Prince Hans closed the door behind him, weariness of the day starting to catch up to him. So many things had happened in the past two days: from his engagement to Anna, to the discovery of newly-crowned Queen Elsa possessing supernatural powers over ice and snow, to battling a monster that the queen had created in an attempt to get her back.
Thankfully, the party had succeeded, and he had just returned from sentencing the queen to death for treason against the crown. The man smirked, as he crossed the room and plopped onto the couch.
"The feeling of power... I could get used to it," he said to himself, crossing his legs and resting his back on the arm rest.
"Could you now?"
Hans sat up, startled by the eerie, low pitched tone. Sure enough, by his side, he was greeted by the sight of the black-clad man, dark dust around the visitor settling and disappearing into nothing.
"Good heaven, Pitch," Hans said, a hand flying to his heart and taking a few breaths to calm himself. "You scared me."
Pitch gave the other man an amused smile. "I know." The spirit chuckled. "I never get tired of seeing people's faces when I sneak up on them from the shadows. Especially those that scream in terror. It's actually quite fun."
"Right..." The prince glared at the spirit, not finding the situation as funny as he did. Recovering his bearings, he quickly got to business. "So where have you been all afternoon? The storm's been getting worse by the hour that we had to advise the citizens board themselves in their homes."
"Calm yourself, your highness. I didn't spend all this time doing nothing." The spirit smiled. "But let's just say that I took care of a...minor hindrance."
The prince looked skeptical at the news, but decided to let it slide than call out the immortal being. After all, this was the boogeyman he was talking to. He was aware that he didn't have a fighting chance against the spirit -- but at least, he was grateful that they were allies in this.
"Right," the prince said, his arms getting comfortable on his legs as his entire posture relaxed. "Then allow me to provide you an update on the current events, in case you haven't heard."
His gaze shifted upward to meet Pitch's dark ones, and he resisted the urge to shiver. It was like...looking into an endless darkness that could steal your soul...
The prince mentally shook his head. Focus, Hans. Focus.
"The queen has been captured," he started. "We've placed her in the dungeon and kept her hands restrained so she would not be able to use her magic...and I've sentenced her to death to stop the storm. All that remains is to find Anna and marry her, or kill her, if need be, so that I will have the throne."
Hans imagined the future with him as Arendelle's king. The mere thought sent chills through his body in excitement.
Pitch smiled, moving towards the window. "Very good... You've held up your end of the bargain."
The auburn haired man steeled his gaze at the spirit. "Have you lived up to yours?"
Instead of being intimidated -- like it was even remotely possible for him to be intimidated by the likes of Hans, Pitch thought -- the spirit of fear chuckled lightly, clearly amused by the situation. Mortals. So brave...but so foolish.
Lifting his hand and opening his palm, the dark spirit manipulated his signature black dust so that it swirled in his palm, before closing it with a great deal of force. A dark aura and red light emitted from his hand, and when it opened, a flurry of red snowflakes charged out and spread through the room.
In a matter of seconds, the walls frosted, the fire froze over and Hans' arms wrapped around himself in an attempt to warm up against the cold.
"The soon-to-be-former queen and I currently share control over her powers..." Pitch explained in a low but smooth tone. "The more you plunge her into absolute fear and despair, control will continue to shift in my favor. Once I have absolute control and you banish her from this world...they will be solely mine for all eternity." Pitch's eyes met Hans'. "And of course, I will deliver my promise of unfreezing Arendelle so you, Hans, can become its king."
"Good," Hans said, standing up and moving towards the door. "Everything's going according to plan then. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'll be leaving to go somewhere warmer." As the prince opened the door, he glanced back at the boogeyman. "I'd wish to see this room in its previous state when I return."
The dark spirit gave him a mocking bow. "Of course, your grace."
Missing the sarcastic tone in Pitch's voice, Hans smiled at the way he was addressed and exited the room...
...and once the door closed behind him, Pitch released a surge of dark dust, turning the room entirely black. No light entered, no light escaped. It was as if the surroundings were an endless darkness.
"Insolent mortals..." the black-haired man growled. "Give them a little power and they think that they're king of the world." He sighed, waving his hand and creating a few of his nightmares from the darkness. One of the skeletal horse neighed in agreement and Pitch shook his head. "No matter... As irritating as that imbecilic prince is, he is an efficient pawn."
A dark-skinned hand moved to pet one of the nightmares. "To think...he doesn't even think that I have no reason to unfreeze Arendelle once the powers become mine."
He chuckled as if told the funniest joke in the world.
"Humans can be so...gullible."