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TIME HAD PASSED since their last encounter, and even now would this technically be their first, for things had changed from such a fateful battle. The King of Nightmares was no longer. Such as title did not suit this new mind frame of the creature, now reasonably accepting the simple term of Nightmare King instead. Similar, but very much different as the creature of darkness was as it had long ago crawled from the belly of the hole.

IT NO LONGER REMEMBERED, even though had the same problem in its prior life, now barely remembered even more. Yet, found answers in the strangest of places; none of which were the answers one could hope to achieve for the Nightmare King’s part. Would it have been better suited to allow it to remember or simply let it continue to only forget?

DIFFERENCES had mad up its entire being from the previous King of Nightmares; one, is the simplicity of its mind. Not as cunning as before, but words twice as sweet to manipulate. No ill-will thoughts but even more so dangerous than before.

SENSITIVE to the LIGHT, but HARDER to DEFEAT.

CONTRADICTIONS made up this new creature as it now lurked the shadows with more slyness than any creeping crawler on the planet. With spider like movements in a somewhat physical form pulled itself onto the outside wall of a house, peering inside to the deadly light of where a family took residence in.

IT STARED with only white small orbs and a black inky shape. Nothing to define its body or face besides the supposed white eyes. Silence overtook it as it watched the family continue on with their personal affairs, and not knowing what hide beyond the comfort of their walls.

It blinked. Then the white orbs emerged to the other side of the head, gazing towards the golden creature without any sign of familiarity.

Nightmares come to her more often than she would care to admit. Nightmares of the past and of the future ; mistakes she had made, things that could have been AVOIDED, things that could very well still happen if she ever lost control again. Restless nights are expected, mind too busy buzzing with worries about the kingdom and of her powers.

                                                          The people of Arendelle had seemed                                                           to accept her after she had unfrozen                                                           the kingdom, but she could see that                                                           not all of them had been so easy to                                                           forgive. Some of them still cowered                                                           away from her as if they feared they                                                           too would be turned to ice.

It was now she woke in twilight ( or so it seemed ), trying to shake off her latest nightmare. Wiping a hand across her forehead, she took a steady breath as she fought to detangle herself from her sheets. Once her feet hit the floor, she padded quietly over to the balcony doors, opening them as her breath caught in her throat. The light she had thought was the sun setting had just been the stars, brighter than they had ever been, and she half-wondered if she was still asleep. Colors danced across the sky and she knew that she just had to be asleep.

     "---Anna?" She called out, lips pressing together when        she feared this would be another nightmare. "Kristoff?        Is anyone there. . .?"