Cold Against Dark (a Jelsa Fanfiction)

Chapter Two

Elsa couldn't remember the last time she had had a good dream. She couldn't remember a time where Pitch hadn't messed with her mind.

She tossed and she turned, each night with his dark shadow looming above her, as he played with her dream, gloating internally, watching the child struggle and squirm.

The only nightmares she had revolved around fear. They were all about hurting people she loved with her powers and how she'd never be able to control them.

That night, it was clear the nightmare was worse than ever as she moved and struggled in her slumber. She wanted to wake up but every time she tried, she felt as though a weight was pressing down on her chest, keeping her from waking.

In immense pain all Elsa could do was lay there, stuck in her nightmare, struggling to breathe.

Happy with his torment, Pitch stepped back, deciding he'd had enough of playing with her mind. He watched with glee as the nightmarish scenes unfolded in her head without his intervention.

Elsa jolted upright with a start, squinting at the clock opposite her bed. It was only seven thirty.

Letting out a heavy sigh, she collapsed back on her pillow, exhausted after another night of being Pitch's rag doll.

Her eyes were heavy, and her heart felt numb as if the fear had grown inside her overnight. "When will you leave me alone" she mumbled, turning over in her bed to face the wall.

"Until we've had enough, I guess?" Jack walked over to her, shrugging as he watched her curl up into a ball under the covers.

Elsa paused for a second and then turned back over too face the boy. She squinted at him, rubbing her eyes and as her vision cleared, she could see Jack was stood cockily, the same smirk plastered on his face as he always had.

Jack's face was a mystery to her. He looked so young but his eyes, they told a thousand tales, more than his mouth ever could. They stood out amongst his twisted and cruel facial expression, almost revealing something else, as if they were looking for something that even Jack wasn't sure of. His face was a mask, but his eyes fooled no one, especially not Elsa. She could see a sense of loss in them, a need to belong somewhere, things she knew about all too well. The thing that jumped out at her most however, was the fear in them – he was afraid.

Elsa's realisation made her own eyes widened, bringing her back to reality. She wanted to look away from him, but she stared right into his eyes as he stared back, a puzzled expression replacing his usual smug look.

Pitch slowly rose up behind Jack, as if reading the emotions on Elsa's face in an instant, he grimaced gleefully, "Elsa, when you look at Jack, what do you see?"

The question took both Elsa and Jack by surprise.

She sat up in her bed, nervously chewing the inside of her lip as she chose her answer carefully. "An evil, cold hearted boy!" she spat, adding a slight venom to her words.

Jack laughed softly at the girls attempt to be defensive and put his hand on his heart, pretending to be hurt by her comment.

"Okay, Elsa, what else do you see?"

The second question from Pitch took Jack and Elsa by surprise.

"Pitch, she just said what she sees me-" Pitch put a finger on Jacks lips, hushing him before speaking again.

"Elsa, tell me what you see" he demanded.

She swallowed the lump in her throat. Why was Pitch trying to pull this out of her?