When Black Comes to Play

Coronation week, day 4 The funeral

ISA POV
By the time I woke up on Thursday, it was done. Apparently the Trolls came overnight and did it. Today, it's the funeral of our beloved family friend, Emily. It's hard to believe that I was talking to her, just a few days ago. And now she's helped me say goodbye to my childhood friend/murderer. It's overcast outside, and the birds aren't chirping.
Everyone is here, like, anyone who's ever known her, even Gerda and Kai and their baby. They're wearing black, and most everyone is crying, or at least somber. Even though she was everyone's enemy once, she turned out to be a good friend and even better family. It's also quite a big thing, in the immortal world. She was the first one, ever, and now she's dead. That's proof that immortals can die of fear, but only in the right condition. I don't think anyone will die like this again, though.
Speeches were said, tears were shed, and at the end of it, we all went home and morned. David came over and hugged me and we talked for a very, very long time, and I explained every last thing.
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That night seemed empty and pointless. There was no longer anything in the darkness. Nothing to be afraid of. No one to talk to, at all. It feels like a part of me has been taken out, and I can never get it back. In a way, that's true. As I go to sleep, and close my eyes without help, I notice a tiny piece of paper pinned on my wall, in the corner where Black Frost usually is.
It seems like it's always been there, but I don't know why.
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EMILY POV
When I died, I didn't go to the light, I went to the Fear Landscape where my enemy lives most of his days.
I'm stuck here forever now.
But I lived a good life, I'm proud of what I accomplished, and happy to die for my friend. I'm old enough to do that now. What was I? 7000 something? Anyways, since I died because Isa's fear was transported into me, and it's been going on ever since she was born, I am now watching her life play out from the very first moment to the present. I get to watch over her, which is quite a gift.
What isn't a gift is the constant sobbing of Black Frost.
I look over at him, curled up in a little ball under a tree, rocking back and forth. I think that he really loved her, but that's too bad, because after tonight, she'll forget he ever existed. And since the fear ends tonight, my window to her life will as well. It will be in a constant loop, but I can't interfere.
I'm dead.
"How much did you love her?" I ask, not looking back at her life.
There is a moms of silence. "A lot," he finally manages.
"You sure are heartbroken, aren't you? You've been like this for quite a bit."
"I just... I knew this was going to happen, but I never knew it would be this bad." A sob. "I'll miss her so much... And she won't even remember me." Heavy breathing. Sob. "And I hurt her..." Breath. "So much." More sobbing.
"You know about the image of her life that I see, right?" I ask.
"Yes, but I couldn't bare to watch it. And plus, you can't interfere. And I can't ever see her again." Man, he sure is depressed.
"Okay, seeing how broken you are by this, maybe we could find a way. At least something to tell her that you were there. We have an advantage that no one else has, so we'd better use it."
"Like what?" He looks up. "What would we do? Nether you or I can be there physically."
"Well, if I'm correct," I say, "you can technically still go into her life as long as she doesn't see you. If we found a way to leave something..."
"Like a note?" He requests. He suddenly reminds me of a puppy who's just been told that he's going for a walk.
"Yes, like a note." I say. "Think of what you could write that won't interfere too much. And also think about what point of time you'd want to leave it in."
There is a brief moment of thinking. "I've got it." He finally states. "Let me go to the day she was born."
"Right away," I say.
He teleports away from the Fear Landscape to Isa's life, to write and place the note.
BLACK FROST POV
Isa isn't here yet.
Good. I have to write it before they bring her home. I find a pen and a piece of paper, and when I'm done, I stick it in the darkest corner of her room. How much more obvious can it get? I can't leave my name since that would mess things up, so I think this is as good as a signature. I turn around, and take one final look at her room. There's a crib instead of a bed, and the walls are a different colour. Will the note be thrown out when they repaint? Hopefully not. The sun is setting outside, so they'll be home soon... I should go back now.
"Goodbye, Isa," I say to no one before I leave.
I'm back in my home, and the Snow Queen is there, of course. It's quite lonely here, since we're the only two. I can still leave, but she can't, because she's dead.
"That went well," she says.
"I hope," I respond.
I've also decided to leave another trace. After tonight, she will never have another nightmare again. Tonight will be her very last nightmare, because I can't do anything about it. But I'll make sure nothing dark meets her ever again. One final tear runs down my face, and hits the ground with a sound as loud as a pin dropping. She won't even remember me.
And then I'm done. Back to me.
Normal, evil me. This will just be chalked up to motivation and a backstory. I didn't really have much of one until now. At least I'm the Boogyman with a bit of depth and a broken, dark, and frozen heart.
I'll miss you, Isa.
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The story is coming to an end :( but it's not over yet! :) keep reading! And thank you for not abandoning me after all of this time! :)
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