Trapped in a Nightmare (Jelsa)

Eternal Solitude

Elsa's POV

I ran forward a few steps after stepping out of the portal before I tripped and landed on my face. Probably not the most graceful escape I've ever made.

I sat up and wiped my cheek, leaving a tiny smear of blood on my hand. Right. I wasn't immortal. I could still bleed and die. Which I most certainly was not in a hurry to do.

I was in a strange place. Gray stone seemed to stretch on endlessly in every direction. The sky was covered with pale gray storm clouds. Nothing moved at all, not even a slight breeze. It wasn't hot or cold. There was nothing going on at all.

I tried to remember what I had said when I threw the globe. I had been in a hurry and panicking, which didn't help me remember where I told it to take me.

"Take me away from here," my words echoed back to me. Yes, that was it. That was what I had told the snowglobe. Not exactly a lot to go on.

I glanced around again. There were no identifying marks telling me where I was. Just the uniform grayness.

"My my. What a surprise. Miss Elsa, here of all places," a voice said. A very familiar voice. I spun around, searching for the source.

Pitch Black stood a few feet away. Only, he wasn't Pitch Black. He looked like Jack Frost, except with Black hair and hazel eyes. He grinned at me.

"Come to keep me company?" he asked.

"What are you doing here?" I demanded. He tilted his head and made a pouty face.

"Angry are we? You should learn to control your temper. It will get you nowhere here," Pitch said.

"Where is here exactly?" I asked, fighting to control my temper. Pitch smiled again.

"Ah, that is the question. Near as I can tell, this is a space that exists outside of our worlds. Another dimension of you will," Pitch said.

"What do you mean?" I asked hesitantly. Pitch tapped his chin.

"How do I put this? The Earth where Jack and the rest of the guardians live is only one dimension. Arandell is a different dimension. This dimension, which I call the Nonex, is yet a third dimension."

"I'm not sure I understand."

"Think of it like this: the realm of matter is like a cake. There are many different layers, maybe only three, maybe hundreds or thousands. Sometimes, it is possible to travel from one layer to another. There are very few ways to do this. One sure way is with my magic. Another is North's snowglobes, which is how I imagine you got here."

"That still doesn't explain what you're doing here. Or why you're still using that Jack disguise."

"In order to become partially mortal and appear to look like Jack, I received aid from a witch to strengthen my powers. The cost of the magic made it so that I am forced to remain in this form temporarily. I also have to come here occasionally so that I don't unravel."

I reached into my pocket, but then I realized I was still wearing my nightgown. I hadn't even had a chance to change out of my pajamas! I glanced around for the snowglobe that I had used, but it was gone.

I was trapped here with Pitch Black for who knows how long.

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Pitch left after a while and returned much later. He was holding two bags.

"How come you looked like your normal self in my dreams when you tried to kill me?" I asked.

"I prefer the term liberate. And it's because I can reveal my true form in dreams. In dreams my immortal form is the one that travels. Otherwise, I'm stuck in this mortal form," Pitch explained.

"Why are you answering my questions now? You never did before," I pointed out suspiciously.

"You never asked questions before," Pitch said.

"What's in the bags?"

"Food, clothes, and a couple other things for you. After all, you are still mortal."

Pitch put down one of the bags and backed away. I hesitantly walked forward and peeked in the bag.

Inside was a beautiful silver dress. Underneath the dress was a journal, pen, and a small box of food.

"What's this for?" I asked.

"I told you, you're still mortal. You need to eat. And I figured you would be more comfortable wearing something other than your pajamas. And the journal is so that you'll have something to do while you're here," Pitch told me.

"Why couldn't you just being me a snowglobe so I could get out of here?" I grumbled.

"The Guardians will be on guard. If I showed up looking for a snowglobe, I would probably be killed on sight. And believe me when I say I can be killed. A side effect of being mortal."

I hated admit it, but he was right. And no matter how evil Pitch was, I couldn't force him to go to his death. Besides, if he died no one would know where I was.