This is the first fan fiction in this category! Great! This is the first of a series I will be doing on the infamous dark doctor. The summary before was for the entire series, while the summary for just this story is right here:Karte 1: The Snow Queen - The adventure begins here! Black Jack unknowingly travels to the world of Frozen after the Great Freeze, and unknowingly meeting a member of a well-known organization he will meet upon returning home. Who sent his payment in such a strange way? What will he do when he finds out that the organization wants to recruit him? How will the doctor fair when he is forced to act as a bodyguard and assassin instead of a surgeon? The dark doctor takes his first step into a struggle that will traverse universes. Tezuka owns Black Jack and all the characters in his universe. Disney owns all characters from Frozen. I own the story and the organization. Here is the first chapter to Karte 1: The Snow Queen.

Snowflakes drifted in their incoherent patterns slowly down to the ground; and the trees gently swayed to the soft, serene beat established by the harsh, whipping wind that hosted the meagerly orchestrated elegy. The mysterious song of winter played on into the dark night, searching for ears and noses to nip and tease with its frozen sound. The sad song of winter did not reign supreme for long, however. Suddenly, the dance changed, the wind picking up its pace. Throughout the dark night, a thin stream of magic intertwined with the age-old dance and manipulated its sorrowful tune.

The once dismal night took on a more joyful dance, causing the falling snow to swirl serenely round the mysterious pair traveling through the once perilous trail; now rendered harmless by the serene music in the air that seemed to sympathies with their cause. The temperature had even rose to a more comfortable degree. The snow blew away from the face of the two as the song rose to a more joyful prose. The flurry of snowflakes became softer and swam around in the air in psychedelic patterns; and the trees, noticing this abrupt change to their favorite tune, ceased to participate in the joyous fanfare of winter.

Their movements did not completely discontinue, however, for their evergreen leaves noticed the song had become sterilized of softer sounds. So they joined the fray and added their own unique beat; a soft, rhythmic rustling contributing to the great cacophony of the new winter's dance. The magic did not stop there, however, for the tune held an energy within it that had not hosted the winter ball in ages: love. The once-in-a-lifetime performance had to be thanked in some way, something to inform the audience of the existence of the gracious host that had allowed the pair to come this far. Indeed, they were the first witnesses to survive the winter ball in ages. The forces of nature bound together in a single entity to create a mural for the incredulous performance of the magic of joy.

A gentle zephyr blew past the man and the girl and rose up to create two large stalagmites of ice, both easily taller than a man, between which the mural would be built to glorify the amazing display. Alas, it was never to be; because suddenly, the forces were overtaken by a stronger force. The happiness became magic, and that in turn transformed into raw energy. The torrential amount of energy created from the happiness in the air fused the snowflakes in the air into a magically thin double door, onto which the name of the person the duo had come to see was engraved: Elsa. The man and the girl hurried up to the door, which shielded them from the wind and snow. The girl sat down, facing the door; noticing that it emitted a sluggish warmth from its depths. The man lifted his black hat and pulled off one of his black gloves to make sure that the door was not an illusion caused by the cold in his head. He paused.

The man looked around, making sure there was no one waiting, and that no one had followed them. He was not satisfied when he had finished looking around. There were two convenient spots for a sniper to hide: one under a bent tree, and another beside a rather large snowdrift; and they were hidden well enough in the shadows of the night tat the man could not tell if they were currently inhabited. They had to be inhabited, for any thing else in the bitter cold of northern Europe during a blizzard was a death wish. In fact, the only reason the two were out at the mercy of the storm was because they were promised that their client's abode was just a short walk away from where they were already staying, but unfortunately all they had found were several sniper outposts and this door. It led to no building, the evergreen forest continued behind it. The sizable structure had seemed sturdy enough from a distance, but only upon careful examination could the intricately delicate complexity of the ice be seen. The man carefully examined the minute artistry of the large double door.

Every snowflake that made up the entire entrance was placed just so as to create a beautiful pattern that was only but a part of a greater pattern. It was a great hexagonal spiral that centered between the 'l' and 's' of their client's name. In the very center was a circular indent, as if that was where a key was expected to fit; but it was much too big for any key that could have possibly been created for the sole purpose of opening these doors that led to nowhere. Then again, the man had even been paid in the most curious of ways. The small box that had appeared one day without any postal stamps whatsoever, and contained within it small hexagonal glass coins with a four-pointed star engraved in the center. Each point of the star reached out to touch an engraving of a heavily intricate snowflake that glittered beautifully when angled just right. When the doctor saw that there were at least a hundred of the same type still in the box, the man knew he had to accept the client. Up until now, he had been guided by a strange ghostly voice over the phone, but now the voice would no longer come through Pinocco's cellular. To many people who did not know him, the man would have had to be crazy just to go this far; but this was not just any one man.

Black Jack pulled one of the coins from his pocket and placed it in the center. Immediately, light trickled through the slit between the doors. The light did not drop in intensity, however, and the doctor had to shield his eyes from the blinding glare. Pinocco was not as lucky. She was trying to take a few steps backward, given that she was only an arms width away from the door when it began to open, but fell over with a squeal. "Doc, help! It's too bright!"

The dark doctor carefully picked up the girl in his arms and said "Pinocco, we are going through the door, do not open your eyes until I say so." With a sniffling 'alamanchu', the girl dug her face into Black Jack's dark cloak as he stepped up to the foot of the doorway. The dark doctor tugged on the rim of his hat and pulled Pinocco closer to his chest before plunging into the stark whiteness that lay beyond the doorway. After walking for some time, the doctor opened his eyes to be greeted by the sudden warmth of summer. Black Jack set Pinocco down and stared in amazement as the girl did likewise. Pinocco looked up to the doctor"Doc, how did you learn to walk so fast?"

Black Jack gave a barely perceptible shrug, and said "it wasn't me who did this. That door-" The dark doctor turned around just in time to see the stark whiteness behind him disappear. The only sign that a door had ever been there was the glass coin that had fallen to the ground where the door had just been. The dark doctor picked the coin up. It was the same as ever. Looking up, the doctor could see a castle towering just over the treetops. He started walking toward the general location of the spire he had just seen, hoping to get answers to his seemingly endless questions.