(Jack's POV)
I woke up screaming. I shot out from where I was sleeping. I was breathing hard, cold sweat covered me.
"Jack!" Elsa woke up. She sat up, and took my hand. She looked concerned. I gasp, trying to calm down.
Elsa rubbed my back. I instinctively press closer to Elsa.
"Are you okay?"
I can't lie and say I'm fine. I don't answer, I simply shrug.
"Were you having a bad dream?"
"I'm the son of the Nightmare King, it's kinda in my blood..." I confess.
"(Gasp) You mean this is normal?"
"Yeah...either I have a nightmare or I don't dream at all at night."
"I'm sorry." Elsa comforted. "When I had nightmares, my mother would sing to me. Would you like me to sing to you."
"If it's no trouble..."
We lie back down. Elsa wraps her favorite scarf around me. She pulls me closer to her and begins to sing.
"Where the north wind meets the sea
There's a river full of memory
Sleep, my darling, safe and sound
For in this river all is foundIn her waters, deep and true
Lay the answers and a path for you
Dive down deep into her sound
But not too far or you'll be drownedYes, she will sing to those who'll hear
And in her song, all magic flows
But can you brave what you most fear?
Can you face what the river knows?Where the north wind meets the sea
There's a mother full of memory
Come, my darling, homeward bound
When all is lost, then all is found"
The hauntingly beautiful melody lulled me peacefully. Elsa sang sweetly. But, the song sounded familiar...like I heard it before...
Wait! My mother sang the same song to me....
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Author's Note: Still alive! I am sorry you had to wait a bit longer for this chapter. And also I apologize that it's short. Still, this chapter's VERY important. Next chapter we go back to seeing how the little war in Auradon's brewing. 😈 Thank you for all those who've reading this story. Please vote, comment, and share this chapter, thank you. 🤗😚🤗
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Frozen Solitude
FanfictionJackson Overland Pitchiner, popularly called Jack Frost, is the son of The Nightmare King. He was born on the Isle of the Lost. Unlike most teens on the Isle, he's a loner. He may socialize and occasionally join in some fun, but he's not a gang jo...