A/N: Wow, I'm really surprised on how people are actually reading this story. I just want to say thank you to those who like this story. I'm sorry if my writing is crappy, cause like I said before, this is my first story. I hope you enjoy reading the next chapter. :)

Chapter 1: No Assistance

While Merida writes in her diary on the breakfast table, a brown-haired man rises up from her bed and stretches. He picks up his underwear off the floor, puts it on and gets his white T-shirt off the bed. Looking for Merida, he opens the door and sees her sitting at the table in her diary. He approaches to her with a smile on his face.

"Good Morning," he said, trying to give Merida a kiss on the cheek. But she didn't want to take the kiss, because she didn't feel comfortable with men kissing her a lot. So it lands on her wily, curls instead. He scratches his hair and asks, "What do you have to eat?"

Merida takes the butterfly clip out of her hair, looks up at him and says, "Look, Ay got a lot of work to do. And ay can't work on it with a man in ere." She knew that her brothers were too busy ease dropping, but they didn't bother to go out into the kitchen, since it was really none of their business.

"Ere yer clothes, coffee on the stove, and use a paper cup," she explained. She walked toward the front, waiting for to leave. "It has been very nice," she says sweetly, "but ay can't see ye again."

The man looked at her in confusion of what she just said. "What did you say to me?"

"Ye got what ye came for, didn't ye," she asked. "Ay can't possibly wake up with a strange, grown man in my bedroom, can't ay?" She didn't want him to take it the wrong way, but she has experienced that some of these men that she has slept with would. He scoffs at her, so she says sedately, "Why don't ye go home. Ay'm sure yer wife is looking for ye."

"Yeah. You know what? You're right. She is," he admitted. He rapidly puts on all of his other clothing and heads straight out the door, muttering, "Crazy ass bitch. Where are my shoes?"

She gives a chuckle just looking at him running out the door, rolling her eyes. The three little devils came out of their bedroom wondering what Merida did with the man.

"Come on ye wee devils, time for breakfast."

As the man when out the door of the brownstone, a young girl wearing a purple headband was standing at the buzzers to all the apartments. She was carrying a lot of heavy stuff in her arms and hands, glancing at a list she calls to the speaker, "I'm looking for a Elsa Arendelle?"

"Yes?"

"Ms. Arendelle, my name is Violet Parr and I am with Child Welfare Services," she informed. Violet Parr was a private volunteer at the Child Welfare Services Business area; the business office gave her an assignment that will allow her have the exposure of what it is like to work there. She takes this job for a particular reason. One, she loves children and wants all children to be safe in the hands of someone. And two, she can't have children of her own. As badly as her parents and her boyfriend want her to, she can't. She waits for a reply.

A sigh comes out of the speaker. "What can I do for you?"

"I need to discus about the safety of your children," Violet says.

"Safety of my children," Elsa questioned. "What are you talking about?"

Violet was a bit nervous, but instead she said, "Ms. Arendelle, please open the door. Or I am required by law to come back here with the police." Violet glanced over on the street to see if her parents, Officer Bob Parr and Helen Parr, where there. And sure enough, they were.

In a defected voice, Elsa said, "Come in." And the brownstone's door was open for Violet to come in.

As she pushed the door open, a tall, thin man in gray holding a heavy plant came out of his parked car and yelled, "Hold It!" Violet turns around just in time to see him, and holds the door open for him. He runs inside with the plant, saying rather quickly, "Thank You."

Elsa looks down from the railings of the stairs to see if Violet was inside the brownstone. Violet gazes at the set of stairs for a minute, and shouted, "Ms. Arendelle, no elevator?"

"It's a walk-up," she replied. Violet looks back in front of her and starts to go up the stairs. It's a walk-up, that's just what I needed this morning, Violet thought sarcastically.

As Violet went up to get to Elsa's apartment, the same tall man in gray was standing at a door, breathing very heavily, obvious from the fact of carrying the plant and going up the stairs was a lot of work. He shouts angrily, "Norma? Norma open the door, I know you're in there! NORMA!" Violet sees this, but she kept walking, breathing heavily herself. Why so many stairs!

The tall man asks, "Do you have a man in there?" He gets no reply from the other side of the apartment door, so he shakes his head and says, "I am tired of this! You know what, I am sick of your mess!" He places the plant next to the door on the floor, and exclaims, "Without any assistants or guidance from you, I have loved you assiduously for 9 months, 3 weeks, 23 days, 9 hours, 34 minutes, and a second. I been stood up 4 time, left 7 packages on your doorstep, 40 poems, 2 plants, 3 handmade note cards, and I had to leave town to send them. But you haven't been helping me on my job. You call me at 3 o'clock in morning on weekdays.

"Wonderful," he exaggerated, "won-der-ful! But you have been of NO assistance! I want you to know that this has been an experiment-"He cuts himself off to peep though the peep hole on the door. After not seeing anything, he continues his speech, "... to see how selfish I could be. To see if I could really carry on to snare a possible lover. To see if I was capable of debasing myself for the love of another. To see if I could stand not being wanted when I want to be wanted and I cannot, so without any further guidance or assistance from you, I am ending this affair!" He takes out a note from his pocket and shouts, "There is a note attached to a plant, that I have been watering since the day I've meet you. Here, why don't you WATER IT YOUR DAMN SELF!" He places the note on the plant, and left with his head up high, not saying another word.

Elsa had a apprehensive expression on her face as she looks down at Violet coming up the stairs. How could this girl know about what happened to my children, she thought. She too young. Next to Elsa apartment, a brown skinned girl comes out of her apartment and stands next to the door, wondering who was Elsa looking down at.

"Good Mornin'," she says to Elsa.

Knowing this girl, Elsa replies, "Good Morning."

The girl got a little closer, peeping to see what was going on. "Is somebody coming up," she asks, her eyes full of curiosity. Elsa laughs as she walks back to her apartment, and said seriously, "You know somebody is coming up, Tip."

"Who is it," she asks. Tip looks to her right to peer in Elsa's apartment, and whispers, "Is Mr. Dagur in their?"

Elsa didn't answer. She didn't want to answer. She and Dagur were really having a rough time with their relationship, always at each other's throats. So, Elsa just pick up the toys that where lying on the floor in front of the door. Tip nervously bit her lips and suggests, "Why don't you get my mother's mail when you get downstairs." Elsa nods her head and whispered, "Sure."

A door opened on Tip's left, and Merida came out, sweeping the dust out of her room and out into the hall way. Tip widen her eyes in shock and frustration, knowing that she herself didn't do all of that sweeping earlier in the day for nothing. Tip looked at Merida and says decisively, "Whoa! No way! You're gonna have to clean that up!"

Merida leans on the doorway, placing a hand on hip and states, "Its dust. It'll blow away."

"Every thang don't blow like you," Tip said, having a smile upon her smile. Merida laughed, rather than getting back at Tip, because she understood what Tip was talking about. "I see that you, Miss Thang, bring a lot of men to your apartment. Do your parents even know about that?"

Merida walks over to Tip and retorted, "Ye just jealous, because ye don't have any men coming to yer apartment at all." They both stare at each other, having smirks on their faces, ready for anything that one might do to the other. "Ay suggest ye mind yer business. Yer black ass better leave me alone," Merida suggested. "Ye have been the pain of my existence, since they have voted yer mum fer apartment manger." She gave one last glace at Tip in disgust and walks back to her apartment.

Tip crossed her arms and slowly shakes her head, with a grimace; she mumbles "I can't stand that Scottish heifer. She ain't nothing but a tramp." She looks back at Elsa, who was in the middle of rubbing her arms and legs with something. "She comes in every night with these middle-aged men, and her parents don't even know about it?"

"I'll talk to you later, Tip," Elsa said, motioning that Violet was approaching Elsa. Tip went back inside her apartment, to "mind her own business".

"Hi," Violet said, with a friendly smile. "I guess I need to start exercising again, huh," she laughed. Elsa smiled at her, thinking how this girl maybe not be so bad. "Would you like some water," she asked Violet. "That would be nice, thank you."

They entered Elsa's messy apartment. The wall were cracked of chipped off paint, the strong smell of alcohol filled the atmosphere, and toys where lying on the floor. Elsa picked up a few toys, saying "I told the doctors that she was okay."

"Well I understand, Ms. Arendelle," Violet said, a small amount of anxiety still in her voice, "but, uh, anytime a child is seen repeatedly in the emergency room, we- we still have to make a home visit." Violet put on a fake smile when looking at Elsa. Elsa hands her a small glass of water, not replying to what Violet said, so Violet asked, "May I see the children?"

Elsa walks over to what is presumably her bedroom door to get her kids. She enters and calls out softly, "Come on out, it's okay." Violet stands out in the small living room of the apartment. She tries to see what was going on, however she was feeling very concerned for the children personally, as a worried face was showed. But then as Elsa came out of the bedroom, her face went back to a smile as she saw the two little kids where with Elsa. One was a boy, about 4 years old, who had short brown-reddish hair and big blue eyes. He smiles up at Violet, happy to see somebody new. Now the other one was shy, she was about 5 years old, had long red her in a ponytail, and little pretty green eyes. They both waved at Violet.

"Hi," she responded, sweetly, "You must be Eira." The girl nods. "And you must be Thorer." The boy giggles and nods. "I like your dress," Violet said to Eira.

"Thank you," she mumbled.

Violet looks over at where the bed was and asked them, "Is that your father?"

"Uh, yes, but he's sleep," Elsa answered for them, as she quickly closes the bedroom door. "Come over here. I just have a few questions," Violet says the kids, still having a sweet voice. She motions them over to the couch, looks directly at them, and says, "So, I'm Ms. Parr." They both nods their heads in understanding. "Do you remember when you got hurt, the other day," asks Violet. Elsa stood next to the kids, remembering what had happened during the incident. She bit down on her lips, worried what Eira might say that would lead Violet into taking them away of her. Of course, Elsa did not want that to happen at all.

"Can you tell me how that happened," Violet asks softly. Eira looked up at her mother, then back to Violet and lied, "I just fell down."

Before Violet could asks another question, the bedroom door opens swiftly. Violet, Elsa, and the kids jumped and turned around to see who it was. A muscular man with long braided red hair came out looking at them to see what was going on. Both Eira and Thorer, ran over to their mom for protection. So, Elsa takes them to a different room, leaving a shaking Violet and the alcohol-scented man alone. Violet went completely intimidated by the looks of him; he looked pretty frightening, compared to most muscular men. She was hoping Elsa would come back soon.

"Who are you," he questioned, tiredly. Not really looking at her. "M-my name is Violet Parr, a-and I'm from ch-Child Welfare Services," she stuttered standing up, showing her business card. He looks at the card, then back at her with frown. Elsa comes back just in time to see what was going on.

"Child Welfare," he asked in disbelief. "That bitch! I called her six months ago to get my veterans benefits and I can't get a case worker, and you-," he stops himself, looking at Violet with anger in his eyes, seeing how she is a teen. "How the fuck are you going to come down here for some damn kids!?"

"Sir," Violet said, trying to hide her fears, "this city is concern of-"

"I'VE BEEN ASKING THOSE BASTARDS," he shouted. Violet let out a squeak of surprise.

"I been defending this damn country so you can have this job," he angrily explained. Violet picked up her carrying bag and file of paper in her hands, knowing it was time to go. Elsa watches, not wanting to get involved, unless he touches her. I don't like where this is going, she thought. "And you're going to come here with this bullshit," he questioned Violet. He knocked the papers out of her hand, but she quickly picks them up again. "I'm so sorry," Elsa whispered to Violet. "And you're coming in here, asking for my kids. What the hell's wrong with you," he continued to shout. "GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!" Violet let out a squeak in fear, and ran out of the apartment.

Tip peeped out of her own apartment door, after listening to the yelling of Elsa's boyfriend. "Hey," she called to Violet, quietly, "come here." Violet stopped in tracks, looks over at Tip, and walks toward her. Violet's mind was still lost in what had just happened. She still was a little bit shaking, but not as before.

"It's not her that is hurting the kids," Tip stated, "... it's him. His name is Dagur." Violet looks over at the door on her left, and gasped in horror. Violet looked backed at Tip, with a distraught feature. But, she waited for Tip to continue. "I baby sit them. So, I know what is going on. I mean, I can hear everythang though these walls. That's why I called you."

Violet looks at her, incredulity. "You called?"

"Yeah. She can't protect them from him," Tip explained. Violet was amazement on how Tip knows Elsa and Dagur very well. She wanted to take some notes about what Tip was going to tell her, but hand wasn't fast enough to write down everything. "Ever since he came back from the war, he has been crazy and he drinks like a fish. He came home deranged as hell. Went to veterans affairs trying to go to school, but they right on putting him in the medial classes. He couldn't read worth a damn. So, the teachers hold him back when his got himself a gypsy cab to drive, but the cab kept braking down. The cops were always messing with him."

Violet stood very still, a bit overwhelmed at what Tip was telling her. Where did this girl get all of this helpful information from, she wondered, having a shocked face. Surely not all from ease dropping.

"And then Ms. Elsa," Tip persisted, "well, she got pregnant … again. Oh, he almost beat her to death when she told him. She even still has that scar under her right tit, where he cut her up."

Violet had second thoughts on whether or not working in Child Welfare Services, after listening to Tip's story. They say have no emotion on how bad the problem is with the kids and fake it if you had to. Violet started to feel very strong emotion to a point where this was too much for her to handle, and that the service didn't know anything about what some kids go thought. She thought that Elsa's problem with her kids was her responsibility, not just for the service, but her personally.

"Please do Ms. Elsa a huge favor," Tip whispered, "take those kids-" The door to Elsa's opened swiftly, reviling Dagur in wonder about the two girls.

"Thank you," Violet whispered quickly, to Tip.

"You're very welcome," she said, with a smile and went back inside her apartment. Violet gave one last glance at Dagur, and ran off. Dagur looked at her confused and when back inside his stay-in apartment.

As Violet went downstairs, she passes by a girl all in black, who was walking tiredly up the stairs, wheezing. The girl stops by Merida's apartment, and starts to consciously ring the door bell. Seeing that Merida doesn't answer, she bangs on the door.

"What? What is it?" Merida hollered on the other side of the door. The music in her living room was very loud.

"I need money," the girl exclaimed.

"Why?"

"Things," she said rather bluntly.

"Ay gave ye money, yesterday."

"I still need some things," the girl said.

"Fer what?"

The girl frowned and rolled her eyes, not in the mood to be mess around with. "Do you know how hard it is to come up here, to have to ask you for anything?!" Merida opens the door, looks both ways in the hall to make sure nobody was looking, and stares at the girl with a frown.

"Stop doing it then," Merida said though gritted teeth, obviously not wanting her here.

"I wouldn't do it, if I didn't have to," the girl said, very irritated at Merida.

"What do ye need money fer, Mavis? Yer dad put me and my parents in charge of his little will, because he knew that ye would give all of it to that stupid cult of Bomba's."

"It is not a cult," Mavis sputtered, defensively. "And you would know that if you spent any time down at Mr. Bomba's house." Merida just shakes her head back and forth, not wanting to hear Mavis talk about him and his daughter.

"What is it that ye don't understand? We're not giving ye any more money," Merida stated. Mavis didn't take what she said so well and angry exclaims, "You are going to rot in hell!"

Merida laughs harshly and snorted, "So let me get this straight, if ay give ye money, ay will be blessed. But if ay don't give ye any money, ay rot in hell. Is that it?"

"Please, Merida, don't be this way," Mavis begged. "I'm praying for you and forgiveness-" Merida merely covers her ears, and says, "Blah. Blah. Blah! Good-bye, Mavis". Merida slams the door in Mavis face, and storms off to her room. Angrily, Mavis bangs on the door.

"You are going to rue this," shouted Mavis. "Do you hear me, RUE!"

A/N: Hiccup and Jack (well mostly Hiccup) will be focused on the next chapter. The only characters I own are Eira and Thorer. And I don't own any of the poems in this story.