His Weakness✔

Chapter 36

"You know I don't speak the language."

"I could've taught you. As a favor in return for you teaching me about magic." Elsa said and Peter chuckled.

"I'm a terrible learner. Nothing you would've said would've caught on."

"You calling me a bad teacher?"

"Course not, little ice princess." Peter said but didn't continue the back and forth teasing they were doing. Elsa continued to keep her smile on her face before she walked closer to him.

Peter stood by the window that outlooked to her balcony. He didn't look any different than he did when he had left. Still had brown hair, green eyes, amazing eyebrows, and a tall figure. Elsa wasn't sure what she was expecting to see.

"Why'd you leave Peter?" She suddenly asked and noticed Peter slightly stiffened.

"I don't belong here." He simply answered. Elsa chuckled lightly and shook her head.

"Of course you do silly. Your family is here. Anna and I aren't going anywhere." She laughed. Peter couldn't return the laugh.

"That's not the issue love. Magical people just don't belong here in Arendelle." He said seriously. Elsa's smile slowly flattened and she scrunched her eyebrows slightly.

"But I'm here." She whispered. Peter looked down to his feet before he took the girl's cold hands in his and managed to smile.

"I didn't just come back for the thimble Elsa. I was hoping you could come with me."

His words took Elsa by surprise. Her mouth slightly opened and she tried to speak but she was too bewildered.

"I can't." She responded softly and pulled her hands away. Peter looked heartbroken for a moment but quickly covered himself up.

"Why not?" He whispered and Elsa shook her head.

"I'm the future queen of Arendelle, I can't just leave my kingdom and Anna." She argued and Peter rolled his eyes. He could feel himself getting fussy.

"You don't belong here, Elsa, if the kingdom were to find out about your powers-"

"But they won't!"

"And what if they do?! Huh? What are you going to do when they come knocking at your door, asking for your head on a pike?!" He snapped and Elsa's eyes were slowly filling with tears. Her cheeks grew red and Peter felt terrible.

"I can't leave." She repeated once more.

Peter sorta understood. But he didn't want to understand. He wanted Elsa to leave with him.

"Fine. But at least come to the island with me. And then, if you still desire to come back, I'm will bring you back with no hesitation." Peter said finally.
Elsa couldn't see a flaw in the plan and deemed it only fair.

"Alright Peter, you've got yourself a deal."

Peter was filled with excitement and he grinned widely before grabbing the young girls hand and yanked her towards the balcony. Once they were near the edge, Peter jumped onto the ledge and looked back down to Elsa before sticking his hand out.

"Do you trust me?"

"Not like I have much of a choice." Elsa replied cheekily and grabbed his hand. Peter smiled widely before taking off with no warning. Elsa suddenly screaming as they headed for the second star to the right.

Peter was so sure Elsa wouldn't leave him. He loved her. He knew once he confessed his feelings for her, she would change her mind about coming back to Arendelle. He hoped she would stay young with him forever.

Never did he think she only thought of him as a brother.

And so she left.

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Peter stood before the graves of king Agnarr and Queen Iduna. His adoptive parents. The ones who took him in without even questioning it.

He never came to their funeral. He had only found out they were dead when he had first arrived in New Neverland i.e Storybrooke.

Peter remembered clearly when Elsa had left him on the original Neveland. How devastated he had become.

When Pan had found out Elsa had gotten married to the Gaurdian of Winter, Jack Frost, Pan had managed to destroy most of the island in a rage.

He swore he would never fall in love. He swore he would manage to get over Elsa.

And he did.

It happened when a girl named Wendy had returned to Neverland in search for her brothers Micheal and John. Pan thought it was stupid of her to return after so many years and locked her away in a cage for more years to come.

It was at that moment that he realized there was more than one type of love in the world. There was love for the family. And it was proven a thing once more when Emma and Regina risked their lives to get their son back from the clutches of Peter Pan.

Pan came to a conclusion years ago that love was a weakness. A weakness that didn't need to exist in his life. A weakness that only held you back for the worse. He didn't need that in his life. He didn't want to he held back.

So when Elsa died he did not cry, nor did he weep.

But at that moment, when he finally tore his eyes away from the king and queen's tomb stones, his eyes landed on another rock not too far along.

Around the stone were small perriwinkles, all peaking out from underneath the thin layer of snow. They gave the grave a happy aroma and a chance for hope.

Something that Pan lacked in life.

Once his eyes ran over the name etched in the rock, the broken boy fell down to his knees in complete woe. For once he felt small.

And he cried for his first long lost love, Elsa Frost.

*unedited*

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