When We Collide (on hold until August)

Chapter One

@lovepercyleoandnico1: Well hello there, fancy seeing you at the beginning of this lovely fanfiction. I am collaborating with an amazing friend of mine for this story. I have high hopes and I hope that I can live up to them. I will try to make my authors notes more normal for the sake of your sanity. Nicole does not have an account yet, but she is going to make one very soon. The amazing cover(even if I do say so myself) was made by @CurlyBritishTattoos her stories are really great so if you have time go read themJ. And please vote/comment/fan if you like this.

Nicole: Haha Ritz does ramble doesn’t she? Yeah and I basically want to say what she is saying, hope you like this cakes (yes I did mean cakes, its my word thing)

                                               Chapter One

A.c.c.i.s.m.u.s:

Meaning, a form of irony in which a person feigns indifference to or pretends to refuse something he or she desires.

Elsa’s POV

 "Elsa where are you? It's time to go down and greet our guests! “Anna’s shout echoed through the halls to where I was standing at the foot of an enormous window.


"Just a minute Anna," I mumbled without tearing my gaze away from the inky blue almost black sky.
"Are you waiting for your star?" She asked cautiously. I still didn't turn away from the window though I could feel her presence at my shoulder.


"Yes," I replied, absentmindedly stroking the velvet material of the curtains, “Yes, I am" 
I had only very recently confined to Anna about my star, but she hadn't laughed like I had expected. 
In my years if solitude the star was the only thing that remained constant for me, and the only thing that I looked forward to at the end of the day.

I would start waiting just after sunset so that I might be able to catch sight of the first star to enter the night sky. The star meant all the palace staff had gone home and I could escape my room and go outside and play like a normal child, or how normal of a child it was possible for me to be. I had stopped leaving the room after my parents died but the star was always like a good luck charm for me. It still is, I hope. 


"Queen Princess, the guests are getting impatient, perhaps you should go greet them…?" one of the servants asked us. Reluctantly I tore my gaze to acknowledge the person, but when I looked back there was already a cluster of stars in the now black sky.My heart sank as a sigh escaped my lips. Just a childish superstition, I thought, shaking myself out of this brooding demur, no meaning really; just like Santa Claus the bogey man and Jack Frost. 


"I saw it Elsa" Anna whispered squeezing my hand excitedly. "Now I have good luck." 


" You've always had good luck," I looked at her, amused.


"So will you Elsa," she smiled dragging me by the hand towards the door. “Just watch. So will you.”
I let her pull me along, and smiled back at her, trying to ignore the nagging voice in my head, if Anna was right, why did I still have that horrible, cold feeling in the pit of my stomach?

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Adjusting my ice blue dress self-consciously, I descended the stairs, my regal aura fading with every step. The music, the rhythm, I wanted to lose myself into it. The guests parted to make way for me, and I smiled as I acknowledged different individuals. Bobbing my head to the beat slowly to the music, which was rather unlike me, I headed to the drink table at once.

Many a surprised look was cast at me, but I was beyond caring. I smiled at the staring people and downed the drink in one gulp and smacked my lips mischievously.

“Feeling rebellious?”  Someone right behind me said. I started, and turned to see a guy, tall, lithe, and dark in appearance. He had silver - golden yellow eyes resembling an eclipse, dull pale-gray skin, and glossy black hair that came out as slick spikes from the back of his head. He wore a long, black robe with a v neck line and shadows running down his arms, obscuring his body like a shadow.  The corners of his lips were slightly lifted in an amused smirk. He looked familiar, like some-one I should know.

“Do I… do I know you?”  I shook my head, trying to put a finger on that familiar face.

“Maybe. I’m Pitch Black.”

“Pitch Black? As in, the Pitch Black?”

“Depends on which Pitch Black you’re talking about doesn’t it.” He smiled coldly, but the coldness was not directed at me. It indicated the conversation was finished.

His distant manner, the walls he seemed to have built around himself were calling out to be breeched. I wanted to know his secret, why he held back, refused to let himself smile.

 “Can I pleasure you with a dance?”  I looked up and met his eyes.  They bore through me, giving me the feeling he knew exactly what I was thinking. He breaking into my thoughts, I had wandered into territory he thought was best left unexplored.

“Can I pleasure you with a dance?” He repeated, holding out his hand.

But I couldn’t. I couldn’t dance with this person, in his strange attire and his distant manner.   I couldn’t dance with him, no matter how drawn I felt to him. Wait where did that come from?

No matter, I was straying from the topic. To dance or not to dance?

You know you want to.

Shut up… I groaned at the cocky, over-smart sassy voice in my head.  But as always, she had a point. Wasn’t tonight supposed to be about me, the real me?

I felt a flicker of doubt. He was a stranger, and even looked foreboding. I was a Queen, I had to hold back, not be impulsive. Not be rash. Not hasty. Always holding back, always being the good girl I had to be

I gave it one last try.

“You aren’t on the guest list are you? You’re gate crashing. This is an invitee’s only party. Isn’t the fact that you are here against the rules or something?”

“Your point being, princess?” He said in mock politeness and raised his eyebrow, knowing exactly what my point was. He was obviously a rule breaker  Did this boy never run out of cocky, over-smart, sassy comments?

Remind you of someone Elsa?

Shut up, I groaned at the annoying voice in my head again.

I had made up my mind. I sighed and shook my head, smiling. He offered me his large rather pale hand and I placed my small one into it. He led me to the dance floor and the song changed. It wasn’t something I had heard before, but it seemed to fit the moment perfectly.  It seemed almost too perfect.

I closed my eyes and place my arms on his shoulders, he his on my waist. I swayed to the music and lost myself, just as I had wanted right in the beginning. I felt a surge of this strange, unexplainable, calming happiness through me, and I knew I had Pitch to thank for it.

 “Thank you.” I smiled at him, and he smiled back. His first genuine smile rather than his usual poker face, smirk or brooding expression.  It was a nice change, and I felt a fuzzy feeling in my stomach to know I had drawn it from him. I closed my eyes and sighed with satisfaction and when I opened my eyes, just like that, he was gone.

 And knowing my luck it was probably forever.

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