Trapped by Fear

Chapter 38

(Jack's POV)

After some trial and error I finally figured out where they were.

Arendelle

A relatively small kingdom with deep history and culture. I didn't want to be spotted from the air so I flew into a forest on the edge of the fjord that surrounded the kingdom to gauge the situation safely. it wasn't long before I spotted 2 figures in the distance. one tall and dark looming over a frightened pale figure. it had to be. What was happening? what were they doing? what was going on? keeping to the tree line I crept closer. the sound of sobbing became clear. it was coming from Elsa

I'd seen her cry before, but this felt different. It wasn't out of fear, relief or just plain sadness. It was a visceral cry, one of deep-rooted pain and grief that ripped itself out of your throat no matter how hard you tried to stop it. I'd cried that way once before. When I finally realized that no one would ever be able to see me. I would never be seen; I would never feel seen. I would never feel alive.

My heart wrenched at the sound and without thinking I raced to her.

"Elsa!"

The world ceased to exist in that moment. I came face to face with her and looked into her eyes. Those eyes that held so much and told me more than she ever would. But now, those beautiful deep blue eyes were clouded and shallow. Glazed over and unfocused, she was looking at me but she couldn't see me, it was like she couldn't see anything. 

She wasn't lucid. She was panicking and breaking down. She was shaking violently and her breathing was ragged and shallow. She was breaking.

I knew that something terrible had happened. Something had pushed her over the edge. She was scared and confused, pain etched across her face. It broke my heart to see her like that. 

Then 2 things happened at once. Elsa's legs buckled and gave out. And as she fell to the ground something hit me in the back and the impact threw me far back and away from her. 

When I regained my senses from the blow I looked up and saw the one responsible for all this; Pitch.

I launched at him angrily, "YOU! WHAT DID YOU DO TO HER"

Pitch laughed and dodged. I struck again, blasting him with my staff. He shot nightmare sand back at me and our powers collided in the air. Negating each other and exploding overhead.  

"I didn't do anything." Pitch cackled, " This was all her" 

Pitch gestured around and I finally noticed the surroundings properly. What once had been a watery Fjord was now covered in a thick layer of ice. And all around us a storm raged. 

I blasted pitch again and again he shot back, our powers clashing in the air between us in a burst of blue and black. The colour of a bruise. 

We circled each other in the eye of the storm. Elsa lay between us on the ground with her head in her hands. Whenever one of us tried to fly in to reach her the other would block and blast them back. We were equally matched somehow. This push and pull game of cat and mouse continued for what felt like forever. And all the while the storm raged more and more furiously. And every time we exchanged blows Pitch would torment Elsa all the more. I didn't understand half of what he said to her but I could see how it was hurting her. I desperately wanted to take her away from there, away from HIM. But I couldn't reach her.

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(Elsa POV)

My head hurt, my heart hurt, my eyes hurt, my ears hurt, everything hurt. I could feel my grip on reality slipping. I couldn't think straight. Of everything I had been through, all that had happened to me, all that I had done; nothing compared to this. 

I was vaguely aware of a storm raging, the sound of something thundering ever present. The wind and hail lashed against my back and somehow I felt the cold of the ice beneath me. I never felt cold. But now my heart felt cold and heavy, I was drowning. Falling into myself. What had I done....

Despite the noise of the storm I could still hear the whispers. The whispers the whispers the whispers. THE WHISPERS!!! They wouldn't stop. 

Evil

cursed

burden

murderer

waste

disappointment

worthless

destroyer

murderer

vile

malicious

foul

cruel

wicked

ugly

murderer

unloved

unlovable

monster

murderer

monster

They swirled around my mind in a cloud of darkness. Everything I'd done, everything I was; was a waste, a mistake, evil, cruel and damaging. The only thing I had ever done was hurt people. It was almost funny. This is what my life had amounted to. I went from being a crown princess, destined for greatness, living in luxury and having everything I could ever dream of. To less than a slave, an object, an animal. And it was all. my. fault. I think I started crying and laughing hysterically then, it was hard to tell. This was it. It was over, I gave up. I just didn't care anymore. Caring had brought me too much pain. 

Then a power that wasn't mine dragged me to my feet against my will. Something swirled around me, suffocating me. Then just as it was too much it was pulled away. And with it, it took something from me. It felt like fire being pulled from my bones, like a lightning strike that wouldn't stop, energy I didn't know I had left was clawing its way out and leaving me weaker than before. 

I couldn't do anything else but scream.