Ever since she had left Arendelle, she had been running. This time was different, however. She didn't know where she was running too. The Queen of Arendelle was tired, but that wasn't what was bothering her. As of right now, she was alone. Already he had broken his promise to her. She had hoped this time would be different. But she was foolish to think so. This man had promised her love, friendship, power, and freedom. But she barely knew anything about him while he seemed to know quite a lot about her. Memories of their meeting danced behind her half-lidded eyes as she struggled to hold onto the promises he had made her.

"You don't have to be alone, Elsa."

As he stepped out of the shadows, her fear intensified. "Who are you?" This man was tall and dark; a dangerous aura surrounding him. "What do you want with me?"

"Why, I simply want the same thing you desire. A friend. Someone who understands me, someone who I can understand in return."

"And what makes you think you can understand me? You don't know anything about me!" Elsa was scared. The fear wasn't of the man, though, it was of the words he spoke.

He smiled bitterly. "I know a lot about you. You're a Queen. You have a younger sister, no parents. You're afraid to love her, to be near her. You're afraid of a lot of things, my Queen."

"How do you know all this?"

"There is one thing I always know, Elsa."

She hesitated, but decided she couldn't let her fear show. Don't let it show. "And what is that?"

"People's greatest fears."

She furrowed her delicate brows. "What are you?"

"My name is Pitch Black. Some call me the Boogeyman. If I am correct, you have come to know me by the name of Busemann. Others call me the devil."

The control over her fear she has been trying so hard to keep vanished. "The… the devil?"

A light smirk appeared on his face. "Just because I've been called that doesn't mean that I am that. I know you've been called a monster, and I don't believe that's what you are. Though based on your recent actions, I'm not so sure."

"Don't talk about that. It was an accident."

"Oh Elsa, we all have things we're ashamed of. That's why you need someone to help get you through. Someone who understands you. Someone like me."

"But you're evil! I'm not- I don't think… I'm not evil!"

"And neither am I. I'm criticized and feared for simply doing what I was made to do. Join me. Together we can do great things."

She was lost. His words were so tempting, and yet the look on his face told her to run from him. She needed a friend; someone who would understand her. "Leave me alone. I don't want to hurt you."

"Don't you see?" He laughed softly. "You can't hurt me. I cannot die."

And just like that, she was following the shadows. They led her to him, and together they would be great. She had found her friend- her crutch, her ally. They could live together in peace and the Queen would never be afraid of hurting anyone again. Not Anna, not her people, no one.

"Well, I see you've made it here safely."

"Pitch!" Her previous doubts of the dark man were no longer visible in her eyes. "Where exactly is here?"

He swept his eyes across the field. "My lair. Well, the entrance to it. You must be tired. Unfortunately, we have no time to rest."

"But I just got here."

Once again a smirk dusted his lips. "Yes, I realize this. However, I'm afraid we're being followed."