Hey guys! Sorry that I have been MIA, but the chapter that we all have been waiting for is here! Enjoy!

Just like Christmas, the night was cold and dark. However, there was no snow falling, and people were out and about, getting ready to celebrate the New Year. Freya Beauchamp was not the exception to this rule. In a few hours, she would no longer just be Freya Beauchamp, as if Freya was normal. In matter of hours, she would be known as Mrs. Killian Gardiner. After many lifetimes together, and four hundred years later, they will finally be together officially tonight.

"Close your eyes," the dark hair witch told the older witch as she put on her eyeshadow. Aria had been nothing but an angel since Killian proposed to Freya on all hallows eve. She helped planned the wedding with Freya since day one. And as she promised Freya on Christmas Eve, this day would be perfect.

"I still don't understand why you didn't have the wedding at Fair Haven? It would had been perfect."

"NO!" Freya, Anna, Ingrid and Aria yelled out at once, leaving a bewildered Wendy and Melena.

"I mean," Aria shook her head, trying to compose herself. "Well… you see, I mean, ummm-"

"Mother, you of all people should believe in bad luck," Anna interrupted Aria, seeing that she was failing miserably at coming up with a reason why Freya wouldn't have her wedding at Fair Haven.

"Exactly!" Ingrid exclaimed. "And if we had the wedding at Fair Haven that would be bad luck."

"And Aunt Wendy, I don't need any more bad luck, especially on my wedding day," Freya said. She was right; after her last attempt to get married, she didn't want anything to ruin this day. Especially since the last party that was thrown at Fair Haven went out of hand. None of the ladies wanted a repeat of that party, nor any ghost to appear or possession to take place that evening. From what the witches have heard from Daegan and Anna, Abraham still had nightmares about being possessed by Ivar.

"Yeah, you're right," Wendy agreed with her niece. Freya was glad her aunt wasn't dead, or Melena. It was amazing to have her favorite aunt and best friend at her wedding. Never could she have imagined her whole family would be there to celebrate her wedding. She was happy back in May when her dad came down from the city to walk her down the aisle for her other wedding. Now her uncle and her cousins were here to help celebrate it.

"Okay, I think were done," Nyssa and Joanna entered the room. The two witches had just finished decorating Joanna's back yard. Everyone had decided that it would be best if the wedding took place at the Beauchamp house. For the past few days, the family have been on overdrive trying to help prepare for this wedding, all under the dictatorship of captain Aria.

"Your father and uncle are getting ready right now," Joanna said as she sat on Freya's bed. Freya's room only consisted of a bed, her vanity and a few boxes left; nearly everything else had been moved over to her and Killian's new place on the other side of East End. The thought of moving to Fair Haven had crossed their minds, but because of the events there in the last few months, they decided that with this new beginning they should have a new house. In fact, they thought they should sell Fair Haven to get rid of all the bad memories of their past. However, Joanna convinced them not to sell the large estate. She said that it would be better if they were able to watch over the gate to Asgard. Who knew what could happen if a witch or warlock found out they had possession of it? In the end, Freya agreed to keep it as long as she would never be the mistress of the mansion.

"Speaking of getting ready… that's what you two should be doing!" Aria began to scold the other witches.

"Aria, calm down," Freya said. She knew the young witch was trying to help, but she need to give them a break.

"No Freya it's okay," Nyssa got up from her spot. "Aye, aye captain," she said sarcastically, giving the black hair witch salute.

"You better hope that there's no clown statues in your room," Aria yelled out. Nyssa gave her the evil eye and walked out of the room. Freya could see her mother, aunt and Melena looked confused.

"It's a long story," Freya said. She would had explain what the two witches were talking about, but she promised that she would never speak of that Halloween night again, especially around her mother.

"Hold on Freya. Let me do your lips. And. Done," the black hair witch put down the lipstick. "I think it's one of my best work, I do say so myself," she turned Freya to the mirror. Freya gasped, never in her life did she look this breath taking.

"Freya," Ingrid exclaimed. Her family gathered around her, excitedly saying how beautiful she looked.

"Freya," she looked up to see her mother was about to cry.

"Don't cry mom," Freya got up and hugged her mother.

"Okay, all that's left is your hair and to put on your dress," Aria pointed to the dress that hanged in the closet. "And now I will work my magic and get ready. Anyone else that wants me to work my magic, line up at my room," she said as she left the room, getting ready for the wedding of the year.

Melena Thropp closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She was nervous, this was the first time that she would see so many familiar faces from Asgard. Granted there were some who were banished with her to OZ, but these people she haven't seen in centuries.

"Hey," a hand touched her shoulder. She looked up to see a warm smile from an old friend. "It's going to be all right," the dark hair man told the witch. Melena was glad Kevin was escorting her to the wedding. He was one of her closest friends back in Asgard, other than Freya and Ingrid. Once she and the Beauchamps returned from their trip in October, Ingrid gave Melena Kevin's information. Since then, the two have been talking through Skype at least once a week.

A part of her was glad that he asked to escort her to the wedding. She didn't want to feel like a third wheel, not that night. The dark haired man offered his arm to her. She accepted it and the two walked towards the backyard.

Melena and Kevin arrived at the wedding with hours to spare till the lovely couple exchanged their 'I do's'. In the meantime, the couple were mingling with other witches and warlocks from Asgard. Many in which were exclaiming how happy she was back and asking her what she was up to in the last four hundred years. She was really glad that Kevin was there with her, for if he wasn't, she wasn't sure if she would have the strength to talk to all these people.

As if she could feel two burning holes in the back of her head, Melena turned around to see Fredrick, glaring at her. When he noticed that she saw him, he walked away. Wanting to know what was wrong with him, Melena excused herself from the group and followed her ex fiancé to the other side of the house, away from the party. Melena was still unsure that he knew that she was following him.

"You came," she walked closer to him. She could see that he didn't want to look at her, for what reason Melena wasn't sure.

"You were right," he shrugged at the red head, but not looking at her. "Freya is my sister, I don't want to lose her," they were silent for a long time. Melena took it as he doesn't want her to be there. She turned, about to leave until he said something that stopped her. "I still don't like him."

"Why?" she asked, wanting to know what Balder did all those years ago to cause Fredrick to hate him.

"Shouldn't you be going back now?" He finally turned to face her. She could see anger in his eyes. "He looks lonely without you," they both turned to see Kevin, still talking to a group of witch and warlocks, laughing at something funny one of them had said.

"He is fine," she turned back to face him. "He told me that you were the one who banished him from Asgard, not your grandfather. Is that true?" She took his no reply as a yes. Horror stuck her to the core. She didn't understand why Fredrick would do such a thing. "Fredrick why? He was your best friend."

"Was, until," his voice trailed off.

"Until? What? What did he do?" She was determined to know what happened in Asgard after she was banished. Maybe she could fix it.

"You should know," he spat.

"I do not know, that is why I am asking you," Melena was so confused. She didn't know what she did to break a longtime friendship. Nothing came to mind.

"You're sick Melena," he started to walk away from the red head who was still confused.

"I am glad I did not marry you," she almost yelled. This caught the warlock's attention and he stopped. "If you were going to be this way when we were married, then I am glad that we did not," she was tired of Fredrick treating her this way. That she was the one to blame for all their problems. Melena wasn't saying that she was innocent, but she was not the reason why he is no longer Kevin's friend. "See Fredrick that is the problem with you, you have a bad temper and then you run away, leaving me in riddles," she continued as she went up to him and looked him in the eye. "How long Fredrick? How long did it take for you to get over me? A century? A decade? A month?"

"Not as fast as you got over me," he growled at her.

"If you are talking about my time in OZ," she understood why he was mad at her. It was because she tried to move on. "I had no choice, we had to start from the bottom to make our way to the top-"

"I wasn't talking about OZ!" he interrupted her. Melena could see that he was furious at her. "I was talking about Kevin."

"Kevin?" At this point she was truly confused. "What does he have to do with this?"

"Don't play with me Melena," the old Melena would had let it go, she wouldn't want to anger him and would wait for him to cool down. She was not the old Melena.

"I am not playing, I am serious."

"You slept with my best friend and then tried to pass off THAT baby as mine," he exploded at the red head. Melena was in shock that he would ever think that.

"Are you out of your mind? Fredrick I was loyal to you, I loved you. There is no way I would have an affair, much less with Kevin," she defended herself.

"You're denying it because it's true."

"If you want we can ask Nyssa and she will prove it to you. I have the engagement ring you gave me at my house and she will tell you the truth," she didn't want to drag the witch into her problem, but if it was the only way to prove her innocence then she will do it. She would make sure that there was no harm to come to her granddaughter.

"She could lie to me to protect you."

"Don't you dare call my granddaughter a liar," it was one thing to attack her, but to attack her granddaughter, Fredrick crossed the line. "But I know who is, I can bet that your grandfather was the one who put that idea in your head."

"It's not an idea, it's the truth," she couldn't believe it. He was still defending the man that tried to take his family's powers away, the one who caused all this destruction and chaos instead of listening to reason.

"What proof? Because Fredrick I can honestly tell you that I had never slept with Kevin, only you," Melena really wanted to see this proof that caused him to believe this nonsense. It couldn't be only his grandfather's word, it couldn't.

"Why should I believe you?"

"Because he prefer the company of men!" she practically yelled. She could see that he was shocked. From either finally finding out that his former best friend was homosexual or that his grandfather was lying to him for centuries, Melena didn't know nor care at that moment. "He was afraid to tell you back then because he knew that you and your grandfather were getting closer. And you changed, he saw that before me," she chuckled in frustration.

"He was scared that if you became like your grandfather, then you would banish him. Not that I do not see his point, since you did accused your ex fiancé of adultery, faking a child's legitimacy, killing your daughter, banishing thousands among thousands of innocent people, allowing their grandfather to place a curse on said ex fiancé so that if she wanted to move on and create a family, she would be stripped of her powers and eventually death," it was finally out. After all these years of burring her true feelings of the whole situation for centuries, someone finally saw how upset she was of the situation. Sadly it was her ex fiancé. It wasn't fair. She did not cheat on him, her oldest should not had died, her daughters should not had been cursed, nor granddaughters, all in name for that man. That monster. They were innocent.

"Melena I didn't know about that," he finally said in a coherent sentence. But she didn't want to hear it, she was too upset with this. If she would had looked up to the warlock, she could see that he was telling the truth, but she didn't. She didn't want anything to deal with him. He tried to touch her shoulder, but she flinched away.

"Why should I believe you?" if looks could killed he would be dead again. "Did you know that the curse was passed on to my daughters? Except it was not their powers that were stripped or death, it was abnormalities to their physical appearance. Elphaba's father blames the exiler for her green skin and the milk flowers for Nessarose being born early and her little legs being tangled at birth. But no, it was because of your grandfather and you for standing by, not doing anything. I will never forgive him or you for that. I thought we could at least be civil for your family, but I was foolish."

"Melena," he said, wanting to stop her from walking away.

"I'll give you the ring back tomorrow, I do not want it," She did stop though. "You should apologize to Kevin. Even after all this time, he had never lost faith in you. It is more than I can say about me," the red head walked away from her once love, trying to stop the tears that were threating to come out. Tonight was Freya's night, she didn't want the brunette to worry about her. Not that night.

Ingrid Beauchamp was talking to a few of her friends from the Halloween party. As much as she loved talking to Viviane, she did miss Daegan and J.R.. Who would have thought the two knew each other before the Halloween party or that they were once together in this life. She asked Daegan a while back why they broke up, but all she said was what happened, happened. They couldn't change it now. However from the way they interacted, they shouldn't had broken up.

The chestnut hair witch subconsciously placed her hand on her stomach when they were talking about their plans for next year. Ingrid was now showing, which was expected since she was about four months pregnant. She was scared, but excited. Never in her many lives had she ever been pregnant. Sadly, her son's father would not be a part of his life. Dash had been missing for months now. She was pretty sure that her other aunt, Helena, had something to do with his disappearance. He was working with her three months ago and almost killed Freya. So why should their partnership end that night when he was switched back into his body? He made his choice and so did she.

"Actually, I hired a private investigator to see who my birth parents are," Ingrid was brought out of her thoughts when she heard this.

"You're adopted?" Viviane was surprised when she heard this, so was Ingrid. "I didn't know that."

"She doesn't like to talk about it that much," J.R. put a hand on the blonde's shoulder and gave a sad smile.

"But know I want answers. One of them had to be a witch or a warlock, so why would they leave a baby in the middle of nowhere. There have to be a reason. Maybe I might have a brother or sister out there," the blonde gave an optimistic smile.

"Have any leads?" Ingrid asked. She was willing to help the blonde in any way that she could.

"Not yet," she shook her head. "I do have this," she pulled out a necklace from her dress. Ingrid vaguely remember seeing that necklace for the Halloween party. It was a clear round rock, almost looked like a marble, a silver metal that was entwined with a thin gold metal was wrapped around the rock. "If they didn't want anything to do with me," she put the necklace back "why did they leave this? I think there's more to the story."

"But why now?" Ingrid asked.

"Nyssa and Anna inspired me," she gave a smile. "I'm twenty eight now, I have the right to know."

"Ingrid," a voice caught her attention. She turned to face a familiar sun kissed warlock, followed by another man she didn't know. The man was a little taller than Kevin, but looked around the same age as the warlock. He had light brown, almost blonde hair. His hazel eyes caught in the light of the lanterns.

"Kevin, hey how are you?" she hugged the man. They haven't really talked that much since his last time in East End, but she knew he and Melena talked.

"I'm doing well. Thank you! Ingrid, this is my friend Matthew. Matt. Matt this is Ingrid. She was a childhood friend of mine," he introduced.

"Hi," Ingrid said. The young man offered his hand to the witch. She shook it.

"The pleasure is mine," the man replied.

"Matt, here is a detective. He is going to transfer here to East End soon. I wanted to introduce you two so he won't be alone when he does transfer," the warlock confessed.

"It's not a problem," the chestnut witch said. "If you need anything I work in the library."

"I'll be sure to visit," he said as Kevin started to walk away.

Wendy Beauchamp admit that they did a good job in decorating the back yard. It looked like a winter wonderland. Lanterns hanged from the trees, icicles that hung from the house and trees fit into the theme of the winter wonderland. Wooden benches, one right after the ever, following each other that was separated by a baby blue carpet that led to the altar. All surrounded by twelve outdoor fireplace to not only keep warmth for the couple and their guest, but for a cleansing ceremony to get rid of the bad energy from the year before. She was glad they performed the ceremony before everyone got there. She didn't want anything to ruin Freya's wedding.

"Wendy," a child's voice broke the witch's train of thought, finally dropping the Ms. in her name to Wendy's relief. It made her felt old when Tommy's daughter called her that. The child tugged on the witch's sleeve to get her attention. "I'm flower girl. We have to go," the little girl pleaded to the witch. Freya was the one who asked Tommy if his daughter could be the flower girl, without Wendy even knowing. The reason she did this was that she wanted to show that he and his daughter are a part of their family.

"Okay Maggie, let's get inside," the little girl was dressed in a baby blue dress that was adorned with glitter and rhinestones that formed to look like snowflakes. The little girl called it her 'Elsa' dress. She wanted a cape like her favorite Disney princess, however Tommy got the little girl a fur coat to keep his daughter warm, to the little girl's dismay. Once inside, Tommy took his daughter to get her a snack while Wendy went to find her daughters, Ingrid, and Melena. They only had a few moments to do a luck ritual before the ceremony start.

Joanna Beauchamp and her husband carried the materials they needed up to their daughter's old room. The brunette was sad that after tonight her youngest daughter would no longer be living under the same roof. The house seemed emptier without her daughters, nieces, and goddaughter there. However she was happy for her daughters, both of them. This would be the first time either of them would get married or have a child, she was excited for both of them.

When they entered the room, they saw Aria tying the dress. She was breath taking. The top of the dress was a white corset, beaded with clear beads that formed snowflakes. The skit skirt flared out from under the corset. Simple but elegant.

"Freya, you are beautiful," Victor hugged his youngest daughter. Joanna could see her daughter was so happy.

"Thank you," the young brunette smiled.

"Are we late," Wendy came in with Anna, Melena, Ingrid, and Nyssa behind her.

"No, we're about to start," Joanna said. Wendy handed everyone each a champagne glass. However, it did not held champagne, but twelve grapes. "Suerte," she raised her glass.

"Suerte," everyone repeated and ate their grapes for luck for the New Year. Joanna handed her youngest daughter the champagne bottle and Freya uncorked it, pouring it into each of the glasses, with a piece of jewelry made of gold in each glass.

"Et prosperitatem eorum," the bride raised her glass and the other witches and warlock followed her lead.

"Et prosperitatem eorum," they repeated and drank the champagne, leaving the gold behind. Ingrid took out a blue candle and handed it to Freya.

"Benedicito," she snapped her fingers and a flame appeared. "Tranquillitas animi," she smiled to her younger sister. Joanna and Victor went to their daughter and grabbed the golden ring out of Freya's champagne glass. In the center of the ring held a ruby stone. Victor went into his pocket and pulled out a golden chain. He put the chain through the ring.

"Amare," Joanna said as she put the necklace around her daughter's neck and fastened it. "Now, you are ready," she smiled with tears of joy threaten to fall.

"You have something new," Nyssa referred to the necklace her parents just gave her as a wedding present. "How about something blue?" she asked. Joanna could see that her daughter forgot that. "Don't worry, we got you covered," Anna pulled out a small box from her purse. Freya opened the small silver box and smiled like a Cheshire cat. She pulled out the white and baby blue garter, Joanna could see that her daughter was grateful for the gift.

"It was that or another piece of jewelry. Thank goodness we went with that," Nyssa said, referring to all the jewelry Freya had already gotten that night.

"And it goes perfect with this," the bride pulled out a card from her handbag that reviled the emperor. "To remind myself that this is the right choice. He is the right choice," she said as she put the garter and card on under her gown. "Thanks everyone."

"Freya I am so glad I was able to come back and see you and Balder finally married. I wish it did not take so long to happen," the red head hugged the bride, feeling truly grateful for this moment.

"Hate to break up this reunion," Wendy intervened, "but if we don't go, we're going to be late for the wedding."

"What time is it," Aria took out her phone and a look of worry crossed her face. "Places everyone, its thirty minutes till the new year," the black hair witch started to escort everyone out of the room. "Freya don't forget your list," she yelled back.

"I wish Uncle Arthur was here to celebrate this mini ceremony with us," Anna said to Melena as they headed to the back door.

"Yeah but he was with Killian doing the celebration with him," Aria interjected, trying to get everyone to hurry.

"Freya," the bride turned to face her younger cousin. "Do you have the red on?" the emerald eyed girl asked. It took Freya a moment to understand what she was asking. The bride pulled down her top a little to show she was wearing a red lace bra.

"With matching thong," she pulled up her top. This made the younger witch chuckle.

"Good job," the younger witch hugged her older cousin. Out of all the craziness this year brought her and the near death experiences, she was happy that it lead her to this moment. By the time the clock strikes midnight, her family will be complete. She will have her happy ending. "Now let's get out there and get you married," the younger witch broke the hug and led them to the ceremony.

Freya took a big breathe as she heard the wedding march started to playing, it was time for her to go. Her father offered his arm, she took the arm, then her mother's. The three started to make their way down the aisle. Freya could see friends and family standing up as the three made their way to Killian. She could see her friends on one side of the aisle. Summer and Jason was standing next to Alex. She saw Abraham next to another man who was standing too close to the warlock to be consider as only a friend. Then there was Daegan, Anna's roommate, and J.R., Freya wasn't sure, but she could swear that she saw J.R's hand entwined with the blonde's. She noted that she would have to ask them about that after the ceremony.

On the other side of the aisle was her family. She could see that her uncle was between Fredrick and Melena, while Kevin was on the other side of Melena. Freya knew she had to thank the red head big time for convincing her twin to come. Then she saw her younger cousins. Anna was in the middle of the group while Aria and Derek were closest to the aisle, with Aria holding her IPad to video tape the ceremony. Nyssa was on the other side of her twin. She looked at the three girls, knowing that without them, she wouldn't be here today. For that she would always be grateful for and will owe them for the rest of her days. Then on the first row, closest to the altar, was her Aunt Wendy, Tommy, and Maggie. The little girl was still bouncing on her toes, white basket still in hand, excited that she was the flower girl.

Then she looked up at the altar at the two of the most important people in her life. Ingrid stood at the left side of the altar, next to the frozen archway, where icicles hung. On the other side was the love of her life, her soul mate, Killian Gardiner. Her breath was taken away as she saw him, knowing that he was her true love in all of her lives. Once they reached the altar, the priest asked who was presenting the bride, both of her parents said that they were. After Joanna and Victor let their youngest daughter go, they went back to their seats next to Wendy. The ceremony went smoothly and the couple said their vows and their "I do's."

"I now announce you husband and wife. But before I end the ceremony," the preacher said. "The couple wish to say something first," the crowd looked confused except for Freya's family. The preacher moved way from the outdoor fireplace behind him. The couple went to the fireplace. Ingrid handed her sister a folder sheet of paper, as did Dante for Killian.

"In honor of the new year, we have written down all of our troubles and worries from this past year," Killian said.

"So we will throw them into the fire," Freya threw her paper in first, "to bring in the new year, new marriage, without them," then Killian threw his in. "I love you Killian Gardiner," she smiled to her husband.

"I love Freya Beauchamp Gardiner," timing was neither of the couple's specialty, except tonight. Once Killian kissed his wife, lights filled the night sky. Fireworks could be heard bringing the New Year. People were yelling "Happy New Year" and "Congratulations" to the happy couple, but Freya and Killian were oblivious to that. What mattered most was the two of them. They didn't even heard the preacher announcing them as Mr. and Mrs. Gardiner. To Freya, it wasn't a happy ending, but a happy beginning.

So guys, what do you think? Was that a great way to start a New Year? I think that there is going to be someone who will be asking this, but there is a high possibility that Daegan will have a short spin-off that would affect the next part of the story. I'm in the planning stages of it so it should be out in May, hopefully. (Cross fingers). I not sure if you guys would like a short spin-off for Viviane too. To be honest, I felt that in the Halloween special that we were briefly introduce to her and that it would be interesting to see her time in hell and how did she escape. I'm not sure, its up to you guys. I need at least six different people to say yes, either through comments or PM to continue on with this project. And as for the last two chapters of Home is Where Your Heart Lies, they should be released within the next two weeks. It should be noted that the chapter will pick up eleven months after this wedding. Again, thank you guys so much for reading my stories, it means a lot for me to know that there are still fans of the show still out there wanting answers and enjoy reading my story. Its very encouraging. And as always, if you want to write something about this chapter or this short as a whole, write it in the box below. Or favorite this story. And I will see you guys soon.