Ana
My eyes felt sewn shut and it took a long tim before I finally peeled them open. I was lying on a bed covered with black silk sheets, my fingers explored the dark material in wonder and amazment. I sat up and braided my hair noticing the white streak in my hair was now dark, dark black. Black like ink I would use to write with in my studies. I frowned twirling it around my fingers, I continued to study it when I realized I was in a room, a dark room, dark but warm. The walls were a pale grey, but it was a warm sort of grey, not the dreadful, gloomy, depressing grey. There was a mirror on the far wall attached to a dark oak wood table, litered on top were my things, makeup, hair brush, lotion, the essential necessities I needed everyday. I stood and made my way over to the table and I took a seat and then looked into the mirror and I almost gasped at my reflection. But I remained silent as I stared at the girl looking back at me. She had my reddish braided hair, but where the white streak usually stood out, a dark black streak stood in it's place. I cocked my head to one side to get a full look at the girl looking back at me. She made the same movements I made, but she was different. Her cheeks a little sunken in and her complection was pale opposed to my normal cheery rosey complection. Her eyes were also mine, but dim and angry. Hatred swirled in them and I was shocked looking into them. Yet still I remained silent and just studied the face looking back at me. The freckles stood out like harsh dots against her pale face. I brought my hand up to my jaw and wasn't surprised to see her slender hand do the same. Finally tearing my eyes away from the girl in the mirror, I looked down finding my makeup. A coy smile tugged the one corner of my mouth up and I reached for the black eyeliner and I placed my elbow on the table and leaned toward the mirror and I closed my one eye. With a quick movement of my wrist I painted a thick black line around my eye, then proceeded to do the same to the other. When I was satisfied I leaned back in the chair I was sitting at and I took in the girl in the mirror. Her green eyes were circled with charcoal black, the black made her look fierce, dangerous, even slightly terrifying. She smiled coyly back at me and then she unbraided her hair and ran her hands through it, the black streak seeming to grow. Staring back at me was a different girl, one that reminded me of darkness, one that reminded me of hatred. She scared me, made me uneasy, and I loved her. I turned in my seat, stood up and walked over to the wardrobe across the room and I threw the doors open and I smiled at the simple black dress that sat on a hanger. I took the fabric in my hands and I pulled it off the hanger.
I opened the door pulling on my boots and I followed the sound of music coming from down the corridor. The corridor was grey like the room I had just been in. I was in a foreign place yet I felt at home and comfortable. The dark energy radiated off the walls and fueled me to keep a smile on my face. I walked through the halls until I came to a room with the door slightly open and the piano notes filtered there way through the cracks and I peeked into the room. I found the man that had taken me away from home, but seeing him didn't scare me like it had before. This time it filled me with sick butterflies. Darkness pulsed out of him like a beating heart, and it only drew me closer to him. He looked up, almost sensing my presence and his silvery golden eyes locked with mine.
"Come in my dear. I won't hurt you." Even his voice cloaked a dark undertone and yet it seemed as if my being yearned for it. I walked into the room and he offered me a seat and some tea. I greatfully accepted both and I sat across from him while he sat at a beautiful oak table that was worn with age. It was a magnificent table and I marvled at it and he smiled at me. "I guess you are wondering why I have brought you here."
I nodded slowly keeping my eyes with his. "Yes, yes I am. May I ask your name?"
"My name is Pitch. I am in charge of all nightmares all over the world." I should have been shocked, horrified, put on edge and felt like I should have run away from him and gone home. Yet the fact that he controlled nightmares only fascinated me more. "Does that freighten you my dear?"
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Alone with These Frozen Hearts
FanfictionElsa sat alone wondering if someone would understand. She wanted out of her small kingdom of isolation. She believed in Jack Frost, but not what he had in his past. When these worlds collide will Pitch also collide into the mix?
