Summary: Jack Frost sacrifices himself to save the rest of the Guardians from a preemptive strike by Pitch Black. Rather than kill the Guardian, he locks the Jack's memories and corrupts his soul instead. Two years later, the world is slowly falling into darkness. The Man in the Moon chooses a new Guardian but can she save herself from Pitch Black's new right hand man and her fellow Guardians in the process? Jelsa.

A/N: This was somewhat inspired by SaturnXK's wonderful Jelsa fics. I never thought I would adore Jelsa until I came across her stories and I fell HARD. And now I'm on a writing spree while waiting for Paperclips to update! Anyhow, the summary is a working summary while I'm still piecing things together. Characters will be slightly OOC, for the most part. Think of Jack and Elsa with flipped personalities (and Elsa with a combination of Jack's and Anna's personalities) and you'll be closer to how I'm writing their characters. This is a pretty short story. I've only got 7 chapters laid out, including the prologue and epilogue, both of which are short.

Quick disclaimer: I do borrow a couple quotes and ideas from RotG because it's an awesome movie.

Glacial

Prologue

"JACK!" Several voices yelled as dark arrows pierced through the Guardian.

Pitch Black stood in the distance, laughing, his eyes dancing manically.

Things were falling into place absolutely perfectly.

As darkness slowly spread through the winter Guardian, an idea fell into place.

"What better way," he mused out loud, drawing the Guardians' attention to himself, "to diminish the hope of the world and the source of your power, than by taking your source away?"

Before the Guardians could comprehend what was going on, he had his shadows completely surround Jack, and they vanished.

He was floating in darkness.

He slowly blinked into wakefulness to an unfamiliar man.

"Who are you?" He asked.

Everything felt heavy. Nothing felt right.

"You were hurt. You don't remember me?" The man responded, a slight twitch of amusement on his lips.

"No." He responded curtly.

"Well, my name is Pitch Black. I'm the king of darkness and nightmares. Your name is Jack Frost, and you're my right hand man. You were injured fighting the Guardians."

Trying to search for any affirmation of truth, he turned his attention to his clothing.

They were black, and they felt comfortable. Familiar.

"I see."

A slow malicious grin lit up on Pitch's face.

"Most excellent."

TBC.