Frozen Love: Jelsa

Chapter 13

Pitch

The first time Pitch had seen her was a particularly stormy and lonely night. The villagers had been gossiping about the king’s family leaving the castle and whatnot. But he had learned not to listen to petty villagers. He had been about to start terrorizing a baker when he suddenly sensed a great amount of fear and terror emanating from the royal palace. Whenever he got this sense, he usually just followed it to its source. This time it led him into a small palace bedroom, where a little ivory-haired child sat sobbing. The door opened a crack and a man with a strawberry blonde mustache walked in. Pitch recognized the man as none other than the king himself. “Are you all right Elsa?” he asked concernedly, “have you been controlling it?” He handed the girl a pair of white gloves and kneeled down beside her. Holding her face in his hand and wiping her tears away, he whispered, “conceal…” Elsa finished it for him, “don’t feel.”

Once the king had departed, Pitch said to himself, now it’s my turn. He slowly stepped out of the shadows and said in his most menacing voice,

“He’s afraid of you, you know.” Elsa turned her head rapidly, searching for the source of the voice.

“Who are you? M-my papa isn’t afraid of me,” she did her best to hide it, but Pitch could sense the doubt in her voice. When her eyes finally rested on the Boogeyman, she quickly retreated over to the window seat in fear. “Help! Somebody!” Pitch knew that the child’s pitiful cries wouldn’t do any good, though.

“No one will hear you. They wouldn’t help you even if they could,” Pitch told her. He was just about to throw in a little Nightmare Sand when he noticed a figure through the dark window. Whoever it was, they were dressed in a brown cloak and had tousled brown hair. He was trudging through the snow heading straight for the window. When he raised his head, Pitch could make out deep brown eyes and a…familiar face. The flashback suddenly ended with Pitch’s realization that he knew that face. It was the same boy, with a slightly altered appearance, whom he had seen with Elsa on the mountaintop. Just then, a rush of anger surged through Pitch. This Jack Frost had the audacity to take away the only person Pitch could ever have possibly loved. Elsa herself was no better! She had spit in his face, even when they had spent all those cold, lonely years together. Jack Frost must die.