When Black Comes to Play

Who are you?

Author's note: Okay, some of this chapter happens in the night, but I promise nothing will happen. PROMISE. Even if it seems like it will, it won't. I'm definitely not capable of writing stuff like that so don't worry. Just wanted to warn people. So don't skip, because nothing weird is gonna happen. Now, back to the story!
ISA POV
I'm so exited. So, so exhilarated for an event that will happen in a few months. In a few months, I turn 20 and I become an official princess! Coronation and everything! I'm so exited. So SO so happy. I'm bouncing off the walls, sometimes literally. Teresa has already become official royalty since she's older, so I know how the whole shebang works. I'm also jealous of her, but in a playful joking way. Oh, I am just glowing with happiness! I already know what I'm going to wear. I'm wearing a beautiful blue sparking dress made of ice. Mom taught me how to make dresses with my powers, it so fun! The dress really is pretty awesome. I'm going to curl my hair, too, since it's as straight as raw spaghetti. I'll have it all in a bun as well. I'm just gonna wear regular silver flats. Oh, enough fuss about what I'm going to wear. I'm becoming a real princess! I have some news I need to tell someone...
The sun has set, and now I'm waiting. This is going to be interesting. I've missed him during the day. I miss him during all days. I wish the night would last forever, so he never has to go. The only problem is the fear, even though it's just a natural thing for me now. And plus, the man in the moon is always there for me. He'll take Black away if things get too bad. It's happened before. Sometimes it's a good thing, but others I disagree with the moon. He takes him away too quickly... Maybe it's because he doesn't know we're on better terms now.
When I start to close my eyes, I hear the window open.
Keeping my eyes closed, I smile, and say, "Hello, Black Frost." I open my eyes and sit up. He is standing at the foot of my bed, with the same heartbroken look he's always had. Still just as mysterious, with his strange choice of words when he talks. He always speaks like he knows something that will happen, almost like he knows the future. Still just as scary, and chilling, worse than anything in any book I've ever read. Always just as beautiful, with his black hair, pale skin, and eyes that remind me of the sky at night. He never wears anything different than his hoodie, and dark brown pants. Never any shoes. I find that sort of funny.
"Hi, Isa," he says wistfully, but also with care, and it's also intimidating. I don't get it one bit.
"I have some big news," I smile, well, as much as I can in this tense atmosphere of fear and mystery.
"Tell me," he says, smiling as much as he can with his half smile, that sad, heart wrenching smile he does, and I have to decide whether to scream or start crying. I do nether, and continue to talk, my voice uncertain and quiet.
"I'm turning 20 in a few months!" I exclaim in a whisper, with exited fear. The feeling is normal. "That means I become an official princess! If anything ever happens to mom, I'll be the first in line to step in and take control! Isn't that exiting?" My eyes are wide, my voice is shaking, and I've leaned forward a bit.
He looks down, and away, like he's trying not to cry. He is tense, too. I've never seen him this sad before, or this anything before, and I don't know what to do. I'm scared, confused, and curious all at once. This is not a good thing, I suspect. His hands turn into fists, bunching the blankets under his hands, and he actually does start to sob. I really am utterly clueless. I've just told him great news, and he's crying? What's bothering him?
"What's wrong?" I say, hesitantly sliding over to his side. My heart beats even faster and I become even more anxious because of fear as I inch closer. I am terrified right now, but I care more about this boy who is crying on the edge of my bed for no reason in particular.
"I... Always knew this would happen, sooner or later." He whispers, his voice cracking. Wow, I don't know what's going on. "Of course it would. I just didn't know if they'd have... Told you, or not. But I guess they wouldn't have. It's be too hard for you to understand. It wouldn't be the truth, anyways." What did he just say?
"Excuse me?" I question, still afraid. "I wouldn't understand? I wouldn't understand? I've lived with you my whole life, listening to those words from everyone. I have lived with this fear my whole life. I am the only one who knows what I am going through at this exact moment, or any moment. I understand better than anyone." I'm angry right now, but I'm still frozen.
He looks back my way, with no signs of crying at all. "Sorry, I said that wrong," he apologizes. "You wouldn't be able to handle it." He's almost back to his normal self now, and the sobbing has stopped. How is he saying these things so monotone?
"What?!" I explode, still paralyzed. "I can't believe you said that! I can handle most anything! I'm the soon to be princess of Arendelle, a magical being with ice powers, and I've handled this for almost 20 years!"
"And that's all you'd think you'd get if they'd told you what they think is the truth!" He bursts. I'm thrown aback, and confused, and afraid, and curious, once again. As soon as he said it, he looks like he wants to curl up in a ball, crawl under a rock and wait until the end of everything and time itself so he can fade away into nothing.
"W-what do you mean?" I ask, my voice quiet. He looks down, and tries to hide himself with the blankets.
"Black?" I whisper, peeking over the sheets with anxiety and curiosity.
"What's going to happen to me?" I really, really am scared now. It just now sank in.
Black Frost is afraid of this thing.
A thing that is going to happen to me.
Quiet, shy, timid little me. I have no idea what it is, which just adds another layer on the terror.
"I..." His voice is quiet, barely audible. His eyes are starting to water again. "I can't... Tell you, Isa." He breaks down. He suddenly leans forward, causing me to lean back until I can't anymore. I am frozen in place, but not literally. "You'll find out soon enough, but not now. Not yet. Just a little bit longer, and you'll figure out everything... I hope."
"You've been saying that to me ever since I was born," I whisper. "I'm starting to doubt if it's the truth." I've been bombarded by these confusing words ever since I could understand English.
It's time someone put some sense in them.
His eyes are big and sad, the moonlight shining off them, creating star-like sparkles in the darkness. They remind me once again of the night sky. He starts to move forward, until I am against the headboard of my bed, and I can't back up any further. My eyes are wide, and my heart is beating so loud I'm sure if there were speakers connected to it, all of Norway could hear it's erratic thumping.
But he's still sort of... Normal, in a way. Well, not normal, but I don't know how else to describe this feeling. The only other extreme I've experienced besides fear is happiness, and maybe a bit of anger, and sadness, too, but nothing ever like this. This is all of those things mixed together, all at once, all staring me right in the face. And I don't remember reading any books describing that in my days spent at the library. It's not exactly love, ether. I am at a loss of everything right now, I'm at the short end of the stick.
Just like I've always been, I guess, but it's all starting to hit me now.
I am terrified. My eyes start darting around the room, because I suddenly feel like the world is watching me. I feel goosebumps creep along my skin. The hair on the back of my neck stands up, and I go right back to the comforting, yet chilling eyes in front if me.
I want all of this to go away, right now. I just want all of this fear, and darkness and pain to evaporate. Then I remember what the Trolls said to us, 5 years ago.
I remember Mom telling me everything, down to every last word.
"There is a way for him to stay away, forever, Isa." She said. "But there's a horrible price. It's dark magic, it's evil. I've banned it from the kingdom, but it's the only way to get rid of him."
"What's the price, Mom?" I asked her. She sighed, and turned somber.
"Emily," she said. I remember feeling so angry, sad, confronted, and guilty all at once.
"No!" I exploded. "Never! Have you even told her? Asked her about what she thinks? She's our friend! I won't kill her!"
"I've talked to her," she said sadly. "She agreed to do it. She considers it a sorry to us for everything she put us through, a long time ago. We've accepted it, too, but no one is happy about it. But it's up to you, now, Isa."
"No," I said, determined. "I will not take her life. I can't. Who would? I can deal with Black if that's the alternative. After all, I've dealt with him for all this time." I remember thinking that I also didn't want him to go.
She looked at me with sad eyes, like I wouldn't be able to handle him much longer. I remember feeling angry about that. "Okay," she said. "But if you ever change your mind, just tell me. Even if it's a long time from now. All you need to do is tell me."
"The day I decide to kill someone for my own benefit would be the day I die inside." She left as soon as I said that, looking like she was holding back tears.
And that was the end of the conversation.
But now, I'm reconsidering the deal.
"I don't know if it's the truth," he says, backing up, and giving me more personal space. I take advantage of this, and draw in my first non-shaky breath, or maybe even my first breath, since a minute ago. "I don't even know if you'll figure everything out," he continues.
I've been so lost in my flashback that I've forgotten what we were talking about. "Sorry, what was that?" I ask, but he doesn't seem to hear.
"It all depends on how it plays out, I guess." He says, and looks at me, with big, sad, frightening, dark eyes that have haunted me my whole life. "I just..." He trails off.
"Remember, I didn't want to scare you, but I have to." What? This was out of nowhere. Sometimes he says things like that, and they make absolutely no sense.
"Huh?" I am very confused... And scared, as always.
He sighs, and smiles a half-smile. "Everything will work out in the end, Isa." He whispers, and leans in close. "Good night," he finishes, kissing me on the forehead as I fall back in my pillow and drift into sleep.
Before I'm completely gone, I feel the blankets being pulled over me, and I hear my window close with a gentle thud.
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