Winter Moon (Jelsa)

Chapter 39: Elsa

I was falling. Plummeting into an endless void.

In hindsight, jumping into the void of a god's mind probably wasn't the smartest idea.

I shot my magic out wildly, searching for something solid, but I was only met with, well, darkness.

When it was clear I wasn't getting anywhere, I began to panic.

Okay. Stop. Breath. Think, I told myself.

If this was Pitch's mind world, then I would have to think like Pitch. His mind would be endless to any mortal because he was a god, but Pitch would probably only believe that he has total grasp of his own mind and thoughts.

Only Pitch himself would have control over his mind because he is confident in only himself, but the actual endlessness is only an illusion.

The realization seemed to break something, and the next thing I knew, I was slamming into solid ground.

The impact didn't hurt, but instead felt weird, like the bottom was cushioning me. The ground was soft and marshy, covered in black sand. I could hear horrible noises too. The growl of monsters and the shrieks of victims. A small part of me was glad that it was dark.

Now that I was in his mind, I would have to take control of it. But how?

Staggering across the black expanse, I felt myself begin to sway.

No. The ground was shaking.

I spread my hands out instinctively, raising them in case I needed to defend myself.

What was happening?

Then, I felt something. A throb in my chest. Heat bubbled in my core. I wasn't sure what my core was though, since my body was technically my mind in physical form.

The words came next. I heard them, though I wasn't listening. It was like they were being projected into my head. I didn't recognize them, but it sounded like an ancient chant.

Or possibly a spell?

The ground rocked again, and my head began to hurt. I could feel the fire in me growing more powerful, the ache in my chest spreading to the rest of my body, like something was taking over. I began to struggle, lashing out with my power.

What was going on?

Elsa.

Elsa!

I frowned. There was someone speaking into my head. Jack.

Jack? I thought.

Snowflake, he chirped merrily into my inner ear.

It was like my inner awareness was turning on. I was conscious of the planes of my mind, the bridge that was linking Jack to me. It was still in progress, more like framework than anything. And I could feel Pitch. He was everywhere, like a parasite.

Tooth's doing the spell for a soul bond. I'm feeling the pain you're feeling right now, and it hurts. Don't fight it. This is a delicate process. Tooth is trying to link our souls together. Just succumb to the spell. Don't fight it. Trust me.

Okay.

The spell is constructing a bridge to bind our two souls together, but we don't really know what soul bonds do to people. What we do know is that it doubles our strength, and let's us share power. Together, we should be able to drive Pitch from your mind.

Is this a temporary thing? Like, how does it work?

Nah. Soul bonds are like agreeing to become besties forever, but I figured you wouldn't mind since the alternative is slaving away to Pitch. You can't defeat him alone, so I thought I'd lend a hand. At least a mental one.