When Black Comes to Play

Why does my shadow have eyes?

ISA POV
I'm ten years old now, and this scary feeling of being watched still hasn't gone away. I try saying my name, and everything else Mom and Dad tell me to do, but nothing works. Nothing ever works. They try to tell me stories of when they were little, and Dad would help Mom to not be afraid of her powers. That just makes me more sad. I know Mom understands being afraid, but not the way I am afraid. They say it's too complicated for me to understand, but I think they just don't want to tell me. I think they think I'm too fragile to know this stuff. But I'm going through it, right now, and I deserve to know what's really going on!
I prefer to stay away from other kids. Anna and Kristoff's kids, especially. They try to understand, but, they just... Can't. No one can. I don't want to scare them. Not because of my ice powers, I've explained that to them and Mom already. It's not about immortality, ether. It's just that, no matter what, I always end up talking about the fear that I have of the dark. I ramble on about how my shadows have eyes, and how I feel like I'm always being watched. And they end up running to their parents and not sleeping for a week. So when I stay away from the other kids, it's not because I don't want to be around them, it's because it's better that way.
I can't go sleep with mom, ether. I've tried that. He comes anyways. No matter what, he is always there. So I've decided to stay alone, to relieve my parents, and everyone else, of this monster. But I know they still try everything to keep him away. I wish they wouldn't, though, because it's useless.
Mom tells me stories about her and Jack, from when she was a little kid. How he taught her to control her powers and use them for fun, and to not be afraid. She tells me that whenever he was around, she felt happy, and she could have fun without worrying about hurting anyone. Those stories seem so nice, and I can relate to them. There is someone like my dad, that comes to me every night, right before I go to bed. He taps me on my forehead, he leaves, and then I fall asleep, dreaming up horrible nightmares. And I remember each and every one. Every night, my whole life, this has happened. I'm sort of used to him, but not really. When he comes around, I am paralyzed with fear. So, I'm really just used to that feeling, not him. He is a whole different story. But I am not, and never will be used to the nightmares he gives me. They're full of death, and depression, and voices calling for help, with agony that rips me apart. And then, there is his face. The dark eyes, and he evil, cold stare. It's also... Sad, for some reason. It haunts me, every night, and it doesn't even do anything. Well, it did something, once...
I was sleeping, going though yet another nightmare, when his face appeared once more. But this time, he spoke, in an unclear, muffled voice, that made the hair on the back of my neck stand up.
"Don't be afraid," he said, almost like he cared. "I've only come to play." I wanted to scream. I wanted to yell my lungs out and screech get away, you monster! You don't care about me, you never have! But all I could do was stare back, until I woke up. I was crying when my eyes opened that night. My cheeks were stained with my tears. My eyes were puffy, and my pillow was damp from my sobbing. When I could finally se clearly, I saw a figure, a dark figure, standing in a corner, watching me. He had this sort of... Somber look on his face. This time, I did scream. He looked alarmed, and flew out the window. When my parents got there, it was too late. The window was open, and the cold night breeze was waving my curtains. Moonlight flooded in, filling the room with safety. It always does that. But this time, even it was too late. The damage has been done. My shadow had eyes that night, and it's been watching me ever since.
So, that's really nothing like my dad. But I still try to talk to him, because there's something about talking to it that makes me feel better.
I don't know what it is, though.
BLACK FROST POV
What have I done? I had no idea what I was getting myself into. I actually do care about her, but at the same time I have to be the scary boy in the shadows, who always gives her nightmares... Until she turns 20. It's definitely not willingly, it's the curse. The one that I came up with before I actually met her. Now I care about her, and she doesn't know a single right thing about me, and she'll never know the full truth unless she really tries hard... But I suppose that won't happen. The last impression I make on her is one of a monster.
ELSA POV
We've tried so many different things to keep Black Frost away, even though the Trolls said nothing would work. We stayed with her one night, but she said he was still there, even though we didn't see him. The Trolls explained and said that it's similar to believing in a Guardian. If you're not afraid of him, or he simply doesn't want you to see him, you won't. We mentioned that Pitch could never do this, but they explained that Black Frost was much more capable of fear than he was.
We also turned on all of her lights when she was asleep, because she says he goes away in the daytime. It didn't work. It has to be sunlight, because it's the opposite of darkness. He's still weak in light, but light also creates shadows, so he still got to her.
We tried using magic, too. We asked the Trolls for some light magic to keep nightmares away. Sandy pitched in a bit with that as well. But still, since there is always fear, or darkness, or any sort of risk, it failed. Everything always fails.
I wish I could do something for her. I know what it's like, and it so hard to watch her go though it. And when I think about her death...
I can't. I won't let that happen. I'll never let her fall victim to Black Frost. I'll do anything to keep her from that much fear. She's too innocent! She can't go on like this. I'll do anything to stop it.
Anything at all.
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