Jack~

"Elsa.." I kissed her forehead to wake her up. "I'm up!" Elsa giggled and sat up. "You've been doing that for the last hour!" Elsa kissed my cheek before heading to the bathroom.

"Couldn't help it!" I smirked to myself. I quickly changed my clothes, brushed my teeth, after Elsa was done using the bathroom, then I grabbed my staff. "Jack, sheriff duties is calling me." Elsa tied her hair into a nice bun.

"Alright, be careful. Love you." I pecked her lips. Elsa smiled and quickly got out the door.

Third POV

By the StoryBrooke well, no one knows about the black sand flowing out of the well. The black sand stops for a second to reveal its creator. Pitch Black.

He sees all, especially now that he has found Jack Frost's weakness. Pitch's sand turned into horrific horses that blended in with the shadows. "Go my minions." Pitch pointed to the woods as the horses quickly ran to where they were commanded to be.

Pitch was preparing an arrow that kills anything or anyone with just one touch. Now he needed to plant it. And he has the perfect spot for it.

Elsa~

"Alright Regina, this apple?" I pointed to a ripe red apple hanging off a branch. "Yes, just anything that looks red, pick it." Regina set a basket down by the ladder. I picked around a dozen before getting off the ladder.

"There you go Regina." I smiled to her and handed her the basket full of apples. "Thanks. Maybe you can stop by for an apple pie?" Regina cocked her head to the left with a smile.

"Be glad to. Call me if you need anything." I walked out of her garden and into the streets. "Elsa! Hey, need a lift?" Hiccup was riding a red motorcycle. "Nah, no thanks Hic." I continued to make my way towards the sheriff's station.

"Hey Em." I saw her shuffling her papers around. "Hey Els, need your help about something. And maybe you can bring Jack along." Emma looked at a file.

"Sure, what's up?" I sat on the desk. "Some people have been complaining about horses running around StoryBrooke. I called Regina and Gold, they had nothing to do with this. Last person to see one was at the diner." Emma read from the file.

"Alright then, I'll check it out." I smiled before exiting the sheriff's office.

"Hey Gran." I saw people packed in a corner with Granny having a frying pan in her hands. Probably Punzie tought her that.

"Hey Els, just training in case of emergencies." Granny reassured me with a kind smile. I nodded and went around the building to investigate. I stopped dead in my tracks when I saw sand. Pitch black sand.

A moment after I heard rustling, some chairs were being pushed over, lights were flickering. I saw Granny and everyone else actually panicking inside the diner. The door was locked and I'm out here. Alone.

"Is something there?" I saw that rain was starting to fall. Just after my question I heard an evil cackle. "Elsa, poor little Elsa." It said from behind a car.

"Who are you?" I cautiously took my leathered gloves off and prepared for an attack. "I recognize you. The queen of fear herself." The figure finally stepped out of the shadows. "What? How did you know that?" I rose my voice. I heard Emma inside the diner, yelling at me.

Pretty much everyone in StoryBrooke is in the diner. Even Jack.

"I've been watching you your whole life Elsa." The man said circling me.

Creep.

"I have no idea what you are. Or even who you are." I slowly backed away from him, towards the door of the diner.

I felt his breath against my neck as I quickly opened the door to the diner and ran in. "Who the hell was that?!" Emma locked the door while Regina patted my back.

"Pitch Black.." I heard Jack mumble. "Pitch!" I gasped aloud. "Don't worry, he's not getting past this door." Hook took his sword out and pointed it at the door.

"Neither is he coming in this one." Robin Hood had his arrow pointed to the back door. "Thanks g-," I couldn't finish my sentence when the ceiling collapsed.

Mary Margaret was gasping, David was holding Neal protectively, Emma was getting ready to unleash her powers and so was Regina. "Elsa! Get back!" Jack was running to me with full speed.

"What?" I raised my voice so he could hear. All the sounds around me began to muffle as I saw my knees fall to the ground. "Elsa!" Everyone rushed over to me.

-Jack-

"Pitch!" I shouted angrily and shot ice sparks at him. Pitch avoided it easily. "Eat fire you monster." Regina said firing her fire at Pitch which weaken him.

Me and Emma looked at each other, unleashing our powers. Pitch let out this godawful wail before exploding.

"Elsa.." I heard Anna whisper to her dying sister.

I looked at my one true love dying before my eyes. "J-Jack.." Elsa whimpered. I held her hands close to my heart with tears flowing down my cheeks like a waterfall.

"I'm so sorry Elsa. If I had only warned you sooner," I stopped when Elsa shushed me. "It's not your fault.." Elsa let out a weak smile. "Jack, I love you..." Elsa said before she closed her eyes and took her last breath.

"Elsa no please don't leave me..." I pleaded for her to come back. "She's gone.." Anna cried in Elsa's shoulder while Kristoff was comforting her.

Emma was crossing her arms while Hook did a salute for respect.

"No..." I cried once more into Elsa's chest. It stained my face with blood but I didn't care. Just my love to be with me one last time again.

It's been a month after Elsa died. I visit her grave every day with a flower or two in my hands. It's been extra lonely by myself in the icy home.

Anna didn't take Elsa's death very well, no one did. She really did have a big impact on our lives.

Now I'm sitting besides Elsa's grave with the flower in my hand.

"When it's meant to be..you go kinda crazy. Meant to be you forget your name.." I kissed Elsa's grave once more before leaving. I been wearing Elsa's snowflake necklace for what felt like centuries now.

I stood up, took one deep breath, walked out of the cemetery and never looked back again.

-The End-

A/N: That was the saddest ending ever. :(

I do have an announcement, there will be a new book coming out soon called, 'Rise of the Big Five'

I'll see you next time my snowflakes

*Throws cookies and snowflakes to reader*