My Snow Angel: A Jack Frost love story

Chapter 22: Corrupt

Desdemona's POV:

With trembling hands I began to open the envelope that the dove gave me, but I  stopped short. My heart raced and everything around me seemed to spin. What is this feeling? Why can't I think straight? What is this whisper of a voice crying out to me?

Not wanting these feelings to overwhelm me, I ripped the envelope open and the vision opened like a screen before my eyes. Jack Frost, sobbing, hyperventilating and wailing out the name of who I used to be. My heart thumped loudly in my chest and I felt as though I would be sick at the sight of his pitiful display.

Then in a flash, Pitch was there. He cast aside the envelope and the vision disappeared.  The dove attempted to fly off but he quickly captured it in a cage of nightmare dust.

Pitch black: Desdemona! Are you alright?!

I looked down at my hands which once held the envelope and to my horror I could see frost slowly creeping up from my fingertips. The skin left behind in its wake was cleansed of my dark veining and my sharpened nails became shortened and round.

I scraped desperately at my hands trying to stop the spread of this purifying frost.

Desdemona: Pitch help me! Get this off of me!

Pitch took my arms and held them at my side, careful not to touch the frost.

Pitch black: I can stop the spread and reverse it, but this may play out into our favor.

I struggled against his grip, the cold burning my hands was overwhelming.

Desdemona: What do you mean!? How can this pain I am in possibly help!?

Pitch black: Remember your plan Desdemona. We can use this to our advantage, your hands look like that pitiful Amorette's. We can trick them into thinking you're being cured, when they try to help you I will step in and we will have them.

Desdemona: It hurts Pitch!

With every moment I could feel the frost traveling up my hands and for every inch it moved that whisper in my head grew louder.

Pitch black: I know, I know. The pain should stop when I stop its progress. But first we need to make you look more convincing.

Desdemona: How!?

With that he took my forearm and moved it to where my hand touched the  edge of my dress. The frost spread and began to erase the dark green and black of my outfit leaving a hideous white in its place.

Pitch black: We have to spread it to make it look like you're being cleansed or they won't believe you. Once you have enough pure spots I will stop the frost from advancing. Once we have the guardians I will use my sand to reverse it.

Despite the pain I did as he said and left splotches of frost that created purity in its wake on my wings, shoulders, legs and one side of my face. The voice only grew louder and so did the pain both physically and emotionally. Once I had enough splotches and he stopped the spread, I was no longer in pain. However the voice wouldn't go away, instead it whispered  "I'm here. I'm here, It's me."

I didn't tell Pitch about this, and with the dove in tow we set off to go hunting for Guardians.