Jelsa: Capturing the Snow Queen (Dark Jelsa)

chp 1: cold embrace of darkness

     Beneath a blanket of velvet sky, the world slept in silence, its breath held by the cruel embrace of winter's night. Shadows danced like phantoms of snowflakes across the snow, weaving a tapestry of darkness that once concealed the secrets that long buried beneath the frost.

The Enchanted Forest lay cloaked in a serenity yet eerie landscape of tranquility — its beauty towering over trees draped in blankets of white snow and icicles that lightly shine through under the pale moonlight. In a timeless place, where magic lingered every frozen moment of breath, the quiet was almost always too reverent, as if the world itself awaited for a momentous event turn around.
     At the heart of the forest, there stood a solitary presence who moved with her grace, her presence both ethereal and commanding. The Snow Queen herself, Elsa, trailed a cloak of ice behind each step, leaving a delicate path of lace frost on the frozen ground. Her blue eyes, shimmering like shards of glass reflected off of the cold air and the distance of the moon. She was a vision of beauty and power — her very essence intertwined within the cold winter that surrounded her.

     Elsa paused briefly at the edge of a crystalline dark, shallow lake; its surface mirroring with the moon and stars in a glistening light glow. She stood there, her silhouette watching against the backdrop of the heavens, her thoughts in a whirlwind like snowflakes in a cloud of dust and confusion. She looked down at it, seeing how far she could see into it.
The lake, a sacred place known to be a preserve presence as if acknowledging the silent conversation between her and the stars above.

     Elsa began to speak.
"I'm in my sacred place, no one knows where I am. I'm who I'm supposed to be — I know exactly who I am," she whispered softly, her breath forming a delicate mist of cold air. The words she spoke were both a declaration and a question, her voice a gentle ripple in the stillness of the night. She gazed slowly at the stars, their light piercing through the darkness, a celestial reminder of her journey and her destiny.
     The air around her began to crackle with magic she never seen before, a palpable tension that seemed to hum with life. It was a connection that went beyond her control, a bond that tied to her something — or someone else, a force of fate destined to shape her future. The forest with ancient magic and untold secrets, seemed to watch over her, its silence a treatment to the gravity of the movement.

Beyond the shadows before her, a figure slowly rises from the sky and lands on a tree quietly as he watches her, tilting his head. Jack Nightshade (Dark Jack), his form barely discernible against the backdrop of the forest, stood in the shadows, his gaze fixed on the Snow Queen with a small smirk place on his lips. His heart is in a dark place, a storm of conflicting desires and emotions. His hair covered with silver highlights hovering over his black hair — silver black eyes shimmering with The Snow Queen's distance.
    
     Drawn to Elsa by a force of 'task' presented by his father — he felt an instant magnetic pull that defined by nature of their very existence. He knew what he must do, yet the sight of her — so fierce and fragile — filled him with gnawing misery.
Jack's mind was a tumultuous sea of rage and thoughts racing through him. He had been given a task that one be done before midnight falls or all else he will be die if he fails. He must capture Elsa, The Snow Queen, brought to those who demands to have her powers, including his father, Pitch. But he couldn't help to just watch her — the pang of agony fulfilled him along with his blood of hesitation. The connection between them was undeniably remarkable, a bond forged between by the forces beyond comprehension.

He wondered if there was another way — a path that didn't lead to destruction of betrayal and heartache.

     As the first light of dawn creeped over the horizon, casting a soft glow on the snow-covered landscape, Jack took a deep breath; then closed his eyes for a brief moment to feel the light forming on his pale skin. He steeled himself for the task ahead, his revolve hardening, like the ice that surrounded them. He couldn't afford to waver now. The fate of many depended on his actions — including his father depends on him. He had to see this through, no matter the cost.
As the light grew stronger, Elsa turned away from the lake, her thought bubbling up inside her mind like a swirling cloud shifting from introspection to the present moment. She sensed the change in the air, a subtle shift that spoke of an impending encounter. Her eyes narrowed slightly as she scanned the forest; her instincts alerting her to another presence. She knew was not alone.