licked it from his body. It wasn't seeing him struggle as I strangled half the life out of him. It wasn't kissing his bruised face. It wasn't hearing his cries of pain, as delicious as they were. It wasn't tearing off his clothes and seeing him too weak to even try and put them back on. It wasn't even chaining him to the floor like the property I owned.'

The human's face almost made Pitch want to laugh out loud, and nonetheless he began to smile victoriously.

'It wasn't the sound of his bones breaking. It wasn't seeing his mind and soul disintegrate as I left him in solitary confinement.' Pitch growled with glee.

'And even though it was what caressed me to sleep every night, it wasn't the sound of his shackles across the bloodied floor.'

Elsa wasn't hiding her terror, even if she could've. She was suddenly reminded of her own restraints.

'No, Elsa,' Pitch said, biting back a maniacal grin, 'the best part?'

He knelt down and held her face, forcing her to look into his deranged eyes.

'The best part,' Pitch paused for effect, 'was seeing him enjoy it.' He finished, and let the full force of his infernal power affect his next words.

'And the best part about me having you won't be all of that,' Pitch said, reaching a hand down between Elsa's legs, 'no matter what will be different this time,,,' He growled.

'It'll be seeing you enjoy it too. Showing you how weak you are in the face of fear.' He told her. Pitch could tell the human was holding her breath as he brushed a finger over her exposed teeth- probably to keep from crying. It was what little kids did all the time when they saw him, and it only amused the King of Shadows more. He openly laughed,

'Yes, we're going to have so much fun.' He caressed her thigh. She really was lovely- Pitch would enjoy breaking her. He wouldn't be gentle like he was with Jack- this witch had taken his Winter Spirit from him, and he would get his revenge.

Elsa bit his finger and Pitch yanked his hand back.

He would get his revenge, starting now. Pitch stood up and raised his hand to strike her, but she was looking elsewhere, and in her eyes… Was that hope?!

'Don't touch her!' The voice of Jack Frost reached Pitch's ear just in time for him to dodge a blast of Winter magic.

'Jack, it's about time.'

**Hope you guys enjoyed that. Except the slight cliffhanger and all *maniacal laugh*. If you want the next chapter, I'm going to need two reviews for this one pweeze!**