He had been cursed from the start; an idiot could figure out that. His hair was a jet black color the refused to be tamed and looked like a circus when allowed to do what it wanted. His skin was unnaturally pale, almost seeming gray in certain lighting.

However, what really made him certain that Elsa was far out of his reach was the bony structure of his face. So Pitch Black did not even try to humor himself and wore all black, a layer of darkness coating his insecurities.

When people laughed he would frighten them with a scowl, which quickly earned him a reputation. Still, he admired Elsa Winters to no end. Her hair always fell into place, her body was curved, and she had the kind of personality that really became the cherry on top; she was sweet, smart, and still had some sass. So Pitch decided early on that he loved her. He was a poor fool with unrealistic expectations.

He wasn't the only one falling for her though. His idiot brother, Hans, had received a blow to his ego when not only did Elsa reject him, but her best friend, Jack, punched him in the face.

He remembered it like it was yesterday. The way Elsa jumped into the boy's arms, a smile of gratitude on her face. If only Pitch could receive the same smile from her. Unlike Hans he never dared approach her. Elsa was, in his opinion, a queen, while he was a simple peasant.

"Pitch?!" Hans rolled his eyes at his brother. "Are you even listening?"

"You got rejected, I get it!" Pitch groaned. "You've been telling me since it happened on the third day of school. In case you hadn't noticed, it is almost Valentine's day now."

Hans' eyes lit up. "That's it, I'll make her my Valentine!"

Pitch chortled. "Because you're so brilliant. I hope when Jack punches you this time he actually knocks some sense into you.Hans smiled deviously, a lightbulb seeming to have gone off. "You come up with the plan."

In most circumstances Pitch would have shot him down immediately, but this offer was tempting. He just needed to tweak some things. "You can't make her your valentine you idiot!" He snarled. "You have to make her pay. We are going to make sure Jack and Elsa never end up together." And the black haired boy had the most brilliant of plans.

XXX

A chance to finally express himself on paper. Pitch needed to come up with the perfect words if he wanted Elsa to fall for him when she found out he actually wrote the love notes.

Dear Elsa,

He thought a moment.

You can fall off a cliff, you can fall from a tree, but baby, the best way to fall is in love with me.

Such words of poetry and he knew Elsa would appreciate them. But then he signed it with the dreaded initial of Jack Frost. Oh, he would make sure Elsa stopped thinking so highly of that boy. He needed to write four more love notes. He decided to go ahead and write one more for today at school.

Dear Elsa,

I need to tell you something. Please look at 5

The answer is look at 11

Don't get mad, but look at 15

Stay calm please, but I need you to look at 13

First look at 2

Don't be angry, just look at 12

I want our relationship to be like pi, irrational maybe, yet never ending.

What I wanted to tell you was...look at number 14

Be patient and look at number 4

I promise this is the last time. What I wanted to tell you is at number 7

I hope you're not mad when I ask for you to look at 6

Sorry, look at 8

Just have a look at 10

I really don't know how to say this, but will you look at 3

You really need to look at 9

Sincerely,

J.

This one was both sweet and humorous. Pitch was almost beginning to believe Elsa could one day be his.

XXX

His eyes followed Elsa in anticipation, watching the way she turned the nozzle of her locker without thought.

Her face lit up with curiosity as she glanced around her for a second before picking up the paper. Pitch had gone with cliché, yet classic, pink paper with hearts.

The blonde concentrated on the paper, taking it a step further and actually beginning to pace back in forth. She looked down at the paper several times, as if hoping it would change, yet still being relieved it didn't. Pitch considered this to be a success.

XXX

"May I go to the bathroom?" Pitch asked his teacher.

"Can you wait?" Ms. Tooth asked in return. "Lunch is in five minutes."

Pitch shook his head dramatically, leaving as she went ahead and gestured with her hand for him to go ahead.

He headed to locker 2304 placing the note in the tiny slot. The bell dismissing the classes who has second lunch like Elsa sounded a few minutes after. Again, she concentrated on the paper, taking longer this time. After placing the paper in her backpack she smiled to herself, heading to the cafeteria.

XXX

"How's the plan going?" Hans asked eagerly.

Pitch sneered, both annoyed and amused by his enthusiasm. Was it really that easy for him to turn against Elsa and decide to punish her? "Fine, no thanks to you. She enjoyed the notes I gave her today." A small reached his lips before he quickly forced it into hiding. Now isn't the time to be weak, he told himself.

"Did you google some for tomorrow?" Hans interest was clearly detached, still Pitch felt my anger boiling over. Google?!? How could something he googled win her affection?!

"I did not google anything you nitwit!" Pitch yelled. "She isn't going to be convinced by something so cheap! It needs to come from the heart!"

Hans raised a brow, snickering to himself. "You're writing her love notes from your heart." He smirked. "I didn't realize you had one of those."

Pitch shot him a dangerous glare. Had looks been able to kill Hans would have died on the spot. "Forget it! You are too stupid to understand what needs to be done for this plan to work!"

Pitch sighed to himself. Everything needed to be perfect if he was going to pull this off.

XXX

Elsa bit her lip in anticipation, daring herself to open the locker, much to Pitch's delight. This could actually work! The boy didn't want to get too excited, yet here he was watching her smile as she saw the note.

"Yes!" She shouted, her elbow jamming down in victory. Pitch laughed at how cute she looked.

"My best friend just texted me that everything is ready for this weekend." She lied. Suddenly she looked even cuter with the pink flush in her cheeks. Like Pitch, she was not a huge fan of attention.

She picked up the paper with a smile, her eyes scanning the contents.

Dear Elsa,

Have you ever wondered if there's someone who thinks about you when they can't sleep? Or smiles at just the mention of your name? What if there's a person that thinks the world of you, and you've never even noticed them? Sorry to be the one to ruin the mystery, but I can assure you there is someone. There is someone who loves you...and that someone is me.

Love, J.

Her smile grew larger, if that was possible, her eyes lightening up. Pitch knew a sophisticated women like Elsa would understand the beauty of words. The way they could pour out the heart's desire. Still, Pitch had not gone too deep as it was supposed to be from that Jack fool.

XXX

A deep breath escaped the blacked haired boys lips as he slipped the note in. It was all too true.

Dear Elsa,

My worst fear is that we are going to turn out to be dominoes. I will fall for you, yet you will fall for another.

Sincerely,

J.

It seemed Pitch would fall for her, he already had, while she fell for Jack. But maybe she would be happiest with another. Was this a selfish plan?

However, it was too late to reconsider. Elsa was already attached to the notes; the plan was already going on.

So again, the Blonde opened the paper in excitement. Gently, Elsa slipped the note into her backpack. This really could work.

XXX

The second, still honest note, was waiting for an angry Elsa. Pitch had a feeling Jack had upset her by not admitting the feelings he had. It was obvious to the black haired boy that Jack had a huge crush on Elsa, understandably of course.

But, she did perk up after seeing the note.

Dear Elsa,

The funny thing is I am 99.9% sure you don't like me. Still, that 0.1% manages to keep me going.

She barely seemed to notice the arrow pointing towards the back.

Will you meet me next to the blossom tree on the side of the building after school ends? I will be waiting there to ask you a very important question regarding the holiday this weekend.

XXX

He couldn't help but feel bad about what he was doing; Elsa looked so sad. She didn't want him, she only wanted Jack. Could be still walking over there ad confess his feelings? Surely, she would be mad he played her emotions like he did: like the strings of a guitar.

Wait...Pitch suddenly froze behind the tree. Why was Hans talking to her so nicely?!? That wasn't part of the plan.

Elsa didn't even seem repulsed by his presence; she was allowing him to comfort her. And just like that Hans began leaning in; that son of a bit-

"What the heck is this!" I screamed, noticing quickly the startled face of one Elsa Winters. She was going to hate me now. "I did not slave for hours trying to come up with freakin' love notes so that you could kiss her! This was revenge, we were hurting her!" He groaned slightly, realizing this was how it was meant to be. "Did you see how heartbroken she was?! You said you were going to make her feel worse, but no, you just had to kiss her!"

"Pitch-" Hans started. However, Pitch had no sympathy left for him.

"No! She let Jack punch you! She thanked him for doing it actually!" He growled. "This punished them both! They both were unhappy not being each other's valentine!"

But now, Elsa would probably run right into Jack's arms; at least she would be happy. So he watched her expression grow horrified while his remained stone cold. Without hesitation she sprinted into the distance. Pitch was left there wih his brother, resisting the urge to run and comfort her. She will be happier, he kept repeating to himself. Elsa was but a dream, while he was the King of Nightmares.