Frozen Love: Jelsa

Chapter 9

Jack

Pitch, also known as the Boogeyman, simply stood there, probably waiting for them to react, with a clever-looking grin on his grey-skinned face. When Elsa described him from her childhood, Jack had immediately remembered his defeated enemy. Still, he wasn’t sure how Pitch had come back. Then, it hit him like an icicle on the head. This isn’t the Pitch from the future; it’s the one from the past! He thought to himself.

            After thinking this through in a matter of seconds, Jack automatically planted himself in front of Elsa, giving her as much protection from Pitch as possible. I’m not losing her again, he thought, clenching his teeth, and especially not to this coward. As Pitch appeared in a flash of dark sand in front of him, Jack pointed his staff at his enemy’s chest.“Pitch, what are you doing here?” Jack knew that this villain was not the same one he knew, but he couldn’t help noticing that Pitch's appearance hadn’t changed much in 320 years. Jack was rattled out of his thoughts by Pitch’s deep voice saying,

            “Well, I don’t know who you are, Lover boy, but I’m here for the girl.” At the mention of Elsa Jack noticed Pitch’s expression soften, before crusting over like a frozen lake again. Jack looked over his shoulder at The Ice Queen and her terrified expression. Seeing Pitch probably took her back to the time of being small and afraid. Back when she was too helpless to defend herself against Fear.  

                  “I'm Jack Frost, and let's just say you’ll have to get past me first,” Jack growled, turning back to Pitch and looking him straight in the yellow eyes.

“W-what do you want with me?” Elsa stuttered, with tears still in her eyes. The tears that were starting to freeze on Jack’s hoodie as his frustration and anger built up inside of him. But Pitch took no notice of Jack.

. Instead, he turned to Elsa’s trembling pale face.

“Don’t you understand? You are the only one who has ever been practically consumed by fear, who understands what it is to live in this world, but to never come in contact with it.” Elsa moved slightly closer to Jack at the words, never come in contact with. The Boogeyman sighed and stared off into the distance before continuing. He seemed to be slightly more peaceful and innocent than the Pitch from the future.  But when his expression hardened yet again Jack was reminded that this Pitch may be from a different time, but he was just as ruthless and cruel as ever. “That is why I’m going to make this world pay for hating me and always forcing me down.

 Now I’m crawling up! I will rule this world and all who inhabit it. And you, Elsa…you can be my queen.” Elsa cringed with a look of disgust as Pitch extended his hand to her. As if he was welcoming, even friendly! But Jack knew better. He threw himself at Pitch, ready to whack him with all he had--but for once, Pitch was overpowering. With a flick of the wrist Fear had Jack pinned to a nearby pine tree, using blades made out of Nightmare Sand to hold his hoodie sleeves down. Jack writhed and wriggled, but Past Pitch had more power than the one he knew. The blades threatened to puncture his skin, and he remembered all too well about Sandy’s “death” years ago than to mess with the Sand. Meanwhile, Pitch had an evil luster in his eye as he spoke to Elsa once again. “Well, do you accept?”

But Elsa had regained her courage and was no longer the scared child locked in a bedroom she once was. She stared at Pitch with contempt and replied, “I’d rather die,” and spit in his face. With the most terrifying face Jack had ever seen on him, Pitch disappeared with the words, “so be it.”           

The words hung in the air as Jack finally managed to break free from the sand by freezing it and making it explode into shards of ice.

            “Wow, he said, “wasn’t expecting that.” He ran over to Elsa, who had been standing there for several seconds looking pretty shaken up. He wasn’t sure how words of encouragement would help lessen the weight of a death threat, but he did know something that would help. “Hey,” he said, keeping his voice calm, “would you like me to teach you some self-defense?” Elsa raised her head and looked up at him with a grateful smile.