The Horrible Nightmare

A Horrible reality

Elsa gave a slight stare to the boy named Jack. "I'm Queen Elsa. How did you know that... Thing was here?" She questioned as she looked around for any other signs of a shadow creature. Jack gave a chuckle and shook his head playfully. "Yes. I did know. The man who made it is named Pitch Black, The Nightmare King. He had a plan and the target was this place, why I don't know." He said as he seemed to finally realize all the blood. "Oh no... He's never been as drastic as to KILL someone." He emphasized as Elsa bit back a sob. "My sister CANNOT be dead. She CANT be!" She exclaimed in sadness, anger, and frustration. "I never said she was dead." Jack said with a bit of impatience. "Pitch probably just has her as leverage." Elsa kept holding back her sob, not believing anything that he was saying. "Well, Jack, now that you seemed to have brought Pitch into my life, then you need to help me get my sister back." She said as she regained her queenly manner. "We leave at dawn." She added. Elsa began to gather supplies, and Jack watched intently. Elsa gathered a basket of small blankets and candles along with matches. Elsa also snuck to the kitchen and got some food. She slinked off to the closet at the end of the hall and grabbed her cloak. Elsa quickly put it on her body and looked out the window as the sun began to rise. "Time to go." She said to Jack, not waiting for him as she walked out of the gates and into town.