Neme-Goddess-of-Death
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Neme-Goddess-of-Death
Friendly Dabbler
Neme-Goddess-of-Death
Friendly Dabbler
Neme-Goddess-of-Death
Friendly Dabbler
Neme-Goddess-of-Death
Friendly Dabbler
JELSA٭- Elsa sat at the head of the large, darkly stained table with her legs crossed at the ankles and the long sheer train of her shimmering blue dress carefully pulled to one side so that it pooled next to her feet on the floor. Her almost white hair was swept to the side and twisted so that it led back to a braided bun at the nape of her neck. With her hands layered neatly one on top of the other in her lap, she paid careful attention to the discussion going on at the table.
"Your Grace, don't you think it would be beneficial to reopen trade with Wesel-"
"No, I do not." She interrupted in that calm, yet sharp tone that said she meant business. "Weselton showed us their true colors when I was crowned a year and a half ago. They cannot be trusted, and will not be. Or have you forgotten their attempt to assassinate me?"
"I just think-"
"My decision is final, Weselton is to remain cut off from Arendelle's resources. Do not bring this matter to the table again, it's a waste of all of our time." She lifted one of her hands from her lap and touched her fingers to the paper the man she was arguing with had placed in front of her. It froze, then cracked, and she brushed the pieces of ice towards him. "What's next?"
He opened his mouth to speak, but was interrupted by a high pitched "An-El! An-El!" Everyone in the room looked over to the door as the toddler in pink came, well, toddling straight for her. "Magic!" She held her little arms out towards Elsa, and she simply gave the men a smile as she carefully slid her chair back and got up, going over to crouch down to her niece's level. Elsa caught the child in her hands just as she lost balance and toppled forward.
"Regine, sweetheart... Where's your Mama?"
The toddler shrugged in response. "Magic An-El!"
Elsa smiled. "What about your Papa? Or Olaf?"
Regine shrugged again. "Magic An-El!" She repeated.
Elsa repressed a sigh as she lifted her niece into her arms and went back to her chair at the head of the table. "You can sit with me, and I'll do the magic for you, but you have to play the quiet game, alright?" Regine nodded vigorously, tossing shaggy blonde hair in her face. She looked just like Kristoff, but acted just like Anna. Elsa shifted Regine to one arm and used her newly freed hand to move her train to the side again as she sat down.
"Alright... What was next?" She asked as Regine grabbed hold of the collar of her dress and started tugging with lips sealed tight, urging her aunt to keep her end of the bargain. Using her free hand, without breaking her attention from the rest of the table as the meeting picked back, she produced a snowflake that hovered, spinning slowly over the palm of her hand, and Regine grabbed the snowflake into both hands. A flick of her fingers and Elsa turned that snowflake into crystal clear ice as Regine stuck one of the ends into her mouth. It wasn't long before she felt the hand she had wrapped around Regine's middle starting to get wet, and she knew the child was drooling while trying to cut her teeth on the snowflake. The drool was warm and oozed painfully slowly down the back of Elsa's hand, resulting in her stiffening a bit and involuntary goosebumps, but she ignored it for the meeting.
Regine's head lolled to rest against Elsa's chest as she slowly lowered the snowflake into her little lap, though she kept both of her hands in a vice grip around it, as the conversation droned on. It was only a half an hour before they all felt the vibration under their feet. Everyone, including Elsa, jumped to their feet, when chips of plaster started to rain from the ceiling. She held Regine close as she moved around her chair, looking up at the ceiling, unaware that she left a trail of ice where she put her feet and that snow had begun to fall in the room. The plaster from the ceiling went from chips to chunks, and as the others crawled under the table, their calling to her falling on deaf ears, a piece of the ceiling almost as big as the table came falling for her and Regine.
Elsa crouched down, curling a wailing Regine into her lap and chest to shield her as her free hand went up towards the falling piece of ceiling. The wood and plaster splintered against the arc of ice that went up to shield her and Regine, and Elsa squinted her eyes closed, prepared for the weight of that piece of the ceiling to break through the ice, but it didn't, only broke apart and slid off the sides of the sharply spiked arc of ice so that only a few smaller pieces were caught between the uneven points.
The whole room nearly came down on them when a flash of bright white light blinded her momentarily, and that spiked arc of ice only grew and splintered out more in the moment that Elsa couldn't see what was happening. As fast as the light had come, it went, and the castle stopped rattling and coming apart. Everyone stayed right where they were while they waited to find out if it was really over or not.
"Queen Elsa-"
"Find Anna!" Elsa shrieked as she lowered her free hand so that she wrapped that arm too around a still wailing Regine, who threw her little arms around her aunt's neck and dug her tiny fingers awkwardly into her bun.
"Your Maje-"
"Find her now!"
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It had been quite some time since Pitch had been dragged away by his own Night Mares at the hands of the Guardians. He had managed to retain a few loyal companions who aided him in his recuperation however, his power was shattered an minuscule and he itched to have it back. Children were always the easiest targets, and slowly one by one he tainted the innocent dreams of the young by sending out his mares to do his dirty work. Eventually he became strong enough to leave his lair to attend to his own corruption. Not that he didn't love his home in all it's hauntingly beautiful glory, but one does get a case of... Cabin fever every once in a while. Over time the ancient palace that rested by the edge of an abyss on the ocean floor began to feel smaller and smaller. It wasn't exactly pleasant being all alone either, despite the reputation of thriving upon solidarity that he carried.
His comeback would be different this time. He had devised a plan that seemed literally impenetrable. All he had to do was get his hands on one of North's orbs. That was the last and final puzzle piece in his grand scheme of things. So, he did just that. Some may wonder what was so special about the orb that he had gone through such great lengths to posses, but if you were well versed in the ways of dear old Northy, you would know that his treasured balls of seemingly nothing were travel devices that could take you anywhere your heart - whether it be light or dark - desired. It was a portal not only for their universe, but it was a portal to parallel universes as well. If all went according to plan, they would never find him and the Dark Ages would be once more. With no Guardians to protect where he was heading, his reign would be inevitable.
Before he could second guess any of his meticulous planning, he tossed the orb and walked through it without looking back. Little did he know - he had been followed. It wouldn't be long before the rest tracked him down now that it was clear where he had gone. This was of course unbeknownst to him.
Pitch shot through the sky, his black sand unfurled from around him and carried him down to the surface at an alarming speed. Hello, Arendelle. He thought as a depraved smile overtook his face. He was home and his villainous path of destruction eagerly waited in his wake. As soon as his feet touched down, the structure began to violently quiver beneath him. He seeped into the shadows created by the stone towers to watch his handiwork. Now that was how you made an entrance. He laughed to himself as he traveled among his darkling friends making his way to the breathtakingly beautiful sound of a child crying. "Ahhhh, a symphony? For me? How kind." A sneer and glowing silvery golden eyes that resembled an eclipse were the last thing to fade into the shadows.
He could see it now. A woman that was his extreme opposite in every way cradled the frightened child. He could taste the fear in the room and it filled him up like a five course meal. To the untrained eye, one might have assumed he had been standing in the corner the entire time concealed by the darkness, but he was so lithe and skilled - he had only appeared there moments ago. He peeled out of the shadow like old paint from a wall as he reemerged across the room in an instant. He wanted a better view the scene unfolding. He wanted to see the terror etch it's way onto their faces. His stomach fluttered with anticipation. He had waited for this. The Nightmare King apparently still had it in him.
With a deep chest rattling breath, he tasted the darkest corner of their minds. Elsa. Regine. 'What are you afraid of?'? He asked the shadows in their hearts and the answers came to him easily. Elsa was afraid of not being able to control her snow magic, and the little one was scared of the dark. Oh joy... He was the dark and he would now be the one going bump in the night. Black sand erupted from the ceiling coating the room and canceled out the light from the day in seconds. A shrill scream warmed his black heart and a laugh emitted from deep within his chest. He had made himself known, and as soon as heads whipped to the direction the laughter had come from - he had sunk back into his shadows and embraced them like an old friend. He then materialized in the farthest corner of the room. A fit of hysterics came over him. now that the room was just only illuminated by the candles on the walls. He could move freely and easily about now.
"Freeze me." He whispered into the ear of the Snow Queen before melting into the ground behind her. The faster her heart pounded in her chest, the more alive Pitch felt. In fact, he hadn't felt this alive for a very long time. Euphoria washed over him as he threw his head back with a gasp. Their fear was filling up every hole inside his mind. They had no choice but to believe in him now, they had already accepted his darkness. He was very real, and he was back with a vengeance.
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- xxxxLife as a Guardian was far more satisfying than Jack could have ever dreamed. He almost wondered how he had ever been solo for so long. He had always been convinced that it wouldn't be as much fun to have a title and a job, but he found exactly the opposite. He found friends, and people believed in him- truly believed. He had purpose, and remembered and believed in who he was. He had never felt better.
xxxxAs for the other Guardians, it became easier as time went on to consider himself as one of them. He had most certainly earned his place among them, even if Bunnymund did give him a hard time now and then. Still, not everything was perfect. While it was small, Pitch's activity was noticed. They had worked far too hard to stop him from ruining everything to just assume he'd behave. No, they kept an eye out for him, and the more his activity grew, the more concerned they became. Even now, the Guardians were gathered at the north pole to discuss what action should be taken to ensure everyone's safety. Jack had a bad feeling about this, but no one else seemed to be as concerned. "He's up to something." He said, leaning heavily on his staff as he stood with the other Guardians.
xxxxIt was argued that Pitch was always up to something, but that didn't mean he'd be successful. Jack murmured his discontent. He wasn't willing to let this topic go, especially not when everyone else was just content keeping an eye on Pitch until something bad happened. He didn't want to wait until something bad happened. They had come dangerously close to losing to him last time, and he didn't want anything to progress nearly as badly as last time. With a sour look on his face, Jack furrowed his eyebrows as the others argued among themselves. Had they forgotten about last time? Frustrated by the conversation, Jack marched off elsewhere, hoping to collect his thoughts. There had to be something he could do, with or without the other Guardians. If they couldn't take it seriously, at least he would.
xxxxHe could hear someone behind him, but whatever they would have to say to him was unlikely to change his mind. He was determined to find out what Pitch was up to and put a stop to it before they faced the consequences. That was when it caught his eye- the little black specks on the ground. Crouching down, his bright blue eyes focused on the grains of sand. Pitch. He was- here!? Having no proof, Jack decided to investigate. Baby Tooth landed on his shoulder, letting out an inquisitive chirp before Jack raised a pale finger to his lips, silently hushing the little fairy. She was more than welcome to tag along because he found her to be great company, but she had to stay close, and out of danger. This wasn't going to be like last time, no matter how long ago it was. Readjusting his grip on his staff, Jack gathered his courage and floated after the trail of sand silently, his bare feet never touching the ground. That was when he saw it- the flash of light, the swirling vortex, and the dark retreating figure disappearing into it's depths.
xxxxThere was no doubt about it now. Pitch was up to something, and if no one else was going to take it seriously, then he would. Where was the fun in staying behind anyway? Without another thought, Jack threw himself after Pitch through the portal. He hadn't caught him, and the delay of the transportation left him a bit dazed as he regained his bearings. He had no idea where this new place was, but he felt... weaker. He wasn't as believed in wherever he was, and that was enough to leave him a bit dazed and dizzy from the sudden transition. Where the hell were they? He looked to Baby Tooth, and she looked just as lost as he was. Refocusing, he caught Pitch's retreating figure and followed without hesitation. Pitch may have had the head start, but Jack wasn't giving up.
xxxxWith Baby Tooth holding onto his hood with her little hands, Jack let the wind carry him to what appeared to be a castle, and he paused right outside the window. Darkness, nothing but darkness. When he touched his finger to the window he felt nothing but cold... what was going on in there? Throwing open the window, Jack let in what little light was outside, which was enough to make a bit of a difference. The blizzard inside this room alone was the most daunting part of this scene, but the cold he could handle. Spotting Pitch, Jack leveled his staff, hook pointed towards the boogeyman with furrowed angry eyebrows. "I knew you were up to something." Jack said, glad that his own intuition was trustworthy. The blast of light that burst forth from his staff was aimed directly at Pitch as he tried to protect the people inside the room from him.
Neme-Goddess-of-Death
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JELSA٭- As Elsa tried, despite her own fears, to soothe her niece without ever moving from under the spiked arc of ice she crouched under, the men of the court ran from the room to follow her orders and find Anna. "Shush... Shush... It's alright, sweetheart, it's over now..." She tried to coo sweetly, though her voice still shook. Needless to say, it didn't much convince Regine, and Elsa just pet the back of that little blonde head that was buried in her chest. "It's alright, sweetheart, Aunt Elsa's here, nothing is going to-"
The snowfall in the room started to move faster, moving nearly sideways it picked up so fast, when the room was plunged into sudden darkness. The few candles that were lit to combat the darkening eastern side of the castle threatened to flicker out between the sand and the blizzard. She could barely see the child hugged to her chest. That child shrieked as she looked around and buried her face into her aunt's chest, and Elsa stiffened, those crystalline blue eyes widened. She held her breath when she heard the whisper of "Freeze me."
She turned on her heels as she shot to her feet, but there was nothing behind her. Not that she could see, at least. Regine clung onto Elsa's hair and corset tightly as Elsa lifted her free hand, searching the room for any sign of who had just whispered in her ear as her chest heaved and the fly-aways of white-blonde whipped her in the face. "Who's there?!" She shouted over the noise of the indoor blizzard she had yet to get a grip on, continuing to turn about and look everywhere that she could as quickly as she could.
Regine's wailing only fed Elsa's own fears. She was already losing what little control she had over her magic for the fear of the unknown. The constant crying of her toddler niece in her arm only reminded her of the fear that she might not be able to protect her from what was happening. She didn't know if she'd be able to live with herself if she let something happen to Regine. What would she do? What would she tell Anna? Oh god, Anna. Elsa's heart leaped into her throat as she thought of having to explain to Anna and Kristoff that she couldn't protect Regine. All she could think about now was Anna falling to the floor in the pain of losing her child. It'd be all her fault.
She kept looking around. She could barely see. The windows were blacked out, she couldn't even tell them apart from the walls. She had to find the door, she just had to. Everything looked the same, the whole room was black. She looked to the table, trying to use it to get her bearings. She knew where her position had been at the table in reference to the door. The chairs were all toppled and they and the table both were covering quickly in snow. She couldn't tell which end had been hers. The flurry only picked up speed when she realized she couldn't find her way out of the room. She took a step back, and a sheet of ice quickly spread out under her.
That was when the window flew open of its own accord, and Elsa whipped her head in that direction so fast she thought she pulled a muscle in her neck. Regine started reaching past her neck as she darted for the window and as Elsa flung her niece out the window, the toddler did nothing but giggle as a slide of slick blue ice formed under her, carrying her safely down to the ground, where she circled to a stop between two guards, holding onto her toes and throwing her head back with the joy of sliding. Elsa turned around as she stepped up onto the window sill, looking back to see what could have changed Regine's tune so fast, but she saw nothing, only the debris from the quake and the flurries caused by her own rattling fear. And all the black sand swirling around the room like it was living and sentient.