You and Eugene take about three hours to get to Keralu's HQ. You're both a little sore and irritated after this trip, but at least you know it's finally about to end. You can deliver this package, and then go home. Well, at least go to Eugene's home. It's a temporary home for you. You'd rather get off the streets anyway. It's around 8:30, so it's dark. Considering what happened back at the red-light district, you'd rather get somewhere safe on the double.

"Well, we're here. Welcome to Keralu: the leader of pharmacy," Eugene says, extending his arms in a presentation like form.

You roll your eyes and cross your arms.

"I'm star struck."

Eugene's sarcastic joy instantly fades. He lets his arms hang down, and his shoulders slouch a bit.

"Yeah, it's not that amazing. At least not to someone like us. I was never one for drugs and medicine."

"Oh really?"

Eugene nods.

"I was taught to just fight through the pain. Though, I know I couldn't naturally survive cancer or something along those lines. But a flu or headache just needs water and rest."

You shrug. "Yeah, I get ya. But my parents... step-parents... were all about keeping me healthy. They'd overreact so much though that it would make me laugh."

"Oh really? How so?"

You throw your hands in your pockets and think.

"I remember one time they threatened to sue a restaurant cause they thought I had food poisoning."

"That doesn't seem to-"

"I sneezed after I took a bite, and they flipped out," you finish.

"Oh... that actually sounds pretty bad," he snickers.

You let out a little chuckle then go quiet for a moment.

"They were good people."

Eugene can tell you're feeling down in the dumps right now. He knows how you accidently killed your step-parents, and that this would be a difficult topic for you.

"I shouldn't have brought it up. I'm sorry."

You snap out of your trance and turn your head towards him.

"Oh, it's not your fault. Don't worry about it," you smile. "I'm sure you have topics you aren't all chipper about."

Eugene nods. "Yeah. I'd say my biggest one is my childhood. Only Rapunzel knows about it."

"Hm... orphan?" You guess.

Eugene looks over at you with an eyebrow raised.

"How did you know?"

"I guessed," you laugh.

Eugene shakes his head whilst he laughs. You both finally walk into the building. It's full of different diagrams, pictures, and magazines all based around the company. None of them really interest you at the moment, so you keep your attention on the goal at hand.

Eugene walks up to the desk and clears his throat, getting the attention of the secretary.

"What can I do for you today, sir?" He asks.

"I'm here to see..." Eugene pulls out the package and reads the name. "Gothel?"

"Ah yes, I assume you're talking about Ms. Gothel's delivery? One moment."

The man picks up a phone and clicks a button. He waits for a moment.

"Sincere apologies for disturbing you Ms. Gothel, but your delivery is here. Should I send him up?" He waits a moment. "Very well ma'am, I'll send them up." He hangs up the phone and returns his attention to Eugene. "You can go. Take the elevator down the hall on the left side up to the twentieth floor."

Eugene nods then waves his hand for you to follow. You both walk past the desk and follow the man's instructions. Eugene hits the elevator button and lies against the wall. You look around at the clean, pristine place you're forced to be in. Something about this place screams "fake". Then again, it's a pharmaceutical company. They deal with false pain relief and cosmetic stuff.

The elevator opens, so you and Eugene enter it. You look around the elevator and notice a camera staring right at you. You look over at Eugene, who's a little on edge right now.

"You alright Eugene?"

"Huh?" He asks, snapping out of a trance. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just thinking."

"About?"

"The food Rapunzel's mom is going to make tonight."

You laugh.

"Nice Eugene. To be honest I totally forgot about her parents. I didn't see them when you were showing us around."

"Yeah, they were out getting groceries. That's why I'm excited for tonight," he says.

"I'll bet. I can't wait to experience their cooking for myself."

"They'll probably be excited to see you too. You are engaged to their niece, after all."

You nod, "That's true."

The elevator comes to a halt and the door opens. You and Eugene walk out of the elevator and into the main area of the room. It's almost similar to the top floor of W.A. Industries, except the walls aren't glass here. It's all solid white walls. As you and Eugene walk down the first hallway you knock on one of the walls. To your surprise, it's metal.

Why the hell are the walls metal? What's inside these rooms, anyway?

The content of these rooms will remain a mystery to you. The doors are metal as well, so there's no way to see inside of any rooms. It would make sense for the labs and sensitive areas, but why here? This should just be a place where some paper work gets done.

"I'm guessing you two are the delivery boys?" A female voice calls out.

You both turn around and see a woman standing proudly down the hall. She has curly black hair that goes down to her waist. She looks very young and healthy. Whoever she is, she must take good care of herself.

"Are you Gothel?" You inquire.

"Ms. Gothel, darling. Mother Gothel if you're feeling a little spiritual," she exclaims.

You and Eugene share a look. This woman's a little out there, obviously.

"Right... If it's all the same to you I'm going to stick with Ms. Gothel."

Ms. Gothel lets her arms fall to her sides then smiles.

"So, may I have my package? I assume that's why you're here?"

"Ah, yes."

Eugene pulls out the package from the satchel and begins walking over to Gothel. He hands it to her then backs up a few steps. Gothel takes the package in both hands, shakes it a little, and then turns her attention back to you.

"Thank you so much for delivering this to me. Such a handsome and nice young man."

"Not like I helped or anything," you mutter under your breath.

"Thank you ma'am, but we have to go," Eugene politely states.

"Oh of course. Go on. Thanks again!"

You and Eugene stroll away from Gothel and back to the elevator. Gothel holds the package and slyly watches you two enter the elevator and leave. She proudly walks into her office and sees someone standing there with his arms crossed.

"I'm assuming that's it?" He asks.

"Yes Hans, this is it," Gothel replies, opening the package and pulling out a small stone. "The Dragon's Tear. Monarch is done with it so I can use it for my own research. I've been requesting this for months. It's helped so much with my research into extending one's youth."

Hans snickers. "Your obsession with youth isn't my concern. I want to know if you'll help me."

Gothel ogles over the Dragon's Tear for a moment before turning her attention to Hans.

"Rebelling against Monarch isn't wise, dear child. He's more powerful than you know. Do you wish to end up like your father?"

"That is the very reason I will kill him. Not only will I get revenge on the man that killed my father, but the Hierarchy will be restored. You must admit that Alistair does not share the same views as anyone else in the Hierarchy. Take you for instance. Alistair doesn't give enough attention to your project. It truly deserves more attention."

Gothel begins laughing.

"You're trying to flatter me in an attempt to get me on your side. However, you're right. With time, I can make us live forever."

"Exactly. Alistair's view is too narrow. If we can gather the support of the entire Hierarchy, we can kill him!" Hans declares, clenching his hand into a fist.

Gothel rolls her eyes.

"What about James? What does he have to say?" Gothel asks.

"Captain Hook? He's onboard. He's hated Alistair ever since he got his hand cut off by him."

Gothel sighs.

"Very well. You can say that I'm onboard. But if everything goes to shit I'm not going to save you."

Hans smiles.

"Fair enough. I thank you for your time, Mother Gothel.

Hans makes his way out of Gothel's room, leaving her on her own. Gothel simply stares at the Dragon's Tear and begins to contemplate her decision. Hans is obviously ignorant of Alistair's strength. She was around when Hans' father was killed. He made the mistake of going after Alistair, and the entire Hierarchy paid for it. But that was over two decades ago. Alistair has only gotten stronger after that time. His power is far beyond what it used to be. She doubts anyone could kill him.

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Elsa and Kristoff pull into the parking lot of one of the fanciest restaurants in Arendelle. Elsa parks the car and steps out. Kristoff quickly follows. The two enter the restaurant and approach the desk.

"I have a reservation. Anderson. Elsa Anderson."

The man looks through a small book and finds her name. He looks up at her and smiles.

"Of course Ms. Anderson, we've been waiting for you. This way, please."

The waiter leads Elsa and Kristoff through the establishment and to a table. He pulls out two chairs for them, then stands back. Elsa and Kristoff take their seats.

"Someone will be with you momentarily."

"Thank you," Elsa nods.

The waiter walks away, leaving Elsa and Kristoff to themselves.

"So, how are things going Kristoff?" Elsa asks.

Kristoff looks around the room then back at Elsa.

"It's fine, I suppose."

"How has your family been doing since Pabbie's death?"

"They're coping. I am too. I suppose the money Pabbie left them will really help in the long run. But I suppose it doesn't affect me too much since I'm living with you guys now," Kristoff rambles.

"Ah yes. How is that? Moving into a room with Anna, I mean?" Elsa asks.

"It's ah..." Kristoff starts chuckling. "It's something else. She really doesn't want me to move any of her stuff around."

"Why, do you have a lot of stuff you want to bring?"

"What? Oh no, of course not. I live very simply. The only big thing I brought were my drums, and we put that in (Y/N)'s room for now. Anna's just defensive about her closet space."

Elsa starts laughing. "That's what that was all about? Closet space?"

"Hey, it's not easy to bargain with her!" Kristoff defends. "She's dangerous when it comes to her clothes. I just have a few things I want to put in there but no. She doesn't want me to mess up her organization."

"We could always get a dresser or something."

"I proposed that too. We're going to go look for something later on in the week. Of course I have work soon and I know Anna's looking for a job."

"You have a job now?" Elsa questions, truly surprised.

"Hm, oh yes. I'm going to work in construction. Should help me stay in shape. Anna keeps saying I'm getting a little chunky," he sighs.

"She's just teasing."

"I know, but a part of her is right. I haven't worked out in months. Not since we had that old workout facility in school. Maybe I should get into a gym or something."

"I go to the gym every once in a while. Maybe we should go together," Elsa proposes.

"Yeah, that sounds fun. It would probably help having someone else with me. Someone I actually know."

"Yeah, that's one of the reasons I stopped going. I could have asked (Y/N) but he's grown out of gyms."

"I can imagine. He'd probably break everything in there," Kristoff jokes.

"Probably. It's funny how strong he is, and yet how weak he is at the same time," Elsa says.

Kristoff raises his brow. "What do you mean?"

"Well, compared to a lot of people he's amazingly strong. Abnormally so. Yet I think everyone overestimates him all the time."

Kristoff shrugs. "I suppose. I'll admit that I'm a little worried about him being off in Corona."

"You too?"

Kristoff nods. "All this stuff is getting big. I remember when it was just Hans messing with us but now there are so many different people involved. It just seems like (Y/N) doesn't really know what he's getting himself in to."

Elsa sighs. "You can imagine how that makes me feel. But we just have to trust in him, you know? This is just something he has to do and then..."

"And then... what?" Kristoff says. "What will he do afterwards? What will you two do afterwards?"

Elsa stares into Kristoff's eyes, coming up with a response to his question.

"I don't know... live normally? I have a job, and I'm sure (Y/N) could get one too. He has a lot of skills. Maybe you two can become a famous rock band," she giggles.

Kristoff smiles. "Yeah, right. I can't really see me touring the world or anything. He could probably run the band on his own, if he wanted too."

"(Y/N) can only play the guitar, can't he?" Elsa unsurely asks.

"No, actually. He can play quite a few instruments. He showed me a couple drumming techniques that helped me a ton."

"Huh... Wonder why he never mentioned that."

"(Y/N) tends to not say things unless asked about them. More for the trivial stuff like that. It's random to say that, don't you think?" Kristoff explains.

"Yeah, I suppose that makes sense."

A waitress approaches their table.

"Hello, my name's Alex. What can I start you off with a drink?"

"Just water, thank you," Elsa requests.

"Cola for me, please," Kristoff orders.

The waitress writes the orders down on a small note pad then smiles at the two.

"I'll be right back."

She walks away, leaving the two alone again.

Kristoff and Elsa pick up the menus and start looking through them.

"So, has Anna told you about her job hunt at all?" Kristoff inquires.

Elsa thinks for a second.

"No, she just mentioned it to me. Why, has she talked about it with you?"

"A little bit. She's going small right now. It's not like she has a field or anything. None of us actually went to college or university, come to think of it."

"Well she could always go. It's not like we're short on money," Elsa points out.

"Mmm, I don't think it's that. With this whole job thing, I think Anna just wants a sense of independence."

Elsa chuckles. "That sounds like Anna."

"It sounds like you too. She admires you more than you know."

Elsa looks up at Kristoff with a brow raised. She sighs.

"It's been like that since we were young. I haven't been the best example for her."

"You haven't? I think you're selling yourself short Elsa. You've shown Anna how to stay strong in tough times. It's hard to do that, especially with the life you've lived."

Elsa takes in what Kristoff is saying. She never thought of it like that. Even with the bonding the two have done, Elsa still hasn't shaken the bad feeling of what she's done. It's hard for Elsa to let go of failures like that. It's just who she is. If someone she cares about could be put, or is put in danger because of her then she'll take all the pain onto herself to keep that person safe.

"You'll get your normal life soon, I'm sure of it," Kristoff smiles.

Elsa shifts her gaze to him then smiles back.

"Yeah... I will. I will someday soon."

Kristoff sighs. "Just wait for (Y/N), huh? I know he cares about you more than this whole thing."

Elsa feels a smile crawl across her face. "Yeah, I know."

Kristoff leans back a bit when he sees the waitress coming with the drinks. She sets them down then stands attentively.

"Have you decided on what you're getting this evening?"

"Yes, I would like the lobster special, please," Elsa decides.

"Can I get... whatever this is," Kristoff asks, pointing at a superb looking chicken dinner displayed in the menu.

"No problem sir," the waitress chuckles.

She grabs the menus and walks off, leaving Kristoff and Elsa to themselves once again. Kristoff begins to take a drink of his Cola.

"So Kristoff, are you planning on proposing to Anna?" Elsa playfully asks.

Kristoff's eyes widen and he begins coughing a little bit. He gulps down his drink then looks at Elsa. She's giggling at Kristoff's reaction.

"I... ah... I don't know... I mean I would... should I... you kind of..."

Kristoff spews incomplete sentences which makes Elsa laugh pretty hard.

"I'm just teasing you Kristoff," she clarifies.

"Oh... haha... just teasing, huh? Anna did the same thing to me when (Y/N) proposed to you."

"Well, you better not keep her waiting. Anna's a beautiful girl who could get any man. Hustle up big guy," she giggles.

"Now you're doing it on purpose," Kristoff remarks.

Elsa begins laughing even more, which causes Kristoff to start laughing too.

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Anna sits on the couch, stretching out as much as she can.

"I'm booooooored!" She whines.

She waits for someone to respond, but remembers that nobody is here. Gerda and Kai went aren't here, and Olaf's off at a friend's house. It's just Anna all alone. Anna hops off the couch and huffs.

"I suppose I should do something while everyone's gone..."

Anna starts walking around the house, slightly moving everything she finds to be out of place. She picks up a few pieces of garbage Olaf left lying around, and she puts away some of the dishes. Her little cleaning escapade leads her upstairs. She walks into her room and begins cleaning everything in there. She refrains from touching any of Kristoff's stuff, just in case.

She then moves to Elsa's room. Usually Elsa doesn't mind Anna being in here, as long as she doesn't actively snoop around in her room. Anna looks around to see if there's any garbage or anything around. There isn't, but she does see that Elsa's little garbage bin is full. Anna walks over to it and is about to pick it up when she notices something. She kneels down and grabs the object.

Anna knows what it is, but why would Elsa have a pregnancy test? Anna examines it. Her face fills with surprise when she sees the result.

Positive.

"Ahhhhhh! Elsa's pregnant! Oh my god! My big sister's pregnant! I have to-" Anna stops dead in her tracks. "Ooooh no. I can't tell her. She can't know I was snooping around in her room. I mean... I wasn't snooping per se. I was just... cleaning... she would never buy that. Does (Y/N) know? Did Elsa tell him? Who do I tell? Kristoff needs to know! Elsa can't be working or... THAT'S WHY SHE'S BEEN SICK! It's so obvious now!"

Anna paces around the room as she rants, figuring out what to do.

"She has to rest. Who knows how long she's been pregnant? I need to talk to her about it... bring it up carefully. Yes! That's it! I'll so delicately bring it up, then she'll tell me. She's my sister. There's no reason to hide something like this... right?"

Anna moves over to Elsa's bed and sits down on it.

"Maybe she's just waiting until (Y/N) comes back, and then she'll tell us all. She wouldn't actually hide it from us... from me. Well," Anna says as she stands up, filled with determination. "I'm going to find out whether Elsa brings it up or not!"

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You and Eugene finally make it back to Rapunzel's house. It was a long, tiring walk but you finally made it. You both enter the house and slip out of your shoes. You and Eugene look at each other for a moment then break out into a small fit of laughter. Your noise attracts the attention of some other people in the house. Not a moment after you two start laughing Rapunzel comes around a corner.

"Hello boys, good to see you. Did your delivery go well, Eugene?"

"You know, like any other," he replies.

You raise your brow at his response.

Does he usually get shot at while delivering packages?

Rapunzel looks around you guys with a questioning face.

"Where's Hunter?"

The same question fills your mind too.

"Where is Hunter? Last time I saw him you two were... oh for christ sakes," you moan, resting your head in your hand.

Eugene shrugs. "He's around. I'm sure he'll come here at some point."

Rapunzel turns her attention to you.

"Does he usually do this?" She asks.

You look up at her then shrug. "For as long as I've known him? Yeah, he does. Eugene is right though, he'll show up eventually."

"Well, I guess he'll just have to miss out on dinner. Come on, my parents are almost done," Rapunzel says, gesturing you both to follow her.

 Rapunzel leads you two through the house and to the kitchen. You notice who you assume to be Rapunzel's mother. She has long brown hair with a few grey hairs here and there. Her features are quite similar to Rapunzel's. You can see where she gets her beauty from. Her father comes into view not a second after. You remember Rapunzel's earlier comment about her father's beard. You can agree that it dominates Eugene's beard by a mile. He's very muscular, and is very fair looking. He very much looks like a dominating authority figure, with a kind persona to him.

Rapunzel's father looks up at you and smiles.

"You must be (Y/N). I've heard so much about you," he warmly greets, walking towards you. He approaches you then extends his hand for you to shake. "My name's Ragnar. Great to meet you."

You shake his hand, meeting his grip with a little more power. He shakes hard, as you predicted.

"Good to meet you too, sir. May I ask where you've heard of me?"

"Elsa spoke highly of you during our daughter's wedding. A shame you were preoccupied with family matters."

Family matters? Elsa didn't even know Alistair was my father... Hell, I didn't even know. Did she lie for me?

"How's your family been, anyway?" Ragnar asks, voice full of concern.

"Well... family is difficult sometimes. My brother and I are trying to figure it out," you weakly chuckle.

"Family is strong. No matter what, I'm sure you'll pull through," he smiles.

Your eyes drift to the ground. It's not his fault that he has no idea what he's talking about. You very much doubt that you can fix the issues at hand through talking.

Rapunzel's mother finishes setting the table and approaches two. She taps her husband's chest.

"Dinner's ready boys. Let's sit down and eat," she softly says.

"Of course. What are we eating, if I may ask?"

Rapunzel's mother chuckles. "Your favourite."

She and her husband walk away and take a seat. You raise your brow as they walk away.

"How do you know what my favourite food is?" You ask, taking your own seat.

"From what we've heard, you're not too secret about it," Rapunzel's mother responds.

"Yeah, you say it every time food is brought up," Eugene laughs.

You sarcastically smile at him. "Well you know what? It's really freakin good. Don't judge me."

Ragnar chuckles. "Settle down you two. Let's be respectful at the dinner table."

Rapunzel's mother takes off the cover of all the food, revealing a large assortment of meats, vegetables, and side dishes. One of the most prominent foods is the large steak, ready for you. You practically drool over the steak. It looks absolutely beautiful. Everyone at the table chuckles at you.

You grab a piece of the steak and start eating. Everyone else begins to fill their plates up with food and eat as well. You take a few bites of the steak and fall into a trance of enjoyment. This is one of the best steaks you've ever had, no doubt.

"Ma'am, I have to say this is one of the most delicious things I've ever tasted," you sincerely compliment.

"Ma'am? Please, you can call me by my name."

"I actually never caught your name."

"Irena," she reveals.

"Well Irena, this steak is a godsend. I tip my hat to you," you say, mimicking the action of tipping a hat.

"My god, really?" Eugene laughs. "Don't become one of those fedora wearing guys."

"What is wrong with a fedora?" Rapunzel intrudes.

"You know those types. They always have fedoras!"

"So now everyone who has a fedora and tips their hat are placed in a category? Sheesh Eugene," you tease.

"Well..." Eugene tries to think of something to say, but ends up sighing. "I hate it when you all gang up on me."

"Rapunzel leans over and kisses Eugene's cheek. "I love you too sweety."

"Then be on my side! Come on!"

Rapunzel giggles. "I just can't do that."

Ragnar and Irena laugh. You and Rapunzel follow suit. Eugene unhappily eats his food. He's not a fan of this already. Of course he knows it's all a joke, but he's usually the one doing the joking and not the one who's at the butt end of the joke.

Everyone stops laughing and takes a second to eat. You finish your second piece of steak then look over to Irena.

"So, Irena. Can I ask you something? Both of you, actually?"

The adults put a halt to their eating and turn their attention to you.

"Go ahead," Ragnar replies.

"So... you two knew Adgar and Idun before they... had an accident, right?" You carefully ask.

"I knew my sister quite well, yes. Why do you ask?" Irena jokes.

"Well... what were they like. I didn't have the pleasure of really knowing them."

Irena puts down her utensils and thinks.

"Well... Idun was a very smart girl. She was always two steps ahead of me. She over thought everything, but didn't let that get in the way of a good time. She was quite the party girl, let me tell you."

"So... did she change when she met Adgar?" You inquire.

Irena thinks for a moment.

"No... If anything she became happier. I always liked Adgar; he was a good man. He was very charismatic, but..."

"But... what?" You curiously ask.

"He seemed very concerned about something. Idun too, come to think of it," Irena says, turning to her husband.

"They did seem to change a little bit. Around a year before Elsa was born, they got very reclusive. It was a very swift change. They just stopped talking to us. After Elsa was born it was worse," Ragnar recollects.

"Yes, you're right. Even Idun didn't want to talk to me. She didn't even come to our mother's funeral. Said she had work to do. She always had work. Then her work..."

Irena starts to tear up a little bit. Ragnar slides his hand onto her shoulder for comfort. You recoil a little bit and sink into yourself.

"I'm sorry... I shouldn't have brought it up."

"No, no... it's fine. I suppose it's still hard to think of them dying. They were such good people, even with that little change," Irena smiles. "Besides, Elsa and Anna show the best qualities of both. They would be so proud if they saw them today."

Yeah... I doubt that.

You all turn your attention back to your food.

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Elsa and Kristoff walk out of the restaurant.

"That... was really good," Kristoff admits, completely satisfied with the food.

"It was. You seemed more interested in the food than our conversation," Elsa teases.

"No I wasn't! Well... maybe a little. It was really good."

"I'm glad you enjoyed yourself. You weren't bad company either."

"Well, I have to be a good talker. Have you met Anna?" He jokes.

Elsa giggles a bit. "Yes, that's true. Though I suspect Anna could strike up a conversation with anyone."

The two reach the car and enter. Elsa takes the driver's seat, and starts the car. Kristoff slouches in the seat and closes his eyes. Elsa pokes his ribs.

"You aren't falling asleep, are you?"

"No, no! Of course not. I just need some time to digest."

Elsa rolls her eyes. She puts her full attention to the road and begins driving home. It doesn't take too long, as it's pretty late right now. Not many cars are driving around. Elsa pulls into her drive way and parks the car. The two exit the car and enter the house.

Anna instantly jumps off the couch and rushes towards the two.

"Hey guys! Nice night, isn't it. Elsa you look tired, you should go get some rest," Anna quickly says.

Elsa and Kristoff raise their brow. Before Elsa can respond Anna swoops behind her and begins pushing her towards the stairs and to her room.

"Anna! Hey, what's with you?" Elsa questions, lightly resisting Anna.

"Nothing! Nothing at all, I'm just concerned for your health- er... Wellbeing!" She preaches, pushing Elsa up the stairs. "The wellbeing of you and anyone else with you, well maybe not with you but... I'm just concerned. Sheesh, can't a sister be worried? Huh?" She finishes, pushing Elsa into her room and slamming the door closed.

Anna leans against the door for a second then rushes down stairs. Kristoff takes off his shoes and looks up at the speedy Anna. She runs up to Kristoff and drags him onto the couch.

"What is with you right n-"

Anna shoves her hand on Kristoff's mouth.

"Shhhhhhh, listen. Something big is going on right now. I mean, REALLY big."

Kristoff lightly pushes Anna's hand off of his mouth.

"Alright. So what is it?"

Anna looks back towards the stairs to see if Elsa's listening, or coming down the stairs. There's no sign of her, so Anna proceeds. Gestures Kristoff to lean in a little, which he does.

"Elsa's pregnant," she whispers.

Kristoff backs up a bit and bears a doubtful look.

"No way, I don't believe that."

"No, seriously! She's been acting really strange these past couple days with cramps and sicknesses that spell out pregnancy!" Anna quietly exclaims.

Kristoff shakes his head and smiles.

"That doesn't mean she's pregnant Anna."

"Oh yeah?" Anna smirks. "Well, this girl found a positive pregnancy test in Elsa's room! What do you say to that? Huh?"

"Why were you in Elsa's room?" Kristoff tiredly asks.

"That's not the point!" Anna shouts. "The point is Elsa's pregnant!"

Kristoff sighs.

"If she is pregnant, I'm sure she'll tell us. Just don't do anything rash, okay?"

Anna pouts. "Okay."

Kristoff smiles and gives her a quick peck on the lips.

"I'm going to bed. It's been quite a day."

"Mind if I join you?" She smirks.

"Well, we kind of share the bed so I suppose," Kristoff shrugs, walking up the stairs.

Anna shakes her head and giggles. Kristoff looks back at her and raises his brow.

"What?"

"Oh nothing. Nothing at all," she chuckles.

Anna walks up the stairs and past Kristoff, laughing all the way. Kristoff stands till, dumbfounded.

"What!?"

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You prep yourself for bed. Dinner was great, and the conversation was good too. But it's getting pretty late and you know a good night's sleep is awaiting you. You finish brushing your teeth and exit the bathroom. Rapunzel is waiting outside the bathroom, leaning against the wall across from the door.

"How was your fist day in Corona?"

You shrug. "You know, good as any can be. Thank you again for letting me stay here."

"It's not a problem. You're practically family."

"Give it a few months and I'll actually be family."

"Ah yes, your marriage," Rapunzel nods.

You await an explosion of happiness and screaming... but nothing. Rapunzel awkwardly stares at you.

"Are you okay?" She asks.

"Yeah, I'm fine. I just thought you were going to shriek and cheer for your cousin getting married."

Rapunzel laughs. "I already got that out of the way, don't worry. Elsa, Anna, and I had our little moment over the phone."

You and Rapunzel walk through the hall and towards your rooms. You walk up to your door and grab the handle.

"So, I guess I'll see ya tomorrow?" Rapunzel hopefully asks.

You turn to her and nod.

"Of course you will."

You open the door and walk in the room. It's simply peace and quiet, and you like it. You walk over to the bed and hop on it. You stretch your legs down the bed and snuggle into the comforter. You rest your hands behind your head and assume a state of pure relaxation. You let out a sigh and smile.

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2 Hours Later

"(Y/N)! (Y/N), wake up."

You slowly open your eyes to see Hunter looming over you. You push his face out of your line of sight then flip over into the bed.

"(Y/N) you lazy bastard, wake up," Hunter presses on.

You groan then flip onto your back once more.

"Whaaaaaat?" You moan.

"I have some information. Thought you'd want to hear it."

You wipe your eyes and try to focus a little.

"It's like... one in the morning. Why on earth would I want to know whatever you know now?"

You move your body to the edge of the bed, and slouch over it.

"Besides, weren't you at a strip club? What was that anyway? You left Eugene and I in quite the disaster," you weakly say.

"It's not my fault you two riled up the gangs," Hunter dismisses. "Anyway. I got something from the owner of the club. We sho-"

"Whoa, whoa, wait. You got information on the Hierarchy from a strip club owner?" You question in a groggy voice.

"The Hierarchy is spread out in all areas, especially in Corona. I should look into that one of these days... anyway, we have to go after Dysa Co. They're developing something that Alistair is watching over closely."

You droop your head in Hunter's direction.

"So what's your big plan?"

"We'll have to sneak in during the night time. If you're up for it, we could go tonight?"

"Gooooooo fuck yourself. I'm not doing anything right now," you hiss.

Hunter raises a brow at your reaction. You see this and sigh.

"Sorry... I wasn't having a great sleep."

Hunter shrugs.

"Okay, but we should act soon. Who knows what Alistair will do with it."

You fall back onto the bed and think for a moment. You start chuckling a bit.

"We don't need to break in."

"We don't?"

You shake your head. "The music competition is hosted by those guys. I heard that the winner gets a tour around their main building. Obviously they want to show their music technology, but I could sneak away and find whatever it is their hiding."

Hunter sighs. "Well what do I do?"

"I don't know. Go hang out with Gaia?"

"Hang out with Gaia? Since when did you care about my relationships?"

"Since I learned you were my brother. Listen, can I go back to sleep? We have a plan," you complain.

Hunter huffs then throws his arms in the air.

"Fine. I'll just go sit around with my thumb up my ass," he barks, leaving the room.

"Just do it around Gaia!" You shout.

"Bite me!"

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1 Hour Later

"Do you really think this is a good idea? I mean... Alistair would kill us," Gothel voices her concerns.

"We're too important to be killed off. You know as well as I do that Alistair has us working on important things. Not just to the Hierarchy, but to his deranged plan," Hook reassures.

"But... I don't think this is the way to do it. I don't trust Hans less than I trust Alistair. All I want to do is focus on my work."

"Worried about becoming a withered hag?" A voice chuckles.

Gothel and Hook jump out of their seats and turn towards the door. A man in a suit is standing prominently at the door. Two guards quickly rush him. The man dodges both punches and delivers a quick chop to each of their necks. They both fall in seconds. He wipes his hands on themselves and chuckles.

"You need some more competent bodyguards. If I wanted to kill you, it wouldn't even constitute as a warmup."

"What do you want?" Hook snarls, prepping his fighting hand.

"I have a simple proposition for you," the man says, stepping out of the shadows.

Gothel sees who it is and raises her brow in intrigue.

"You? But I thought-"

"Assumptions make an ass of you and me. Just shut up and listen," the man says, awaiting their silence.

Hook looks over at Gothel, who gestures him to stand down. Hook cautiously sits down.

"Fantastic, you're both ready to hear me out."

The man begins walking around the room.

"You seem to be torn between Alistair and Hans. I'll give you an out. Me."

"You? Why should we trust you?" Hook barks.

"Because I can crush them and throw them into the wind. Hans can't even stop (Y/N) and Hunter, while Alistair is too sentimental about them. He'll kill them, no doubt, but he'll wait until they're too strong for him. No matter how strong they get, I will always have the edge. But you asked why you should trust me... You should trust me because I have no reason to deceive you.  Hans and Alistair does."

Gothel and Hook share a look.

"Work for me, and you'll become my second and third in command. You can pursue whatever you desire, as long as you are absolutely loyal to me."

Gothel and Hook consider his proposal.

"What would you have us do?" Gothel inquires.

"You continue to pretend you're on both Alistair's and Hans' side. However, you must keep (Y/N) and Hunter alive for now. They'll keep Alistair distracted. Hook," he says, turning to Hook. "My sources say (Y/N) has been considering entering your little music contest. He will likely win and attempt to access your files. Let him access anything that relates to Alistair's plans, but keep your own secrets hidden away," the man explains.

"And what would you have me do?" Gothel asks.

"Keep acting normally. Focus on your research into extending one's youth. That interests me."

The man walks away from Gothel and Hook. He goes to the door then stops.

"I'll be in contact with you soon. Just pretend to be with everyone, but remember this: if you decide to double-cross me instead of follow my orders... I won't hesitate to crush you too."

With that, he leaves. Hook and Gothel remain silent for minutes after he leaves.

"What do we do?" Hook says, breaking the silence.

Gothel sighs. "Follow this new one. You know as well as I do that he didn't lie. He can kill them both."

"That man killing Alistair is debatable," Hook argues.

"It's more likely than Hans killing him. Besides, we both know who that is. We know what he can do."

Hook growls. "I hate this feeling. But... I suppose it's better than death. Damnit!" He slams his fist on the table, breaking it in half.

"Calm down Hook. Good things come to those who wait. This may just be our way to snatch up the Hierarchy for our own," Gothel devilishly grins.

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Hours later, when the sun is up...

Anna's eyes slowly begin to open and adjust to the morning light. Anna frees her upper body from the bed sheets and begins to stretch, yawning as she does this. She looks to her side and sees Kristoff, sleeping like a baby. She sure tuckered him out last night.

Anna gets out of her bed and walks out the door. She walks to the washroom and starts a nice warm shower. After cleaning herself, she dries off. Anna ties up her hair in braids so the wet hair doesn't flow everywhere. Anna strolls into her room and picks out a simple yet elegant outfit for the day. She has plans to find a job today, or at least a lead.

Anna grabs her phone and looks at it.

"12: 26? I slept in late..." She says to herself.

She slides her phone into her jeans and hops down the stairs. She walks to the kitchen and grabs some bread. She takes out two slices and tosses them into the toaster. She sits back for a moment then sighs. Anna gets the idea to watch some TV while the bread cooks. She walks over to the couch and grabs the remote, turning the TV on.

After a second, Elsa comes in the front door carrying a ton of bags. Anna looks over and immediately explodes off of the couch and to her sister's side.

"You shouldn't be carrying all these bags. Let me take them," Anna lightly chuckles.

Anna takes all of the bags from Elsa and carries them to the kitchen. Elsa raises her brow at Anna's odd behavior.

Anna carries all the bags to the kitchen then sets them down. She looks in one of them and sees some food.

"Why were you grocery shopping alone?" She exclaims.

"Gerda and Kai are away for a few weeks. We have to buy our own food, Anna. It doesn't magically appear," Elsa teases.

"Of course not," Anna plays along. "But maybe I should be doing this stuff now. I'm sure you're getting super tired lately."

"No, not really..." Elsa smiles, walking to the kitchen.

Elsa moves beside Anna and starts putting some of the items away.

"So, uh... did you have your meeting yet?" Anna begins.

"Oh, no. That's a little later today. I just went to my doctor and then picked up this food."

"Oh really? And what did the doctor say?" Anna curiously asks.

Elsa waves her off. "Don't worry about it. It's nothing bad."

"No, I wouldn't say it's bad at all. But why would you not tell me?"

"I just didn't think it was all that important, you know. He explained it all to me. I'm fine."

"Oh my gosh! Why don't you trust me? I already know!" Anna shouts.

Elsa stops and turns to Anna.

"I'm sorry, I'm confused."

"You're pregnant and you won't tell me!"

Elsa's head recoils a little bit at the accusation.

"Pregnant? Where did you get that idea?"

"Your symptoms. Your doctors appointments. They all lead to pregnancy! I also found a positive pregnancy test, and it ain't mine! You're pregnant."

Elsa starts laughing. She puts her hands at chest level and motions back and forth towards Anna.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Slow down. I'll get to the fact that you were snooping around in my room later. For now, I'm not pregnant."

"But the pregnancy test-"

"Was one of three. If you dug a little deeper you would have found two negativetive tests. Plus the doctor just confirmed that it's just a stomach virus. He gave me a prescription which I picked up on the way home," Elsa explains.

Anna remains as still as a statue. Everything she concocted has just been thrown right back into her face. Anna twitches a little bit while she copes with her defeat. Elsa puts the last of the groceries away then turns to Anna.

"So, why were you looking through my garbage?" Elsa giggles

"Well I... you see I just..."

Kristoff lazily walks down the stairs and hears Anna in her defeated state. He walks into the kitchen and yawns.

"Hey girls, what're you up to?"

"Anna thought I was pregnant," Elsa quickly answers.

Kristoff stops and looks at Anna. He lets his head fall into one of his hands.

"Anna... what did I say?" He huffs.

"But I had the evidence!" She whines.

Elsa starts laughing. "Yeah, alright. Remind me of that when I really want to scare (Y/N). He'll fly through the ceiling if I told him that."

Elsa looks down at her watch.

"Oh, crap. I have to get going. I still have the interviews today. I'll see you two later."

Elsa begins walking out the door. She slips into her shoes and opens the door. Right before she closes it she leaves with one final remark.

"Oh, and Anna? Don't snoop, please. I don't do it to you... that often," she whispers the last part.

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Elsa reaches the office in no time. She takes the elevator to her floor and promptly gets into her room. Alec sees her rush in and starts chuckling. He finishes his glass of whiskey and pushes himself out of his chair. He leaves his office and walks up to hers. He knocks on the door, and Elsa gestures for him to enter.

"The applicants are all here. Don't worry, the last one just got here one minute before you arrived."

"My apologies Alec. Send them in right away," she nods.

Alec nods and returns to his office.

Elsa fixes up her desk and prepares herself. She's never been in this position before, and she doesn't want to be cruel. All she wants is a pleasant individual who'll get the job done. She doesn't want much more than that.

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"See what happens when you assume things?" Kristoff chuckles.

Anna moans. She has her head dug right into the couch. Kristoff begins laughing even harder.

"It's not funny," Anna yells, her voice muffled to the point of her words being incomprehensible. "I thought my sister was pregnant. You know how excited I was?"

"You know I can't understand you when you talk like that," Kristoff reminds.

Anna flips onto her back and stares at the ceiling.

"I was really excited about her having a baby."

Kristoff smiles then aims to snuggle in beside Anna. Anna moves to give Kristoff some room.

"Well, it is her life. I know it might suck, but it's not up to you."

"I know... but maybe you and me could have a kid? Huh?" Anna smirks.

Kristoff goes red and starts coughing.

"I don't... I mean that's probably not the best idea. I'm not a daddy and that means diapers and I HATE diapers and-"

Anna starts laughing uncontrollably.

"I was just funning with you, you big oaf."

"Big oaf? That's a new one."

Anna shrugs. "I'm upset. Let me have this."

Kristoff gets off the couch.

"How about I get you a hot chocolate? Would that make you feel better?"

Anna assumes the puppy face and nods. Kristoff turns towards the kitchen.

"Better than her teasing me," he says under his breath.

Kristoff gathers all the ingredients and begins making two hot chocolates. Anna stares at the ceiling, her mind flooded with thoughts. As much as she was kidding, a baby is something she wants. She shakes her head. Anna and Kristoff aren't even married. A baby would be rushing it. Kristoff evidently is against the idea right now, which is totally fine.

But thinking about children also has Anna thinking about herself. She's still so young and isn't sure what to do with her life. She doesn't even have a job, or anything. What does Anna even want to do? She needs to start small, then do something big! Something that won't have her needing her sisters help for the rest of her life.

Anna hops off the couch and stands triumphantly. Kristoff hears Anna move and looks into the living room.

"Anna... what are you doing?"

"I'm going to do something with my life, Kristoff! You and Elsa are going to be so proud of me!"

Anna puts on her running shoes and leaves the house. Kristoff stands still, completely dumbfounded at what just happened.

"Hey Anna! What about your hot chocolate?" He shouts, but he knows she's long gone. "Man... she's a handful sometimes... my handful..."

Kristoff smiles and fills a cup with hot chocolate. He leans against the counter and takes a few sips.

"I have gotten better at this, haven't I? I most certainly have. But does anybody compliment you for it? Noooo," Kristoff rants, switching voices every sentence.

He then hears the door open, and someone enter.

"Anna? Did you remember your hot chocolate?"

"Hot chocolate?" A young voice repeats.

Olaf runs into the room with a big smile on his face.

"Can I have the hot chocolate? With marshmallows?"

Kristoff smiles. "Of course you can little guy."

Kristoff grabs a smaller cup and fills it with the steaming liquid. He grabs some marshmallows and sprinkles them into the drink, then hands it to Olaf.

"Thank you!" Olaf says, taking a gulp.

Kristoff drinks some more of his before speaking.

"So, are you home for the day now?"

Olaf nods. "I was planning on building some stuff with lego. You wanna join me?"

"Lego? I love lego!" Kristoff enthusiastically states. "Come on! What are we waiting for?"

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1 Hour Later

"Thank you very much for coming. I'll be sure to let you know what I decide," Elsa reassures as she lets one of the applicants go.

They leave the room and head towards the elevator. Elsa sighs and walks over to her desk. She sits down and begins flipping a pen through her fingers.

"They were all great... how am I supposed to choose? But there were no extraordinary ones. Nobody really stood out from the rest. I suppose I'll just have to go over my notes a few times and-"

Elsa hears a quiet knock on her door. She looks up and sees a middle aged blonde woman. She's extremely beautiful, and she seems a little timid. The woman opens the door and walks in.

"Are you Elsa? This is for the secretary position, yes?"

Elsa nods. "Yes. My apologies, I didn't know there was another person waiting."

Elsa stands up and walks up to the woman and extends her hand.

"My name's Elsa. We can get started right away. May I get your name?"

The woman shakes Elsa's hand and smiles.

"Pleasure to meet you Elsa. My name's Juno."