Frozen Heart {Jack Frost & Elsa}

{Dark Crimson}

{Dark Crimson}

            “No! Jack!” Elsa screamed as they both descended down, his hand still holding hers. The air rushed all around them and the shard of ice inside of his body released a flood of blood in their fall. Tears began to escape her eyes and the time stilled as they fell, she pressed her face against his cheek and closed her eyes.

            She expected her death to be quick once she fell into the snow, but it cushioned them instead. It felt like soft cotton on her body and she opened her eyes in surprise, she sat up and turned to Jack.

            His body lay mangled on the snow, the ice shard diminished leaving a clutter of sparks in its wake. Elsa gasped and touched his pale cheek, wondering and hoping he was still alive. “Please J-jack wake up,” she whispered her voice cracking as she gazed at his handsome features.

            Was she blind? Not to realize that he was the Jack she had been waiting for all these years?

            But now he was…gone before her eyes, before even telling him how much she loved him. She loved everything about him, his twinkling eyes, his ruffled hair, that mischievous smirk…and just about everything about him. He was the only one…

            “Jack no, come back to me,” she cried her hands griping his shirt with plead. The tears came gushing out, landing on his chest exposed by a thin cut. Her cries echoed in the dark mountain as she held onto him, her hand still holding his. “Jack…”

            “When I grow up, promise me that you and I will be forever together just like my parents,” her voice invaded her ears, the wind blowing in the background tossing her hair back and forth.

            “I promise, to be with you forever Princess,” Jack answered brightly as he hugged her, his heartbeat pounding against her back as they soared through the night. “As long as you promise never to forget me,” he added, his blue azure eyes twinkling under the moonlight.

            “I promise to believe in you forever,” she replied with a smile.

            “No don’t leave me Jack, I still haven’t even told you-I never told you…” her voice faltered and her eyes opened as she came back from the old memory. “I love you…” she finished as she leaned in to press her lips against his.

            They were cold to the touch and she did not flinch or shudder as she kissed him tenderly, no she felt her whole world tingle and her stomach flutter with happiness. She felt as if she was floating in air, and it made her dazed.

            She leaned away still gazing at him and whispered, “I will never forget you Jack, and you will always be in my heart…forever.”

            Elsa stood up her dress covered in snowflakes, and she closed her eyes as she raised her arms and felt warmness wrap around her. Her blue sapphire eyes opened and the cold surroundings shook under her, the snowflakes rising up as she stroked her fingers and made the cold ice hanging from the walls to tremble.

            Her hair flashed and it became a light platinum pint, the soft brown hair gone and in its place an ivory woman looking for revenge. Never in her life was she thirsty for vengeance and she could feel it rushing through her, the adrenaline blinded her senses.

            Elsa lowered her arms and the air around her swirled a thick mist formed and with a twirl of her wrist she made the floor under her rise high up to where her castle awaited. Her eyebrows were furrowed and her eyes narrowed, Elsa was ready to finish off Pitch before he hurt anybody else.

            The bewilderment shining in Pitch’s ebony eyes didn’t settle in until Elsa walked toward him. An army of giant snowmen at her side, their glowing eyes targeting him from afar as their large builds came closer.

            “I see you are still alive Elsa and still possess your powers,” Pitch rolled his eyes holding Jack’s staff with an annoyed expression. “How sad and here I assumed you weren’t needed and out of my sight,” he let out a long sigh.

            “I will bring you down Pitch Black, you will pay for killing Jack,” Elsa felt her heart tighten at Jack’s name. She could still see his pale face printed inside of her mind every time she closed her eyes.

            Pitch erupted in laughter his gold eyes flashing as he grinned, “Well at least I got rid of one annoyance.”

            With an angered grunt Elsa shot a large shard of ice into Pitch’s body, but his eyes giggled as his body disappeared like fog. She looked around for his murky figure and felt a cold chill near her ear.  

            “You have to do better than that Queen Elsa,” he laughed into her ear, and when she swirled around to freeze him he was gone from her vision. She was frustrated as he disappeared and appeared so quickly through the castle her ice missing him at every chance.

            “Oh tell me how that idiotic fool went down to his death; I quite can’t believe he is out of this world,” Pitch asked with a curious tone, his grin unnerving. Elsa sent her snowmen out to attack the dark nightmares surrounding her castle and she followed Pitch like a predator after his prey.

            “Prepare yourself Pitch Black, for you will not believe when I beat you and drive you to hell,” Elsa extended her arms out and released a gush of cold wind just as he appeared a few meters away. His feet froze under him and he irked an eyebrow, a chuckle escaping from his lips.

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            “Oh Jack,” Periwinkle crooned as she flew to his stilled body. Tears rushed down her cheeks as she settled on his chest, his hair blowing along with the wind. “I’m sorry I left you, please forgive me,” she apologized as she brought her hands up to touch her eyes with guilt.

            “If only I hadn’t involved you into this situation, you could have been living with the mortals,” she croaked as the tears fell into his skin. “Why did I let you speak to the Man on the Moon? Why did I tell you about your past and…about Elsa?”

            Periwinkle felt like a boulder had descended and crushed her whole body, she was crumbling inside over the guilt of letting Jack fight against Pitch. This was all her fault, and she knew it.

            For if she had not fallen for the Guardian of Winter, and let him walk back to his home to start over. Jack Frost would not have died…