A/N: Yes, another story! I've been dying to write a Helsa fanfic for SO LONG. So, here it is. Lemme know what you think, please!
Pitch Black stroked his wife's hair, as she held their first child. It was a baby boy. Gothel smiled at him and held him close.
"We have a son." Pitch said.
Gothel nodded.
"He seems better than that other girl you tried to keep as your own." Pitch smirked.
Gothel frowned. "That's in the past. I only used that girl to give me my youth through her hair. Drop it."
"Fair enough. But, what should we have planned for our little boy?"
"What do you mean?"
"What's in his destiny? We both have the power to control it."
Gothel smirked at him and looked at her baby. Its green eyes looked up at her and gave her a small smile. Gothel walked around the room, holding him.
"He'll be a king." she said, finally.
Pitch looked surprised. "King? That's all?"
"He'll be a king, but will gain his power through treason and murder. Sounds despicable enough, doesn't it? Then, people will look at him in fear and we will all rule together as a family. The world will be on their knees in fear of what our powers can do." Gothel explained, with a grin.
Pitch chuckled. "Sounds interesting, dear. But, does our boy even have any powers?"
Gothel's smile vanished and she was silent. Pitch erupted into laughter and shook his head.
"Oh, dear. Here, maybe I can change that." he said, taking the baby from her.
Gothel watched closely and wondered what he was up to. She knew Pitch was capable of so much. She knew of his powers best because they brought her back from the dead. Pitch held the child with one hand and held his other hand in the air above it. Then, he began his work.
Hans sat in the dungeon, tracing the pattern of his cloak. The cell he was in was dark and a bit frightening. But, he didn't let those thoughts get to him. Not after all he had done. He had done something terrible.
"I tried to save her but it was too late! Her skin was ice, her hair turned white. Your sister is dead. Because of you!" Hans yelled over the storm.
Elsa lost her balance. "No..."
Hans flinched at the memory and shook his head. He sat on the floor of the dungeon and hugged his legs. They were to his chest and he breathed heavily. What happened in Arendelle would never leave his mind. But, he felt like it wasn't his fault. He had done terrible things, but he remembered he didn't feel complete control of himself when he did them.
Suddenly, the door to his cell opened, causing him to look up. A guard entered and grabbed his arm. Standing him up, the guard dragged Hans out of his cell. Hans felt an urge to attack the guard and escape. The same way he felt an urge to let the Duke of Weselton's thug fire his arrow at the queen back at her castle. But both times, he fought those feelings back.
The guard led Hans through the large halls of the palace that homed the royal family of the Southern Isles. Once they reached the throne room, Hans held his breath. The guard cleared his throat to show the king that they had arrived. The king stood from his throne and walked towards them. Hans swallowed as his eldest brother stood before him.
"Leave us." the king said.
The guard obeyed and left the room.
Hans stared at the floor as his brother, King Klaus, circled him. He could feel his deadly stare go right through him. Then, he stopped in front of him. Klaus leaned in, causing Hans to lean back.
"Scum."
A hard smack sent Hans to the floor. He felt his cheek sting from the pain, but kept a straight face. But, Klaus was far from finished with him. He gave Hans a hard kick in his side. Hans grunted on contact and put a hand to his side. He felt tears sewlling up in his eyes, but fought them back.
Don't feel...don't feel!
"I should have killed you years ago, you filthy murderer." Klaus growled.
Hans breathed heavily. "B-Believe me..it would have done u-us both good."
"I'm sure it would have. But, now, I have a good reason to do it."
Hans remained on the floor, at his brother's mercy. The pain in his side began to grow again, making him wince. Klaus chuckled at his pain and forcefuly grabbed Hans' chin.
"Sit tight because I haven't finished with you yet. But, just answer me this. Why?"
Hans narrowed his eyes.
Hans wasn't angry at his brother, but at himself. Hans had asked himself the exact same question since he first stepped foot in Arendelle. Why did he even go there in the first place? Something inside him felt like it was being controlled. He fell in love with Anna, but something inside told him otherwise. It wasn't love.
Hans was brought back to reality when Klaus gave him another kick in his side. The tears swelled up again, and again he fought them. The kicks and punches didn't end for another few minutes. Klaus stopped and called the guard to take Hans back to his cell because he needed rest.
"We'll continue this tomorrow. You got lucky because I'm a bit tired, but you won't be so blessed tomorrow." Klaus said, as Hans was being taken away.
Bruised and frightened, Hans was alone in his dungeon again. Since he was alone, he let the tears fall. He didn't care about anything anymore.
"She froze my heart. Now only an act of t-true love can save me." Anna shivered.
"A true love's kiss." Hans realized.
He reached out and lifted her chin. Then, he leaned in to kiss the love of his life.
Don't kiss her. You can rule this kingdom with her dead. You don't need her. You don't love her.
Hans froze a few inches from Anna's lips. He felt a smirk spread across his lips, and he gazed at her. She slowly opened her eyes, confused.
"Oh, Anna, if only there was someone out there who loved you.' Hans said.
"What?" Anna gasped.
Hans stood up and walked towards the window. He didn't feel like himself. He felt sick at what he had just donw. This wasn't like him.
No, don't shrink yourself down now. You're almost there to getting what you want.
What DID I want? I love her!
No, you don't! Don't be such a coward!
I am NOT a coward!
Hans shook the memories away, but they just came back to him. He didn't feel like himself at all. Before he could think another thought, a chuckle was heard. Hans looked around the cell, but saw no one because it was so dark.
"Klaus..." he mumbled.
Another chuckle. "Do I sound like Klaus to you, boy?"
Now standing, Hans tried to see who was in his cell with him. He didn't remember seeing anyone when he was brought back after seeing Klaus.
"If you're not- I mean, who are you?" Hans demanded.
"Someone like you. Someone who was just trying to show their worth to the world, but was misunderstood and beaten because of it." the voice replied.
Hans paused. "Y-You...what? Show yourself!"
The speaker finally appeared before Hans, causing him to step back. He was a being that Hans had never seen before. He was tall and had very pale skin, with dark hair. The stranger reached out, causing Hans to flinch. He opened his eyes as the stranger touched a bruise on Hans' cheek.
"How'd that get there? Your brother did it, I assume." the stranger said, grinning.
"Are you here to mock my pain?" Hans asked.
"No, no. I'm here to set you free from the pain." the stranger replied.
Hans winced. "Free? Free from what pain?"
"All of it."
Hans stared at the stranger, as he explained himself to him.
"I came here because I've noticed that you've been having a little war inside of yourself. Am I correct?" the stranger asked.
"Well, y-yes. I want to do the right thing, but a voice in my head tells me to do the opposite. And, it ends up...controlling me." Hans replied.
The stranger nodded. "I see, I see. Do you think it might have to do with that?"
The pale being pointed at Hans' gloved hands. Hans' blood turned cold and he blinked. He awkwardly cleared his throat and clutched his hands to his chest.
"It might to do with, what?" Hans asked.
"With your powers, boy." the pale man replied.
"I-I don't- No powers. I mean, I don't have any p-powers."
The stranger gave him a look.
"I-I...I mean, how would you know about my...powers?" Hans asked, shakingly.
"Simple. I'm your father."
Hans blinked. "You're my, what?"
"I'm your father, Hans. Pitch Black."
A/N: Reviews appreciated! Questions? Ask me! :)