∞ Remembering Jack ∞ (don't wish sequel)

Somewhere...

I didn't make the video, all credit and rights go to the owner and maker of it.

There is going to be a lot of POV (point of view) moving about in this chapter if y get confused leave a comment and I'll do my best to help yaas.

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~ JACK ~

I slowly, carefully, open my eyes. Everything around me seems to be hard and cold. Great. I shake my head a little to try and remember what happened. No luck. All I remember is falling. Away from Elsa.

~ ELSA ~

My eyes start to open as my body awakens. The first thing I feel is the roughness of a blanket and pillow. My mind is racing as I observe where I am. Sitting up, I look around me, and spot a window. An exit! My first instinct is to run at it. But as I get closer, hard cold chains yank me back.

"You won't get out, Elsa." A voice says. I try not to listen and study my shackles. There must be a way. I lean over and look out of the window, Jacks face appears in the glass. Immediately my heart tugs at the last memory I have of him. Telling him I'd wake up soon...where is he now? Is he alright? Is he alive? What did Pitch do to him?! I look down and then look back behind me. Pitch smiles at me. More of an evil smirk actually.

~ JACK ~

I close my eyes again, and images flash through my memory. I rub my head a little again, and then look up to the moon.

"Is she okay?" I whisper. I get no reply. I just need to know she's safe. "Is she alive? Please. Manny. I need to know!" I mutter, a little annoyed. But how can I stay that way? Regret floods through me as I think of how broken Elsa looked when I last saw her conscious... "Just...just tell me she's safe...please manny. I love her so much..."

~ ELSA ~

"It's almost nice to see you alive again." Pitch snickers.

"You're a murder." I spit.

"We kill for the things we love. You would." Pitch retorts. His eyes glimmering with amusement.

"Never." I snap.

"You'd kill me." Pitch says sharply.

"That's....different."

"Is it? Do you want to see him again Elsa? Your Jack?" Pitch asks. I imagine Jack infront of me, his forehead resting on mine. I breathe in deeply and bite my lip. Fighting my tears.

"Jack..." I whisper.

"Oh Elsa ... If only he was coming to save you." Pitch murmurs.

"What...what do you mean?" I ask, turning to face him.

"He's dead! Didn't survive the fall." Pitch shrugs like Jacks life means nothing to him.

"N-no. No he's alive. He has to be!" I say. Despairing. My feet grow colder and I look down to see the floor covering with ice. "I love him..." I whisper.

"You don't love him!" Pitch says, laughing almost. "He will be as he is forever, a ignorant teenager and you, you will blossom in a full grown woman, then an older lady and so on...what will you do?"

"We will figure something out!" I cry.

"Good luck..." Pitch mutters.

"He's not dead. He can't die. He has to come. It's part of the prophecy!" I mumble, my emotions taking over. The room starts to freeze over and I half sigh, half cry.

"Elsa, give up."

"Never!"

~ JACK ~

I look around for my staff. It must have fell with me! I look around, under rocks and snow. Finally my hand stumbles on a hard mound in the snow. I dig through the biting snow and grip into my staff. Or one half of it. I dig around and salvage the second half.